The Girl on the Sidelines || TAENNIE

[ 𝗶𝘃 ] 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿.

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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿.

Ah screw it, why bother doing it later if you could do it now.

I grinned, skipping back to the music room. I glanced around the hallways, my lips curved up as students were already in class.

Standing on my tippy toes, I peeped through the small window on the door. The room was filled with different musical instruments, the walls were black and white. Different from the usual classroom interior.

This is unfair, why did they get a better room.

I huffed out, but then giggled when I realized that I don't have a club.

Silly me.

Seeing that the coast is clear, I turned the doorknob and slowly entered the room with excitement passing through my veins.

My eyes wandered around in search of a string, I can't be tempted in taking a string from a musical instrument since it will be obvious if I take one.

I caught sight of a box full of strings on the table, a grin is found back on my lips.

My sweet strings, the world wanted to help me. Hallelujah!

I crept towards the table, pulling off the lid of the box. My eyes glimmered when I caught sight of the guitar strings.

Wait, isn't this still considered stealing?

My hand paused midway when I realized, I can't steal, my conscience will kill me.

I bit my lower lip, contemplating whether to take it or not. My initial plan was to ask for a string, but I can't wait.

I frowned, staring around the room to see it empty. No one is here.

My eyes widen, a grin found back on my lips as I let out a low laugh when an idea popped up inside my head.

I grabbed my knitted bag, pulling out my pink wallet, and opened it, pulling out 100 won.

I happily placed the money below the box, taking a string, and placed it inside my box collection.

I feel like an honest spender.

I turned my body around but halted when a figure stood in front of the doorway, holding on a guitar with his eyes twitching, his gaze fixed on my string collection.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled, his jaw clenched as he took a step forward at a menacing pace.

I only widen my eyes, taking a step back with a chuckle coming out from my lips. "I just bought a string, no biggie,"

"Bought? Stupid, it wasn't for sale. Give it back," he clenched his teeth, raised his hand, and opened his palm.

"Give it back," he repeated while I only gazed at his face then at his palm in a repeated manner.

"Why is your hand so big?" I asked curiously, holding on to his palm as I observed his hand.

I placed my hand on his own, measuring the size. "Woah, it is bigger than mine!" I giddily spouted, looking up to see the man's eye twitching while a blush crept up his cheeks.

Ara?

My lips formed in a teasing smile, leaning forward to his face. "Liking it?"

He snapped out from his trance, letting out a tsk, pulling his hand from my hold, making me frown. His hand was warm though.

"Give it back," he repeated his words earlier, making me frown as I placed a hand on my hips and raised a brow.

"I bought it," I stubbornly replied, letting out a 'hmph' before looking away.

"For fuck sake, it wasn't for sale," he cursed out, leaning forward, his glare pierced through my eyes.

"Tell me your name first and I might return it," I negotiated, tilting my head innocently at the hot-tempered man.

I mean he's handsome after all, better take my chances!

"Why would I?" he 'tsked', crossing his arms. My eyes caught sight of his muscles flexed a bit, hehe.

He works out, I wish I could too.

"Because you should," I retorted.

"Just give it," he charged forward, reaching out to grab the box but I swiftly ducked under his arm and faced him again as his face turned red in anger.

"Don't be shy, Mr . Hot Tempered," I cooed, adding more fuel to the fire. I don't understand why I was enjoying making fun of the man.

His handsome angry face looks too funny, I can't help it.

"Don't call me Hot Tempered," he licked his lips, his eyes kept their angry gaze.

"Name?" I teased, his body went rigid. He stopped glaring, his lips pursed. He seems like he's thinking about it.

My lips curved in a smile, he took the bait.

"So?"

"Kim Taehyung," he finally answered, gazing at me with a stern gaze. My smile widens, taking a step forward, and looked up at the man.

"Well, Kim Taehyung. Thank you for telling me your name, but I hope you don't accept refunds," I bowed, hurriedly ran to the door, but he was too fast, he blocked it immediately.

A smile appeared on his lips. "Caught you, you can't escape," I glanced around the room, looking for an escape. My lips let out a chuckle when I found one.

Bingo.

"Oh, you caught me. How sad, I'll cry of sadness for returning a precious string," I dramatically faked a cry, a hand over my forehead while he looked at me, perplexed.

"I'll return it..." I looked down, fiddling on my box, and took a step back.

"Thank God you finally found your common sense," he crossed his arms, I lifted my head and smirked at him. Catching him off guard.

"Sike!" I shouted, jumping out of the opened window. I giggled, feeling the wind breezed through my disheveled hair, and safely landed on the ground.

I looked up and winked at the shocked man. "See you later, Taeyeon!"

"Scammer! Return my strings, hey! I'm talking to you!" he shouted when I turned my back, giving him a small wave.

"I paid for these, what does he mean by that. Tsk," I pouted, muttering under my breath as I ran.

Oh well, past is past.

Although, he looks familiar. Nah, I'll think about it later.

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Disclaimer, please don't follow the actions of our female lead. Stealing is not good, but for the sake of the story to process, I made her like that. She needs flaws to create a story, she's not Mary Sue :)

Please don't disregard the book yet, I'm starting to worry as it might not fit your taste.

Don't worry, you'll understand in the next chapters.

See you in the next chapters!

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