-Jeon Jungkook-
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{Chapter 2: stare at me.}

Taehyung intrigued me. He was always in the background, he never spoke to anyone, and it didn't look like he had any friends.

He was always smarter then me, but he wasn't attractive to me because of his educated loner tendencies, but because he was literally attractive. He had plump pouty pink lips, a adorable button nose, silky brown hair, and he was sporting a golden sun kissed complexion.

He was drop dead gorgeous and his beauty behind pastels, white button, faded blue jeans, and Levi's that he always wore stood out among the crowd of pale faces with dull clothing.

I'm sure you're  wondering why I think of Kim Taehyung like this, I think of him like this because he's simply gorgeous.

All my life I assumed I was straight, however after I saw him I honestly began to question myself and my sexuality.

I first saw him in AP English at the beginning of the school year.

He looked absolutely stunning wearing a white button up that exposed a bit of his chest as three of his buttons were undone. His tight blue jeans stuck to his thighs like second skin, and he wore white converse high tops giving a carefree vibe. His outfit was simple but it looked as if he had just came back from a photo shoot in France.

He took a seat behind me, and tapped me on the shoulder asking me if I had a pen because all he had was pencils.

I was completely invested in the other male. I began to watch how he would enter and leave. I sometimes showed up late to see if he ever looked at me.

I had never felt this way. Trying so hard to get someone's attention; till I saw him. He was a man, a man that was too good for me. After watching someone for so long, no matter what gender they are,you begin to fall.

You begin to show up late to catch their attention, watch their every little antics, even the way they walk in the halls.

I began to think about what if he was to kiss me and confess his undying love for me, what if he said he had a girlfriend; I'd probably consider banging my head on a steel door. I realised I had to keep my cool guy facade for my sake.

When I walked into the library I saw several students studying and a few with there noses buried in their books. It wasn't hard to spot Taehyung, who was sitting towards the back of the library.

He was wearing a loosely fitted black T-Shirt that had a rip in the collar bone area. He wore blue fadded jeans, and his shirt was neatly tucked in at the waist. His hair was messily pushed back as he kept running his fingers through the brown tufts, I learned this was a habit of his.

"Hey Taehyung!" I yelled brightly quickly being shushed by a girl wearing large black bifocals. I apologised and took my seat next to him, our knees touching causing a blush to rise on my cheeks. He was burning and I wondered if his hands were that warm.

"H-hey, Jungkook what exactly don't you understand?" He spoke softly as he pulled out what I assumed was his English notebook.

The pages were decorated with neat handwriting. He opened his textbook and focused on the page explaining what we were working on in class.

"I don't understand diagramming, the stuff we're studying is really confusing."

Alright judge me if you want but this is really just an excuse to get close to him. I completely understand the materials, but who wouldn't take this perfect opportunity? Especially for Kim Taehyung.

"Ahhh I u-understand, I didn't really understand when we went over the lesson but n-now I understand it."

He couldn't keep eye contact and his fingers never left his thighs as the pads of his finger tips tapped them almost rhythmically. He couldn't stop stuttering and I found this situation undeniably adorable.

I didn't like him being nervous around me but I loved when he would glance at me and then look away a stuttering mess and cheeks tinted a faint shade of red, cute.

Very cute actually.

He began writing on a blank sheet of paper but I ignored that and continued to watch him speak.

He spoke so fluently and he would occasionally lick his bottom lip after speaking for a long period of time. I noticed a small scar on his bottom lip, was that always there?

He was staring at me and I instinctively moved closer thinking he was trying to kiss me. "J-jungkook? Jungkook." He was leaning forward but only to get my attention.

"I-I asked if you understood what I was saying....you didn't answer me."

"Oh sorry yeah I understand what your saying about how this word is always an article."

Taehyung nodded his head smiling a bit as he went onto explaining the easier material. I guess when I said I didn't understand he thought I didn't understand all the parts of speech; which wasn't a problem once I realised that was only more time we were going to spend together.

Taehyung was beautiful and as I watched him I because facuinated with his lips. They were amazing, the way he would bite them as a way to calm himself down or when he was concentrating, this only made them look plump and-

"Hey Jungkook....are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine"

My eyes were still locked on his lips and I saw a shy smile tug at his lips, quickly disappearing seemingly gone without a trace.

"Jungkook are you even paying attention?"

"Yeah, yeah you were talking about linking verbs."

His lips were just so pretty why wouldn't I stare?

"Jungkook are you staring at my lips?"

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