SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

15 - Thirsty?

*TAEHYUNG'S POV* -30 mins later-

That was dangerously close, I could feel the urge to lean in and touch her lips with mine, they looked untouched, as if nobody had ever kissed them before and now they were aching for that sensation.

I knew she once had a boyfriend though, so it wasn't a question on whether she had actually kissed someone before.

I remember her past relationship being brought up in class one time, she never told me how it ended, or how it started, but I knew she had a lot of feelings for him, just by the way she spoke about him.

This is why I didn't involve myself to girls emotionally, they were there to please me in one category and one category only.

I got mad when they would come back wanting more from me after one night, they knew exactly what they were walking into in the first place. I would never hook up with someone for a first impression if a relationship was what I wanted, even at that, I didn't even want a relationship.

This is why I would never invite girls to my place, it would give them the wrong impression.

I sneered at this thought, looking down at Y/n, sat right in front of me, in my house, because I invited her here. 

But nothing would happen between us two, she did look kissable and she was attractive, but we would never make it out alive if we were cooped up together for the sake of being together.

We were a terrible match, I was too stuck up whilst she was too kind, it just didn't work.

She wanted to be friendly but I wanted nothing to do with her, so everytime I snapped she would snapback, because that was our nature, that was the cause of the indescribable tension that was constantly between us both.

I glanced down at her, the light bouncing off of her dark hair, the shoulder of her zip up hoodie sliding off, exposing her bare shoulder as she wrote, completely oblivious to my gaze. She was so small, yet she had the body people went to the gym for, her ass round, her breasts full, her waist compact.

I could hear her muttering, it was a funny habit of hers I had grown to enjoy.

She was never too mature to reveal her inner child with silly things like this.

The way she bobs her head to the music she must have been singing in her head, the little mouth sounds she made to concentrate, voicing her inner instructions out loud without realising.

"No, grace note isn't the right ornament, it was aaa.." She quietly mumbled, flicking a bit of paper off of her textbook which was covering a paragraph of information.

"Ah, It was a trill." She finished, happily jotting down that information.

I smiled to myself again, it's like she had forgotten that I was right behind her.

I looked down at what I had done so far.

Half a page.

A little more maybe.

What was there to write about on the modern era? Nothing really, that was why it was easy.

I was pretty sure that this was enough work for the topic, I had everything mandatory jotted down, all the facts, all the figures.

Yeah, I was finished, it had only been around half an hour.

"Y/n." I started.

She turned to me with those big, curious and bright blue eyes.