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chapter twelve

I was finishing up some assignment that teacher gave me personally to work with Taehyung. My phone beeped.

tae: hey, you up?

Oof, this punk is so irritating. Without any intention, I just kept typing on my laptop.

For a second time, he texted again.

tae: speak up. i know you are ignoring these.

Now, he was getting on my nerves. Grumbling on the satin soft bed, I pulled my hair from front to behind my back. I kept surfing through my strands of hair, tangling it around my slender, long fingers.

I replied.

me: stfu, don't you understand? imma working.

Ting, again. Fuck him.

tae: y/n, can you come over? i need some help.

Taehyung POV.

I asked her if she could come over at my home. I was like ninety nine point nine nine percent sure that she will reply in the negative. I just really wanted to mess her up, cause, why not? It's fun teasing this girl.

I hope we were like before. Like those days.

Suddenly, I heard a beep.

I know she said no. So I guessed I can just see it within two minutes while I take out some potato chips to relieve my hungry soul.

Unexpectedly, I heard the beep again.

What?

Y/N POV.

I was freaking numb staying inside this rectangular electronic dump working on some homeworks. He asked me to go over, and I wasn't understanding a single thing.

So I thought why not?

I know that he thought I would say no. But I love seeing his beautiful emotion of defeat.

me: okay.

I waited until he replied. Even after, two minutes, he didn't.

Did he get a mental breakdown?

Hahahahaha. Crap. I guess I really played hard.

me: are you there, dumbass?

I was laughing hard, maniacally. Like any time, a person will come up from the next and read Jungkook a whole book of "How To Behave When There's A Person Who Lives The Next House" aloud for straight hours. Maybe Years.

Oh, Wait.

I am here in someone else's house.

Jungkook's house.

Should I behave like this?

Absolutely Not.

In that now, a person with dark black hair enters the room, dressed up nicely. It's no one else, but Jungkook himself.

“Y/N, can you slow down a little?” he says, almost whispering, peeking through the cream wooden door. Not even a single word coming near. But I understood what he was talking about.

I nodded, there's still a trace of laughter on my face.

He, now enters the room properly, with daggering the floor with his beautifully polished Oxford shoes. “Well, I am going to visit someone. I will be back home within two hours. Until then, stay good. If you need something, you can say to Mr. Lee.” He says with a good, manly outcome.

“Okay, see you then. Bye.” I waved at him, unintentionally.

I think he didn't expect me to wave him. As he shrink, he tilts his head as a nod and exits the room.

Gotcha. I should be leaving soon.

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