❝Nerd❞ + taekook

四

jeon jungkook

I thank him snd he goes back to reading. Kim Taehyung, the cute nerd. I slouch back in my seat and go on my phone again.

I receive a message.

Shortie: what the hell was that?

International Playboy: what was what?

Shortie: what did you do to nerd boy?

International Playboy: I just asked for his name, dude

Shortie: bruh, don't talk to him mate, he's weird

International Playboy: he's fine, leave him

Shortie: screw you

International Playboy: idgaf

I turn around to him, he gives me the finger. I chuckle at him then turn back.

I stare at Taehyung's hair. It's a very blood red color.

I stopped staring at his hair, and just touch it. He quickly turns around with a 'what the fuck?' face.

"Oh sorry, your hair is pretty. That's all."

His cheeks turns to a light shade of pink.

"O-ok."

"Mind if I could play with it till Mrs. Sung comes?"

He shakes his head and turns around again.

I start to sort of braid his hair. His hair is very soft and nice.

"Taehyung, you're eighteen, right?" I whispered in his ear.

He shakes his head, causing me to stop playing with his hair.

"What? Then how old are you?"

"Twenty."

"Huh?"

"For some reason I got kept down some years so, yeah."

"Oh."

So he's my hyung. Nice.