Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 14

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

"How was spending time with Mr. Kim today?" Hoseok asked as we slowly drove away from the residences. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"It was fun," I muttered as I looked right out of the window, a small smile playing on my lips as I recalled events of Taehyung telling tale's of his stinky dog for an entire hour in my mind.

He really isn't that bad.

"You're smiling, so I'm guessing you guys did something good?"

"Yeah."

I looked right at the sky and frowned when there wasn't a spec of star in sight. The moon was hidden by the thick clouds and the amount of vehicles down the road started to decrease as we drove farther and farther.

"How were his parents? I heard they were intimidating."

"His parents were fine," I felt my voice shake as I said those words out loud. "They are nothing like what my parents made them out to be."

In fact, they were the best parents that I have ever seen. They were everything that every kid would have ever wanted. They were supportive, they were kind, and what's most important is that they're always home on time.

I crumpled out my fists as irritation hits me—pure envy washing all over me like the beach water soaking the sand and rocks.

I attempted to keep my emotions at bay by humming a tune as I watched the blurring lights from the car window. Events from the past few hours replayed over and over again in my mind like a broken video tape.

I chuckled bitterly. Taehyung complains and gets worked up over the simplest things. He stresses out over people insulting his dog, he gets pissed off over his father attempting to crack out jokes.

I wonder what it's like to live freely like that.

A lifestyle where the pressure of weight is nowhere to be found right on your shoulders. A lifestyle where you are free to choose the path you would gladly want to take. The life he's living is something that I had always dreamed of.

Something that I could only hope for.

If someone were to ask me right at the moment to pinpoint on who is the luckiest human being living in this world, in no doubt my answer would be Kim Taehyung in a heartbeat.

Maybe later on once my sappy mood dissolves, my stubborn personality would try its best to deny it in a jiffy; putting up one reason over the other to convince myself that despite the misery pouring in everyday everything will turn out okay.

Besides, between the both of us isn't my future the most planned and secured? I wouldn't have to worry about on which road should I turn to.

I just need to finish this year with the highest honour, get into a prestigious university and be Korea's top student.

I got parents who already has my path envisioned, an older brother who has been through the years I'm just about to take. I've got their words to guide me and hold into as I climb my way up to success.

But would I ever be happy?

Is it guaranteed that I would be able to meet their expectations?

If I do, would they smile and congratulate me for all my hard work? Would my father start buying me those fancy helicopters that me and my brother could fly and test out in the backyard? Or would my mother pull me in for a hug and hand me flowers?

And if I don't, would they tell me that I still did well? Would they still give me a chance to prove myself? Or right into the background of the dumpsters I go—left all there to slowly fade then disappear?