#taekookau where: Jk’s a stubborn brat with little to no manners...

“…”
“Hey.” He proceeded to poke the guy. “I know you can hear me….You! I’m talking to you.”
“No, you’re not.” He muttered not even bothering to look at Jungkook.
“Well, obviously I’m talking to you.” Jungkook sighed.
“Yeah and we can have a proper conversation when you stop poking me and refer to me by name.”
“Fine.” He grumbled, peeking over to see his name in his book. “Taehyung.”
“Give me a pencil.”
“Mm, I would but it doesn’t sound like you’re asking.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Ugh.” He rolled his eyes. “Can I borrow a pencil?”
“Please?” Taehyung raised and eyebrow.
“…Please.” He mumbled.
“…Whatever.” He blushed, grabbing the pencil but Taehyung didn’t let it go.
“Now, what do you say?”
“…Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled softly.
“Yes?”
“What’s going on?”
“Pfft.” Taehyung help back his laughed, before sliding his notebook towards him to copy his notes.
“What’s this?” Taehyung immediately glanced over at Jungkook who’s head was on the desk hiding behind his arms.
“Flowers.” He mumbled.
“For?”
“Actually, I do like them.” Taehyung smiled.
“Oh.” Jungkook felt quite proud of himself, glad Taehyung liked his gift.
“…” Jungkook froze up. For some reason he thought Taehyung would know exactly why he brought him the flowers. That’s what he saw on Google at least. “Cause…”
“Cause?”
“Right. So if it’s not because you like me, why’d you give me?” Taehyung smiled, leaning closer.
“I never said I did.” He scoffed.
“Mm, that’s too bad I would’ve asked you out on a date.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“…You could still ask.”
“Jungkook.” Taehyung chuckled.
“Yeah.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes…sir?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Taehyung laughed. “I want you to say it, say you like me.”
“Oh. I…I like you.”
Jungkook felt his heart beating out of his chest at the sound of his new pet name. He’s never been called a term of endearment before. “I like you! Happy? And…I’m not your Darling.”
“I’ll pick you up Saturday at 8.”
“I like you too.” Taehyung smiled.
“Oh.” Jungkook blushed staring down in his lap. Someone was still bothering him, he had to get it off his chest.
“I know…I also happen to know you like being called a good boy too, don’t you?”
“Whatever.”











