That one kid has always been weird. He didn't really have friends, no one even bothered to know his name. After all, who wants to be associated with a 17-year-old boy who brings his plushies to class? You surely don't...
Until you are dared to do so...
"For what? Don't apologise TaeTae. It seemed like you really needed someone to talk to. Sure you don't wanna come in?" It's the first time you called him TaeTae, and his cheeks blushed a bright red when you did.
"I'm sure, thank you..." he throws his arms around you, "and... thank you for being my friend." And with that, he let you go and started walking away, leaving you standing like a statue on the sidewalk.
You get in your apartment and throw yourself on the bed. Your head is spinning with thoughts. You never thought you've ever speak to him, let alone invite him to your apartment. He wasn't as weird as everyone thought he was. He was actually quite... normal. Sure, he does speak like a child more often than not, and all the stuff he owns are covered in stickers of his favourite characters, but you find those things... cute.
"What's gotten into me?" you wonder aloud. "Weird Boy is cute? Oh hell no."
You wonder if he got home safely, if he really did fall and scratch his knee, or if he's doing his homework already. You don't even have his number, you realise as you grab your phone, half-hoping to see a text from Taehyung indicating he's still alive. Instead, you find 3 messages from Jungkook.
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It's been over an hour since you left school, and you've only just arrived. Your walk home does not take you more than 20 minutes maximum, but you and Taehyung stopped everytime you saw a puppy, and were walking at quite a slow pace, almost like you didn't want to separate from your new friend.
You are shaken out of your thoughts as your phone vibrates, showing an incoming call from Jungkook.
You sigh, and reluctantly pick up the call. "Hel-"
"BITCH! I thought you died! Why didn't you answer my texts?"
"Hello to you too," you roll your eyes. You hated when Jungkook was in a bad mood. "And to answer your question, I just arrived home and my phone was silent."
"Just arrived? It's been an hour Y/N! I thought the weirdo kidnapped you or something!"
"First of all, he has a name-"
"Whatever. Just tell me what he told you."
"Umm, well... nothing much really."
Jungkook goes silent for a minute and you think the line dropped, when you suddenly hear him whispering into the phone. "So you're telling me, that you spent an hour with him, and you talked about absolutely nothing?!" his voice was low, but his tone was full of anger.
You gulp. You feel kind of bad about exposing Taehyung's life, especially since he declared that he fully trusts you.
"I'll try to find out some stuff, just give me some time."
"Oh sure. I'll give you time to hang out with the weird kid and completely neglect me. Yeah, do whatever you want." And he dropped the line.
You sigh. Jungkook has honestly given you a headache. He's always like this – one minute he asks you to do something, and the next he's already bored of waiting. You're practically used to it by now.
Why is he acting so jealous of Taehyung suddenly?
***
Taehyung closes his apartment door and runs straight to his bedroom. He opens his schoolbag excitedly, not caring if he broke the zip or not, and he took out his beloved white cat stuffie. "Snowflake! We're home!" he said, hugging her tightly.
"Remember Y/N? Remember how I used tell you all about her pretty smile and cute laugh?" He moves the stuffie's head, as if it were nodding in response. "Well, she's my friend now! TaeTae is friends with Y/N! She's the nicest girl ever! Isn't this great?" He starts to dance around his room with Snowflake in his hands.
He stumbles over his schoolbag and loses his balance, falling face down onto his bed. Sighing happily, he turns over and lies down on his back, staring at the stars stuck on his ceiling, which glow in the dark.
He thinks about Y/N, and how sweet her voice is, how soft her hands are, and how bright her eyes shine in the sun. He also hopes that now, Y/N will sit next to him in the classes which they have together. Nothing can make him unhappy at this point, until he remembers he has homework to finish. He sighs – less happily this time – and takes out his books, but he can't seem to concentrate as he is too busy imagining and planning whole days with Y/N.
