Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 15

Kim Taehyung's P.O.V

Multiple knocks coming from out of the room and an irritated voice coming right after. I am not surprised.

"Taehyung, care to explain the reason why Jimin just left? Don't you two have a little sleepover going on?"

I groaned, as I rolled over the soft mattress of the guest bedroom. I squinted my eyes when the bright light from the hallway seeped through the dark room.

"I don't wanna talk to him right now," I answered, burying my face right into the sheets.  That's when I felt the dark room that I was once in grow brighter.

A few tiny specs of light were beginning to dot all over my closed eyelids, and I was forced to open them both sooner than what I've hoped for.

My mother sighed, as she leans by the entrance, "I don't know what happened between you both, but if you two were going to fight you shouldn't have invited him in the first place. Poor boy left our home looking like he was about to cry."

A few years and a few days back, hearing that Jimin cried would probably have me up on my seat, running to the nearest convenience store to get him his favourite snacks and crashing by his place to cheer him up. But after hearing the truth that he just spewed out, the fact that he turned me into a fool; doing all those is on the bottom of my list.

"I didn't know myself that we were also going to end up fighting. What do you expect from two teenage boys about to go into college, mom?"

"Well, whatever that is, sort it out with him, won't you? Hear him out and forgive him as well."

"Forgive him?" I laughed. "What if he made a total fool out of me from the years we've spent together? Is that something still worth forgiving?"

"Forgiving can be instant. It helps lessen the negativity and weight over your shoulders, but trust is something that must be built over a long period of time. Put what happened in a waiting list and only let it disappear when he proves his worth to you," My mother says, and I'm glad that she didn't decide to push this further.

Last thing I need is for her to threaten me into forgiving Jimin out of my own will.

"M'Kay," I replied, still not making an effort to move despite her expectant eyes.

She shook her head, "Get out of the room whenever you're ready. Don't bother staying there when early in the morning you're going to be running your mouth with complaints. I don't want to hear anything about the blankets not being fluffy or the pillows not being soft."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I still can't believe that out of all the people, you just had to take the traits of your father," she grumbled, before shutting the door and walking away.

Now, that I was left alone once more, I've been given more time to think about what I had gotten myself into, and what I had done to others these past few years.

It's sickening how I allowed myself to be blinded by all those lies. It was also dumb of me to only believe in one story.

I have two eyes, a mouth, and ears. I had every chance to go and ask, and I regret that I didn't bother to do it sooner.

Now that the damage has been done, now that I everything is starting to make sense and I realised and put together things a little too late, how could I ask Jungkook for a way to make this all right?

I'm more than willing to clean his room. I'm more than willing for him to humiliate me in the middle of the school's halls. Heck, he could even run me over with a car if he wanted to and I'd happily take it.