Taehyung P.O.V.-
"... and then you add over the 'x' to the other side, making the absolute value and the 'y'..."
I was falling asleep when suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder and I turned back to the owner of the touch. It was Jungkook.
I didn't even notice he sat next to me and Jimin, but there he was, smiling. So I smiled back and waved low, trying not to get caught, and he waved back. I noticed that Jimin looked over at us and rolled his eyes, but I didn't mind it because I heard Jungkook whispering something.
"Hmm? Sorry, I couldn't hear you," I whispered.
"I asked what we were doing, I wasn't paying attention," he whispered back, gesturing to his paper full of drawings. I giggled.
"You're a really good drawer, but I have no idea either," I admitted.
"Thank you and shit, can you ask Jimin-hyung?" The way he said 'hyung' was really attractive for some reason.
He blushed, "Uh.. thank you-"
Oh shit. I guess I said that out loud.
I nervously giggled and nodded, feeling my face heat up as I turned and leaned over to Jimin, whispering to him, "Hey, do you know what we're doing?"
He shrugged while focusing his eyes on his laptop screen, typing notes on a document. I heard him mumble, "Why don't you ask you're boyfriend?"
I quietly laughed a little at the statement in disbelief. He never acted like this before. I sighed and decided not to answer, a little hurt.
Jungkook tapped my shoulder again and I turned to him, his face still a little pink, and it was the first thing I noticed. Pretty cute.
"So?"
I opened my mouth to respond and then I heard someone clear their throat, so I turned forward and my teacher was standing in front of my desk.
I looked around to see the class staring at me, so I looked back at Mr. Kim and smiled a little at him, knowing I got in trouble.
"Stop talking. Both of you. I'll talk to you both after school," he stated, leaving no space for arguments or comments, and went back to his seat, continuing his lecture.
I sighed and nodded, looking down at my desk and taking notes in annoyance. I didn't feel any more shoulder-taps for the rest of class
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"Do you boys understand?"
I was in Mr. Kim's office with Kook next to me. Huh. I like that name, I'll call him that now.
He nodded, "Yes, sir."
I, however, was lost in thought. What other nicknames could I call him? Bunny boy, Jungkook, Kook.. what about Kook-ie? That's pretty cute-
"Taehyung? Are you listening to me?"
"Hmm?" That was the wrong response.
"Detention after school for you," just then, the bell rang, meaning it was the end of school, "go to class 217, and I'll talk to your guardian tomorrow before school. Be there."
I groaned and picked myself up from the chair, dragging myself and my bag out of the room. I felt both of their eyes on me as I walked out with a pout, seeing Jimin outside of the door waiting for me. Or Jungkook. Or both. I wasn't really sure until he saw me and stood up and brushed himself off.
"Ready to go?"
I whined. "Cant, I have detention."
"Oh. Okay, let's go," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, walking to the detention room.
I knew there was no stopping him, so I just smiled a little and followed his lead.
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Jimin P.O.V.
We arrived at room 217, and I stood on the side, my lips tight in a straight line as I gestured for Tae to go first, and he bowed like a goof and walked in. I couldn't help but smile at his back.
Taehyung sat in a seat near the window and stared outside, so I sat next to him.
"What's up, you okay?" I asked.
He made a "meh" sound, not looking away from the window.
I pouted and put my head on his shoulder, his hand moving up to play with my hair instinctively while maintaining eye contact with the bird on the tree.
"You sure?" I said, but it was mumbled because of my pout.
"Mmmmmhm," Tae replied.
The last thing I remember is my eyes closing and just feeling his hands in my hair, hugging Taehyung from behind.
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Suddenly, there was a tap on my head and I ignored it, shifting and trying to go back to my sleep again.
But it happened again. And again. And again.
I groaned and opened my eyes. My head was on Taehyung's lap and he was smiling down at me, softly tapping my forehead with his laptop on the desk.
I smiled back at him before realizing our position, sitting up quickly before he could notice my cheeks heating up.
Usually this was normal for us, but why was it so different all of a sudden?
"How was your sleep?" I heard him ask and I just nodded, grabbing my bag while still facing away from him.
"What time is it?"
"4:08"
"So detention ended 30 minutes ago," I said, mostly talking to myself.
"Mhm," he replied, sounding distracted.
"Then we should go," I said, smiling a little realizing that he let me sleep. "And thanks. For staying after extra to let me sleep."
"Of course-" I heard his bag zip and then some shuffling in the chair, until he was right next to me, "you seemed tired, so I figured I would let you sleep. My hyung is still away on his trip, so I'm not in a rush," he looked at me and smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.
Tae took my hand all of a sudden, making me feel butterflies. I felt my blush again and I looked down, hoping he didn't notice. This was completely normal, so why do I feel different? Weird.
I didn't think for long because there was a tug forward, and I realized he was already moving out the door while still holding my hand. I stared at our hands.
Taehyung's hand was warm, and I thought about holding that hand forever, letting him drag me out of the room. We will always be together.
Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung and Jimin. That's the way it was, and will always be.
To me at least.
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Jungkook P.O.V-
Right after the meeting with Mr. Kim, I went home to my moms. Mom came over to me and kissed my nose as soon as I closed the door.
Most people assume the worst of me just because I have two moms. It's always the same comments.
"You're adopted lol," "You must be gay too," "I feel bad for you not having a father figure."
Not gonna lie, they weren't wrong. But that didn't bother me at all.
"Hey, honey. Why are you late, is everything okay?" My mom said with a caring voice and I nodded with a small smile.
(a/n: one mom is "mom" and the other is "eomma," if there was any mix-ups :))
Suddenly there was a sharp but good aroma around the house and I inhaled loudly before smiling widely and taking off my shoes, going to the kitchen.
"Eomma! What are you making, it smells so good," I said, looking over her shoulder as she looked over at me with a smile, showing she acknowledged my presence.
"I'm making some tteokbokki, almost done. Help your mother set the table, please?"
I nodded and kissed her cheek, going back to my mom, grabbing the plates from her and finishing her task.
"Aww, Kookie, you didn't have to~" she cooed, and I giggled.
"I know. Can you call me down when it's ready? I'm going to my room," I said while already moving upstairs, a little impatient. I wanted to do something, but it was getting late.
"Oh of course, please work on your homework too!" Eomma called out to me and I yelled back with an eye roll that neither could see, "Of course Eomma!"
After I closed my door, I threw my bag to the side with a satisfied sigh, flopping onto my bed.
I sat up, remembering what I came in here for and grabbing my laptop, sitting against the backboard of my bed with my laptop on my lap as I open up my messages.
*Flashback*
The others went upstairs so I was left alone. Bored, I walked around and looked at some pictures on the side table. Young Jimin and Young Tae. They were really cute when they were younger too. I chuckled to myself.
Yoongi and Hoseok came downstairs and pecked each other's lips, smiling and giggling. I don't think they noticed me, and I felt like I intruded on something beautiful. Something that wasn't mine, so I stayed still. Then, Hoseok saw me and blushed, looking down. Yoongi followed his gaze and I waved awkwardly.
We all sat down before any miscommunications, and Hoseok was still covering his face, but the red on both of their ears were obvious.
"Okay, let's get straight to is. Not a word to the other two. If you do, I'll kill you," Yoongi said with an intense look that could kill. It freaked me out so I nodded.
"They don't know that you two are..?" I said hesitantly, pointing at the two of them.
Suddenly, Yoongi-hyung grabbed my hand and pushed it down. "Shh! Yes, dumbass, obviously they don't know!" He whisper-yelled.
I just nodded, a little scared of his look. He looked cute earlier, and now it was intimidating. The way his eyebrows furrowed.
Just then, I thought of something and smirked a little. Might as well push my luck.
"What? Why are you smirking, you ass?" Yoongi said, giving me a disgusted look.
"Give me their phone numbers."
He scoffed, "Excuse me?"
"I said give me Jimin-hyung and Taehyung-hyung's numbers or I'll tell them what I saw."
He laughed in disbelief and stood up in a threatening way. I almost took my offer back, backing up quickly while trying to maintain my smug look. Just then, Hoseok-hyung took his hand and looked up at him softly, making eye contact.
I gulped as Hoseok shook his head.
"Just give it to him, where's the harm?"
I saw Yoongi's eyes deciding whether to listen to his supposed boyfriend or not. Just as I was about to take it back, he softened and nodded, and I felt a little jealous of their relationship suddenly.
Not of them specifically, but just the fact of being in love. Damn I'm lonely. I sighed a little too loud and I think Yoongi noticed because he looked over at me.
"... Fine, give me your damn phone before I change my mind," he said while sitting down with his hand out as Hoseok gave him a satisfied grin.
I gave him my phone before he could take it back.
"Thank you so much," I said with a smile.
"Whatever, lover boy," hyung mumbled.
I blushed a little, "W-what?"
"You heard me. You're hella obvious, but I won't say anything if you won't," he gave me a small smile, and I knew I was out of trouble. He handed my phone back, and I smiled back, taking it from him.
"Oh shit, I hear them coming. Quick, change the subject," Hoseok ushered, quietly and quickly.
I said the first thing that popped into my head, "I was able to carry 50 pounds in 3rd grade."
They went along with it and Hoseok-hyung chuckled while Yoongi silently gave me a grateful look.
"Really? I don't believe it," he said, leaning forward on his hands.
"No seriously, I did-" I said with a smile.
*Flashback End*
I chuckled, remembering. Then I opened Taehyung's number and sighed, deciding whether to say "hi" or "hey."
In my opinion, "hey" was more formal but chill, while "hi" was immature. Hmm. I could always go with "hello there." Oh hell no. Too creepy. "heyy"? Yeah, that's fine.
I paused my thoughts, realizing how silly this was. Why was I overthink this? I shook the thoughts out of my head and just sent one.
JJK: heyy
*delivered*
I waited, my hand uncontrollably going into my mouth, biting my nails. Why was I so nervous. It was just a text to a really cute boy I met 3 days ago. No biggie.
*seen*
*typing*
Oh shit.
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a/n:
this was a long chapter- damn sorry 💀✨
ty TaeeeBae for helping with editing
- me <3