❦ Chapter 14 ❦

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Taehyung Pov

Somehow, we had managed to agree on a musician who we wanted to make the presentation about. A miracle to be honest, because Jeongguk had been complaining about me the whole time, so I got even more nervous than I already was. At least it was worth it. Now, we had a topic and could finally start to prepare the presentation. While Jeongguk was doing the headline, I watched him doing it and checked out his profile a bit. Actually, he even looked pretty good, but his character ruined his nice picture again. If he would be a bit nicer, I could even imagine being friends with him, but probably the word nice wasn't even in his vocabulary.

"You can actually do something instead of staring at me all the time, little one. If you think I'm doing all the work here, you can smack that out of your head right now, yeah?", Jeongguk snapped irritated at me and send me a quick glare, so I turned my head to the side and my cheeks turned red. He could have told me that in a nice tone because I was quite sensitive, but I mean it's Jeon Jeongguk... I shouldn't expected anything else, after all he was mean to everyone else. "W-what... what can I do", I asked quietly and looked shyly into Jeongguk's face again.

"Research or choose pictures. I don't know, something simple. Didn't you ever make a presentation, little one?", he just grumbled and let go of his PC work for a moment to turn his whole body to me. Biting my lips, I looked at my hands lying folded on my lap. Why did I have to get him as my project partner? He was just mean and cold. Can't he see that I always felt uncomfortable around him? "I did...", I slowly disagreed and continued to lower my tiny head. I just wanted to go home and hide under my bed.

Jeongguk sighed loudly and drove himself over his face with both hands, "I'm freaking out with you... How can a boy be so shy and quiet?". Then he looked at me, staring silently into my eyes for a few minutes, as if he was thinking about something, and then stretched out his hand, which I only looked at in amazement, so he rolled his eyes and demanded, "Give me your damn cell phone, shorty. If you can't say a word in class or here with me, then we'll write by WhatsApp". For a moment, I remained motionless and looked at him in surprise, but when he slowly bobbed his foot impatiently, I hastily reached into my trouser pocket, tooking my cell phone in my hand and unlocking it.

Then, I pressed it into his large hand so he could save his number.
I didn't know if I should be happy or scared, because I didn't have to talk to him in person anymore or be afraid because now...

He could call me all day and night.

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~ ggukstaee 🌺

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