I'm Right Here// Taehyungff

- 6 -

Taehyung POV:

I woke up with a fresh and clean mind. My mom noticed the smile plastered on my face. She seemed to be scared for a second, but realized that I'm in a good mood. I stopped my mom from cooking. I wrapped an apron around my waist, and started to make a healthy sandwich for the both of us. The sandwich consisted of lettuce, ham, white cheese, slices of tomatoes, onions, and cucumbers.

" You're such a good boy," she patted my head. " Who raised you?"

" You did, mom."

" Oh yeah. I'm a great parent," she smiled proudly.

I chuckled at her smile. I guess I got my smile from my mom. Now that I think about it, her smile is the only thing I have from her. My dad is pretty good looking.

" Mom? Who do I look like?"

" That's so obvious. Your father. He is the most handsome man I ever laid eyes on."

Am I as handsome as him? I want to cry. I don't know why.

" Of course you are too. Don't give me that face," she pulled my nose. " What time is it? OH MY GOD TAEHYUNG YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE?!!!"

" Alright I'll go. Goodbye," I went running to the school. The bus was going to arrive 30 minutes later, so I just ran.

---- classroom----

" You're late Kim Taehyung," my teacher Dr. Yoo tapped his left foot.

" I'm sorry," I bowed my head and headed to my seat.

" Why were you late," Jimin whispered.

" I woke up late I guess."

Jimin gave that look. The look that said Really? I wanted to laugh so hard at him, but if I did, I'll get more in trouble. As I took meaningless notes in my journal, the girly whispers began to fill the room. They complimented Jimin and me. Hearing these compliments were old school. I hear them every single day. I appreciate it, but I don't take them seriously.

The only compliments I want to hear are from Y/n. That's it. No one else.

Like she'll ever compliment you like "Oh Taehyung you are so hot".

Why are you back?

Because I can.

I rolled my eyes, not trying to offend anyone in my sight.

" Are you mad at me," Jimin pouted.

" NO!"

" Okay," he smiled as his cheeks glowed up. How is that even possible?

Y/N's POV:

Lunch time was in session. I made Jungkook a lunchbox with all my might...literally. I didn't know how to cook, so I woke up around 5 a.m. to watch videos in Metube. I hope he enjoys it.

He was there, sitting, waiting for me. I tapped on his shoulder. As he looked back, I hid on the other side. I gently placed the box in front of him, and pecked his cheeks.

" Don't be slick with me," he teased.

" Look at what I made."

" Food."

" I hope you like it," I smiled but also sweat dropping because I had no idea how it taste like.

He carefully lifted the top off and smelled its aroma. He breaks apart his chopsticks and starts to eat, but suddenly his face starts to turn green as if he ate something inedible. This already told me that all my hard work went to waste and into Jungkook's stomach.