Super Rich Kids | TAEKOOK

Chapter 7

Kim Taehyung's P.O.V

You know, I never thought I would find myself coming to school right before six thirty hits or maybe texting Jimin that we should try and attend most of our classes today.

I looked at our messages and laughed at Jimin's surprised replies. He called it weird and out of the ordinary.

I shook my head as I powered off my phone. I guess this is what they would call the crazy things you would do for love—but don't be mistaken—I'm just crushing really hard on Jeon.

I can't help it—what happened yesterday was truly the last string that's waiting to be pulled. He's been on my mind ever since I left his home. He's all I could think about even when I went to bed.

I leaned back on my seat as I thought of his peaceful sleeping face again. God, knows how much I wanted to steal a kiss or two—and I'm regretting so hard that I didn't.

Now, that I'm thinking about it, what does this make us? We used to be good classmates before it all blew into rivalry. Then here we are—the tension between us thicker than the pollution floating in the air.

Is this gonna be a one time thing or is there a chance that this might evolve into something more?

I drummed my fingers on my desk as I watched the teacher go from one side to another. I looked at my opened notebook and stared blankly at the clean page.

I picked up my pencil and began to draw—draw anything that comes right into my mind.

I drew strawberries, I drew tigers, and drew bunnies.

Once I got bored and found no reason to continue it, I focused my attention to Jeon who sat a few seats away from me.

I frowned when I noticed something.

That isn't even his seat.

"Looking at the tiny butter cookie again?" Jimin chirped.

"Isn't it obvious?" I countered.

"You don't need to sound so pissed." Jimin said, crossing his arms. "Why is he even sitting there?" He motioned towards Jungkook who sat chairs away. "Shouldn't he supposed to be sitting right in front of me?"

"Exactly what I was thinking."

Jimin leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

"You think it's about this morning?" He asked.

I shrugged and shook my head. "Maybe—maybe not. I don't know. You probably scared him when you said something about the spots on his neck."

I tried to hide my forming smirk with my usual blank face. I can't believe it still hasn't faded. I didn't even went too rough.

"You think it's because he cracked his phone screen?"

Oh, how could I ever? It makes my heart flutter to see just the kind of effect I have on him.

"Jimin, nobody gets cranky over a broken phone screen."

"I do."

"That's just you," I dismissed.

"That's harsh. What happened to our little your problem, my problem?" he quoted.

"There are things that we shouldn't make a big deal of."

Jimin huffed. "Okay, Mr. Hotstuff—since that's how you wanna put it—ooh, what's that?" his attention was suddenly diverted elsewhere.

I followed the direction of his eyes, and found him staring right at my notebook.