He is Mine (TaeKook Love Story) (18+)

Chapter 3: TAEHYUNG

When I arrived, he looked like a deer in headlights, his large, black Bambi eyes wide and unblinking, intense, observant. Quietly, he stood in the corner, behind everyone, his slender shape hovering, staying in the side lines without saying a word. He only spoke when he was spoken to, only smiled when he was smiled at.

Perhaps this was why, out of all the boys who were to become my world, JungKook intrigued me the most. I found my eyes following his form wherever he went, whatever he did.

When we first met and for a long time afterwards, he said hardly a word. He would only really talk to me when he had questions about the choreographies for our songs.

Like all the others, he trained like mad, working without a break until he got what he was practicing 100% correctly. Often, he was the last one to leave the dance studio. A perfectionist, I figured. Such strength of determination in someone so timid seemed almost a contradiction in terms.

At home, he would quietly help out with the cooking when it was needed. He would hang out with everyone until after we had finished eating. Then he would just quietly disappear into his room -our room- and sit on the computer, usually playing games.

Was he doing this because he was an introvert, and therefore felt most comfortable in his own company, or because he was just scared and too shy to hang out with us?

I was intrigued. I wanted to coax him out of his shell.

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I started to spend more time with him, usually playing on the computer with him. I was good at it, just nowhere near as good as JungKook who was almost at a professional level.

He was noisy and excited when playing, shining bright like the sun, a person I had not expected to see. Often, I would lose because I was too busy looking at him and not the screen.

"C'mon Tae, we lost again!" he tossed the mouse onto the desk noisily, his nose an annoyed wrinkle, his long fingers crushing his black hair into a mess. He turned his gaze to me, and half jumped out of his skin when he saw me staring.

"What is it?" He said, wiping his face for something that might be attracting my attention. His eyes were a question, but his face was still glowing with excitement, cheeks slightly flushed, half a smile on his lips, his large, dark eyes sparkling.

Surprising myself, I wanted to caress his cheek. I felt intense tenderness toward him, I wanted to protect him, as if he were something fragile and vulnerable. This was something I had never felt before. I managed to stop myself reaching for him, but only just.

Something about JungKook moved me deep inside, somewhere untouched.

Redirecting my desire to touch him into a comradery shoulder punch, I hid my feelings and said:

"Erm...nothing. I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I swallowed and turned my eyes back to the screen.

Suddenly, I didn't feel like playing anymore.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab something to eat. Do you want anything?" I stood and when he shook his head silently, eyeing me, I walked away.

This JungKook attracted me immensely. His fire, his passion, his.... assertiveness was something I did not see anywhere in his "real" life. If this person was who he really was, then why was he hiding?