Fake Boyfriend || A Taekook Fanfic - Chapter 16: Chapter 16

TAEHYUNG'S POV
"It is all your fault. Now my back is paining and my legs are sore."
"What the heck? You were the one who started talking about the kiss. So the only one at fault here is you."
"Shut up Tae. I am tired and I can't walk anymore."
After the PE sir caught us skipping class, he made us run seventy laps around the ground including, thirty pushups and fifty squats. In the end, neither of us could walk. And now here we are, standing in front of Jimin's house. We look like zombies, clinging onto each other and dragging our feet and making weird, exhausted faces.
"I am home. Yay!" Jimin raised his hands with joy, but immediately regretted it as he winced in pain. I was still panting like a dog.
"Now my home," I wheezed and he slightly nodded.
"Bye Tae," he said before disappearing into his house. I fell to the ground and tried to rest for some time. My lungs were paining and my legs and arms felt as if they were on fire. My entire body was aching and I could feel my legs getting cramped. Tomorrow is school. Dang it! That means I had to wobble all the way to school. I might just buy a wheelchair and solve the problem. But my mom will kick my ass if I do so. I groaned and buried my head in my hands. My life is a mess!
"Wow!" someone exclaimed from behind me and I froze in shock, "For a second there, I mistook you for a beggar and was going to give you some money."
Now that pissed me off! I turned around and like I expected, was Jungkook, standing and smirking at my poor self. Why do we always meet at the most humiliating times? Was it coincidence or the weird thing my dad keeps talking about—fate?
"Buzz off, creep!" I said and tried to get up. But I fell down again. I winced in pain when my knees scraped the hard, concrete pavement. Great! I made the pain even worse than before.
"That's what happens when you skip class," he sighed and knelt in front of me. It looked like he was studying my face. Don't tell me my face is damaged? No! My handsome beautiful face.
"Chill! There is nothing on your face," he laughed when he saw my confused state. I sighed and realized I still had to head back home before my mom start shooting questions at me.
"If you will excuse me, I need to go home," I again tried my best to get up, but my body was in no mood of leaving the place. I heard Jungkook chuckle and suddenly, I was lifted up from the ground. He took my right arm and placed it behind his neck while his left hand encircled my waist. He pulled me up and I winced when I got up. The pain shot through my legs and made the scraped knee hurt even more.
"Is this fine?" he enquired and I nodded, "Maybe we can try the bridal style."
"No thanks. Just get me home before I decide to kick your balls and run away."
"At this state, there is no way you can run," he laughed and I sighed, accepting defeat. My mind was in no mood of playing and teasing with this guy. He was careful in making me walk, but every step I took felt painful.
"It pains," I said and he stopped walking.
"How about a piggyback ride?" I looked at him and he was grinning. Piggyback ride? I always wanted to do that. But, not with this guy! Right now, I had no other option other than walking all the way home, alone.
"Are you sure?" I asked him and he nodded.
"You seem to wince at every step. So the best way to prevent it is either if I carry you bridal style or a piggyback ride."
"I choose piggy." He laughed and carefully put me down and then bent down, facing his back towards him. At first I thought it was a joke, but when I saw the serious look on his face, I had no choice but to obey him. With the last amount of energy left in my muscles, I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped on his back. He put his arms under my legs and I giggled 'cause it was tickling a lot. Effortlessly he got up and walked towards my home.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked me and he sighed.
"Simply. I guess I am trying to be the best boy in front of your mom and dad," he said and I chuckled. That was the most lamest excuse I have ever heard. Or maybe not.
I sighed and placed my chin on his head. I smelled something sweet and realized that it was coming from his hair. I buried my face in his black hair and inhaled the scent.
"Is it vanilla?" I asked him.
"Y-Yeah," he stuttered. Why did he stutter? Maybe he is really tired from carrying me and doesn't have the strength to talk.
We finally reached my house and I got an earful from my mother for skipping class and tiring Jungkook. I rolled my eyes at all the words she threw at me. She finally stopped blabbering and went back to her room, cursing about me and my dad. I have no clue why she had to hate him when he had absolutely done nothing. I stood in front of the stairs and looked at the steps. It looked like there were minimum hundreds of them. Was it always the same?
"You going up?" Jungkook asked me.
"I will sleep downstairs," I said and turned back, but was immediately lifted up in...BRIDAL STYLE!?
"WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET ME DOWN!" I yelled as he walked upstairs with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"Shout more and your mom will scold you again for breaking my arms," he said and I immediately kept quiet. He opened the door knob with his foot—I have no clue how— and carefully placed me on my bed.
"Thank you," I mumbled and he smiled.
"Hearing those words from you sounds weird. Looks like I have to get used to it from now on," he smirked and sat down on the floor.
"Jungkook," I said and he hummed, "Can you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Can we...skip studies today?" I asked him and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"And why so?"
"I am injured. That's why."
"You need your brain for studying, not your legs."
"But my hands are also paining and you need hands for writing," I smirked when I saw he had no response at all. Hehe. I won this time. Beat that, you bunny boy!
"Fine," he said and I squealed with joy. I can watch anime in peace. Just when I was going to touch my laptop, Jungkook snatched it from me and sat beside me on the bed.
"Only on one condition," he said.
"And what's that?"
"Be my fake boyfriend." I face-palmed myself when he said that sentence. Is he never ever going to give up chasing me?
"Nope."
"Fine. I will tell your mom."
"What if I tell her that you are forcing me to be your boyfriend?"
"Okay. How about this? I will teach you to top in studies and the money which your parents give me for your tuitions, I will give it to you. In return, be my fake boyfriend."
I pondered over the thought. Mom stopped giving me money ever since I lost my purse which had all my money in it. So now if I want money, I had to borrow from my parents. I usually take money from my dad because my mother notes down the amount of money I took, for what purpose and then, she would ask me to her pay back along with the interest when I get a job. So when it comes to money, dad is the best.
The money which Jungkook is currently getting paid for was enough to buy me anime merchandise and manga. But in return, I have to be his fake boyfriend.
"For how long?" I asked him.
"Huh?"
"The fake boyfriend thing?"
"Oh. About three months." Three months? I thought more than that. I had heard from Jimin that this was the only way for him to get the freedom that he wanted and to escape from his fiancée. I wanted to help at the start, but when he used money in order to get me, I got pissed at it. But now if he is offering the money my parents are giving to him along with free tuition, should I accept it?
"Are we going to publicize it?" I asked him and he nodded. I sighed. This was not going to work.
"Maybe we will keep it low key, but act like we are a real couple in front of my parents. What do you say?"
"I guess...it is a yes," I said and he hugged me. I blushed at the immediate contact and he started to jump on my bed with joy. I laughed when he fell on his face and began to complain about his nose. This was only for....wait a second. I am doing this for money aren't I? No wait Taehyung. You are doing this so that you don't waste your parent's money and you are even getting free help from the topper, which is very rare. So there is nothing bad in this. You are helping someone who hates you to the core and at the same time, saving money and earning help. Hehe.
But is it okay to accept it?
Somewhere in New York
"What did you say?" a man growled into the phone as he clutched it tightly in his hands.
"I am not lying. He said that he was gay and even has a boyfriend." A woman's voice spoke from the other end of the phone.
"What is his name?"
"Kim Taehyung. He is his classmate."
"Taehyung? Why do I have a feeling that I have heard that name before?"
"I don't know about that, but he made our son gay. You must do something."
"Report to me everything about him and his relationship with Jungkook."
"Why don't you come back and solve the matter yourself?"
"I am busy now. Just do as I say."
"Okay."
"Bye." He cut the call and sighed. Kim Taehyung? Why does it sound familiar?
"Samuel," he called and immediately, a man entered his office.
"You called for me, sir."
"Find out about this boy, Kim Taehyung."
"Sir, there are hundreds whose name—"
"Just do as I say," he glared at the man and the man nodded. He bowed and went out of the office.
I wonder why, Jungkook. After all these years, you have the courage to deceive your father. Remember your position boy. You are still below me. And you can't escape from me.