Fake Boyfriend || A Taekook Fanfic - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

TAEHYUNG'S POV
"I am not coming to your house even if the entire world begs me too," I said to Jungkook who was pestering me to stay at his house for the night. But that guy doesn't know how to give up and every minute he asks me to come. I got scolding from both my physics and chemistry teacher and it was all because of his constant nagging.
"Why won't you come? I swear I won't do anything to you. If you want, we can sleep in separate beds," he said and I shook my head.
"Why do you want me to come to your house?" I asked.
"You know that your mom was the one who said you to stay at my place," he said and I looked away. It was true she was the one who told Jimin to tell me that I was to stay at Jungkook's place, but even if she say so I am not going to go.
"I am not going and that's final," I said to him. He sighed and went back to sleeping. Finally! I can rest.
I looked down at my ankle and noticed that the dressing had unwound itself and it was badly bleeding. Shit! I had completely forgotten that I had a cut on my ankle and I was supposed to go to the infirmary. I was sure to get belted by my parents and the nurse who instructed me a hundred times to not run or strain my ankle.
The lunch break came and finally I got away from Jungkook. I reached the canteen and saw Jimin talking to Yoongi. Scratch that. He was flirting with Yoongi.
I knew it! They like each other or was it only Jimin? But Yoongi was smiling and laughing along with him. No way was he not in love with my pal. Yoongi plus Jimin...what can their ship name be...?
"Want to interrupt them?" someone whispered into my ear. I jumped in fright and turned around to see Jungkook grinning at me.
"It's you," I sighed and placed a hand on my beating heart, "You scared me, dumbass."
"Sorry," he rubbed the back of his neck and smirked, "Want to come with me?"
"Where? Anywhere besides your house, please," I said and he nodded.
"The rooftop," he said and he grabbed my right hand and pulled me along with him. He didn't run but, walked a little bit slow. Maybe because of my ankle's condition? Why was he even caring about that? We finally came to a halt and saw the huge number of stairs spiraling all the way to the top.
"Stairs," he said and I nodded. Stairs. What about them? Without even a warning, he suddenly lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU EVEN DOING?" I yelled at him, but he completely ignored me and began to climb the stairs. I kicked and punched him, but he showed no signs of stopping.
He finally reached the top and kicked the door open and gently placed me down. I glared at him and kept at least five feet distance from him.
"What's with that expression?" he asked me and I looked away, "So you going to ignore me? Fine. Do whatever you want."
He sat in one corner and I looked at him eating his burger. Was that his lunch? At least it was tastier than mine. I opened my box and saw the usual salad.
"You can have it," he said and waved the burger at me. I could feel my stomach rumbling and I shook my head. No stomach. Not today.
"Your mother made it for me," he yelled and suddenly, I ran towards him and tried to snatch the burger from his hand. But he swiftly shifted it to his other hand and I fell on his chest. I got up and rubbed my nose.
"What was that for?' I snarled at him and he smiled.
"Stay at my place and you will get your burger," he waved it in front of me and my stomach growled in hunger.
The burger which he was holding in his hand wasn't any ordinary burger. It was mom's super deluxe burger which was very famous for the juicy meat sandwiched between the smoky buns and fresh veggies. If this was ever sold in the markets, it would have brought down the other burger companies. That was how powerful it was. Thousands of housewives had risked their pride for this recipe, but none have succeeded till now. And most importantly, this burger was only made thrice in a year and the one he was holding was the last one for this year.
"Fine. I will stay at your place. Now give me that," I snatched it from him and bit into the delicious burger. I moaned when the flavors burst in my mouth. This was amazing!
"So you have to come to my house. Okay?" he said and I nodded. He said that he had separate beds, so it was fine. If he does come, I will kick him down. Wait, when he said his house...
"What about your fiancée, Leishi? Isn't she going to be there?" I asked him and he sighed.
"We are not going to stay at my usual place," he said and I tilted my head in confusion, "We are going to my place."
"I still didn't get it," I said and he chuckled. He got up and brushed the dust from his pants.
"You will see. Now get up," I shook my head and continued to savor every bit of the last burger for the year. He sighed and went to the railings and leaned against it.
"Hey you remember this place where—"
"I thought I told you to forget it," I interrupted him and he laughed. He closed his eyes and it looked like he was enjoying the breeze. I realized that I finished the burger and whined in disappointment. The last one.
"Sad?" I looked up to see Jungkook smiling at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked away, "Come on. Wasn't I the one who gave you that?"
"I don't care," I said.
"How about paying me back with a kiss?" he asked and I made an 'X' with my hands.
"No. I am paying you back by staying at your place."
"Ahh! Yeah. Forgot about it." I rolled my eyes at him. I closed my eyes and listened to the quiet breeze blowing.
The weather today was beautiful and the sky was blue and bright. I want to stop time and stay in this moment forever. Just throw Jungkook away and the scene would be even better. Just the pale blue sky and me. Nobody else. Suddenly I felt a tug in my ankle and I woke up to see Jungkook removing the bandage.
"What are you doing?" I asked and pulled my foot back. He sighed and showed me the first aid kit in his hand. What was he doing with that?
"Your ankle is bleeding and the nurse in the infirmary has a cold. So I took the first aid kit from the sports team."
"Why from the sports team?" I asked him and he gave me the annoyed look.
"I just told you. The nurse has a cold. So probably everything in there is infected. That is why I got it from the sports team."
"I see," I said.
"Give me your foot," he said and I slowly placed it in front of him. He took it and began to remove the bandage cloth around it. He threw it aside and cleaned the wound. I winced when he was cleaning the blood from my wound. He saw my reaction and sighed.
"That's what happens when you carelessly run like a mad man," he said and I frowned at him. I was getting late for school, so I had to run.
After cleaning it, he took out a fresh pair of bandage cloth and wound it around the gash. Wow! It was way better and cleaner than what the nurse had done.
"Surprised that a playboy knows how to put a bandage?" he asked me and I rolled my eyes. Well, I was surprised, but I am not going to admit it.
"There it's done now," he said and I looked at my ankle. Should I thank him? He did a pretty great job at it, so he deserves a thanks.
"Thank you," I said and he smiled.
"You're welcome," he said and he smirked at me. Something doesn't feel right, "But you have to pay for it."
"WHAT?" I yelled and he laughed, "Why the heck should I?"
"Because I had to take it from the sports team and I was the one who wasted my time putting the cloth around your ankle. And more importantly, I had to endure your stinky foot."
"My foot doesn't stink," I said and he shrugged.
"But it did. So pay up."
I groaned in annoyance and accepted defeat. I hope it is cheap, "How much?"
"One kiss."
"What?"
"Just one kiss and that's all."
"You already had one this morning," I said. He shook his head and smirked.
"That was your punishment. Now you have to kiss for the fees." I face-palmed myself and ran towards the railings. But that gorilla guy grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.
"Let me go! I rather die than kiss you again," I screamed and I heard him sigh. Wasn't this a fake relationship? So why the heck is he involving kisses in this?
"Fine then. I will give you a discount," he said and I stopped struggling. Discount? "Just give me a kiss on the cheek. That's all."
Kiss on his cheek? That was way better, but it still didn't make matters less better. Just get it done, Taehyung. You want to live, then kiss him and be gone.
"Okay," I said and he grinned. I inhaled and quickly kissed him on his right cheek and ran away. I looked back and I saw him smiling. Creep ass. Oh wait, stairs.
"Need any help?" I turned back to see Jungkook holding his hand out in front of me. I looked at the stairs and then at him. Looks like I need his help again.
"Fine. But I prefer piggy—"before I could finish, he lifted me up in bridal style. I was too surprised to react and by the time I came to my senses, we had already reached downstairs.
"The heck was that?" I jumped out of his arms and landed on my two feet without applying a lot of pressure to my injured ankle. But I failed to balance myself and would have ended up falling on my ass if Jungkook hadn't caught me on time.
"You asked for a lift, so I gave you one," he said and I glared at him. I wanted a piggyback ride, not a fricking bridal style shit.
"I swear I will—"
"TAEHYUNG!" I looked to see Jimin racing towards me. He halted when he saw both of us and he had that goofy smile on his face, "Sorry for interrupting. Carry on with whatever you were doing. Jimin out!"
He ran in the direction he came from and I just stared at him. Sometimes it is just hard to understand people. Especially Jimin. I mean—what did he even mean by that?
"That Jimin," Jungkook sighed and pulled me to my feet, "Your friend is just...weird."
"I know. Today morning he was talking about something, but I had no clue what he was blabbering about."
"What was it?"
"He said that if I stay at his place for the night, he would kick me out since he wants 'Taekook' to be real. Do you know what it means?" I asked Jungkook. He smirked and shook his head.
"Nope. Not a clue."