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Chapter Thirty-Five

JUNGKOOK's POV

My mouth closed right after I let out those words, making him stop for a while.

Silence. We're always in silence every time, everywhere we talk. I mean imagine, who will not freeze on their spot after telling them that they always lie?

I looked away, sighing deeply.

"Um, j-just find the file named Jungoo. That's the research," I spoke. He's still not moving, he's just staring at me with his unemotional eyes.

Fucking great, Jungkook. Fucking great.

"I-I'm sorry. I'll go find it now." he forced a smile, facing the laptop once again. He moved his fingers quick but gracefully.

My mind is not cooperating with my movements. I can't control everything I say to the point that I'm hurting someone already.

For the first time this day... I feel so fucking bad. I never thought I'll hurt him every time.

"You can continue your research..you don't have to worry about me," that deep, attractive voice said. His body was still focused on the laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Who says I'm worrying.." I uttered silently, turning my way on my bed, fluffing to the bed.

"I know you are..-never mind. Your research seems fine, great job I guess?"

My head automatically looked up to him, one eyebrow raised, looking annoyed again.

"Who says? Why would I worry about you?" I talked back but instead of getting something negative, he just chuckled while shaking his head.

"Just continue your research there, I'll take care the half of the presentation," he answered with a smile, glancing at his shoulder before winking.

This asshole, doesn't he feel sad or hurt about what I just said? Doesn't it hurt his feelings after me saying that I don't worry about him? Is this man numb or something?

"Stop thinking about me, I said continue your research if you want to add some more."

My blood boiled again, making me roll my eyes, too high that I almost saw myself thinking. I hate it, should I go harsher or what? Wait, why am I even doing this?

"I fuckin' hate you," I said lowly, typing for more information about the presentation.

Minutes have passed and I started to yawn slowly. I started to scratch my nape, rubbing my eyes, and kept forcing myself to stay awake.

My stomach growled, making me flinch for a bit. I stopped moving my fingers, staring down my tummy as it continued to growl, earning a laugh coming from him.

I didn't even bother to look up, I'm embarrassed as fuck and don't have any urge to look at him because of what happened. My head twitches when something suddenly popped into my head.

"I'll bring you two snacks later on."

"Where're the snacks? It's been almost an hour and a half.." I whispered, touching the sheets, trying to reach on my phone. After several seconds of trying, I found nothing.

I frustratingly lifted my head and saw him holding my phone with a smile plastered on his face. He's not trying to open it or what, he's just staring at it.

Annoyed, I sighed. "Hand it to me, I need to call someone,"

But instead of moving, he stared back at me. His glossy eyes, relaxed eyebrows, and jaws, that cute smile together with his sun-kissed skin. It calmed me down looking at his eyes as if he's charming me and I'm under control.

I wanted to look away, but his eyes just looked at me. I can't even look down, his eyes are stopping me from it. Deafening noise is unbearable, but he doesn't care. He continued staring, not breaking eye contact.

"Hand it to me."

Finally, I talked. My breath hitched because he's still not moving. He..looks like admiring my face, throwing stares at every angle. I clenched my fist, clenching my head.

"Why are you staring? I said give me my phone," I ordered once again. My heart is pounding so fast. So fast that it's almost bursting out of my chest.

He laughed...again. He looked back at my phone, looking at me again. I can't read what he's thinking.

"You still look the same just like when you're younger.."

Taehyung looked back to the phone again, putting it near his chest before closing his eyes, humming a song.

For no apparent reason, my eyes watered. Flashbacks flashed on my mind as I stared at him, remembering that day. The first day he went here.

I still can remember the way he held me in his arms, swaying our bodies gently, humming a song as I snuggled on his neck, inhaling his scent. I still can remember the way my hyungs squeezing themselves to the door just to see us holding each other.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.." he sang, swaying his head slowly before opening his eyes, looking straight in my direction.

"You make me happy..when skies are gray.."

"You'll never know, dear. How much I love you.."

There, a tear fell from my eyes, making him stop singing. That song.. is the one he sang that time. He sang it as if I'm his baby, dancing with me slowly as the air hit our skin.

"Just..give me my phone.." I stated with a low tone, almost losing my voice.

Without hesitating, I stood up going on his way. He quickly stands up to his seat, lifting his hands with my phone while tiptoeing.

I kept reaching and reaching it with my hand, even if I'll never reach it. His slender fingers are too long and he's higher than me.

"Just give me my phone, I'm going to kill you here Kim Taehyung!" I almost shouted, jumping in my place, reaching the phone as if the world is ending already.

I held my breath, earning the jump, the highest jump I can. There I looked upon him again, throwing sharp stares before lifting my feet off the floor when I accidentally slipped.

My eyes closed automatically, waiting for my body to hit the floor. The time slowed down, feeling like I'm in a movie.

But instead of feeling the hard, cold floor on my back, I felt a hand snake around my waist, stopping me from falling.

He tightened his grip on my back, lifting my body back up, locking his eyes on mine.

I got stunned for a while, getting scared because of his stares. He kept wandering his eyes on my face until it stopped under my nose.

His eyes are asking but I quickly shook my head. He smiled softly, asking again with his eyes. I.. really want to. I badly want to but..not in here. We're still not on good terms.

He sighed heavily, losing his grip, before putting his hand on his waist, his face facing the side, making his sharp jaws and pointed nose meet my face.

"Here's your phone, go back to your research and I'll go back to mine," he said, holding my phone in front of me.

I casually bit my lip because of embarrassment and got the phone as quickly as possible.

I sprinted to the door, slamming it as I caught my breath, trying to go back normally.

God... that's so fucking close!