Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 12

Kim Taehyung's P.O.V

I stared at the bill I had slid through my I.D. Nothing's wrong with it. There wasn't a tear. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Shin Saimdang wasn't magically moving her head—it's just that I didn't think Jungkook would really end up lending me some of his money.

Call me a person who's overreacting over something so simple, but little things such as this makes my heart swoon.

I'm an easy man who's easily charmed.

It could be my little crush for him talking, but I'm just saying!

We were in my car, on our way back to my home. For some odd reason, Jungkook agreed and even pushed the idea of our little tutoring session through. I didn't expect for the things between us to expand into something more after I had fucked things up over.

Has he really forgiven me that quick?

I looked at him while he stares right out of the window. He's been like that for awhile now. Consciously checking out his phone from time to time only to look at the buildings and homes right after.

His vibe is a little off and pretty different from the last time we were both under the same vehicle. I expected something different especially after everything we've done.

I expected him to blush? To be a little flustered? Or maybe angry? Like, how do you keep your cool hanging out with the person who just gave you a handjob? Got you in loads of trouble for the past couple of days?

He was totally nothing like the boy in the convenience store this morning who aggressively shoved money right into my arms. I've had a few motives to mess with him, but something later on tells me that this isn't the right time to play or fool around.

I have tons of speculations on what could it be but it isn't my place to say.

If he went through ugly circumstances or if he's currently in the middle of a crisis, might as well let him sort it out himself first, right?

Getting information out of him and forcing him to talk might just lead things for the worse. I don't want him snapping nor do I want him to lock himself further away. If anything, I want to coax him into slowly letting down his walls.

Bottling your feelings does nothing but bring down both you and your emotions.

I'll leave him for now, but if it gets any worse, it won't hurt to take a little action, right?

My phone notification alarm went off, sound coming after sound. I looked at my screen and watched as our class group chat blow up with incoming messages every second.

I unlocked my phone, and scanned through the various spams of words. Once I had gotten a whim of the main root, I can't help the small smile that was beginning to show up on my face.

Jimin wasn't kidding when he did say that he'll take care of it.

Looks like Mr. I-Can't-Leave-Other-People's-Business-Alone has been caught red handed.

Cheating on his girlfriend over a teacher placed in the kindergarten section of our school. I had to zip my mouth shut to stop myself from accidentally gasping.

And Jimin dares to call this as something that isn't interesting?

How scandalous! I wonder how will he and his little teacher take the bullet. For sure, he wouldn't have it easy—and I'm sure that the teacher would have it worse.

I clicked on the photo, and frowned upon seeing as to where they are when they kissed.

Under the bleachers? Couldn't have they done it in their respective homes instead? And how did Jimin get his hands on an information something as bad as this?