possessive touches × yoonnie

theif

Jennie's pov

it wasn't my imagination. my eyes did make contact with yoongi's piercing once. and the look in those eyes were not from someone who was just passing by. it was as if...something felt unpleasant. as if something annoyed him.

yoongi's agressive gesture dint end there. after staring dead straight in my eyes. he harshly closed the half open door and left. it wasn't in a good manner or something.

the cold look on his eyes...was a warning that he will be allways watching me.

"huh?" taehyung said as confused as me. "why dint he come in ?" taehyung asked.

"..."

"do you...know him?" I asked, as I nervously shifted my gazes to my wounded bandaged wrist once again.

"is there someone in our class who doesn't know yoongi...??" taehyung gasped in shock which kinda made me embarrassed. was I supposed to know him ?

"oh..i forgot about you" the ravenette chuckled.

"..."

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I dint see yoongi anymore after he left. but the weired uneasy feeling stayed long.

the door opened again.

it was yoongi , i thought and turned back but it was one of the girls in my class. "ew the lunch was terrible, I wanted to skip it and eat from snackbar in the streets" she said in disgust.

"we should've gone to kfc instead" a male student spoked.

it was just one of my classmates, ofcource it wouldn't be yoongi. why was I even expecting him?

"hey...listen" the same deep voice called me , taehyung giving me his box shaped smile as he spoke again "will you get up and look at me" tae said, his hand softly placed over mine.

startled by his huge hands , I looked at him...and he grinned at me and I relaxed.

"anyway , don't touch the wound, it might get infected" he said. i noded "ok" I quietly said

"see you in class then..I'll leave" taheyung said. i couldn't feel more happier with the short conversation. i couldn't take my eyes off from taehyungs back until he left.

no.

I shouldn't feel this way...

after all I'm...-

"hey you !!" one of the classmate came towards me agitated , a teeth gritting expression on his face. his voice that reminds me of what I'm.

"..."

and then someone suddenly threw a book at the back of my head. the aching pain almost made me cry. i bit on my lip hard and looked back. some classmates smirking at me.

"it's you , isn't it ?" one of the girl classmate, who is apparently the classes topper gritting her teeth in pure aggression, she pointed her index at me "ugh..for god sake!" she yelled.

I confusedly stared at her "what do you mean?" she approached me in one stride and grabed me by my collar. "w-what is it?" I asked.

I winced in her strong hold
"let go off me"

"I was going to let you live in peace , but you drive me nuts..." she said bailing her fists.

"you stole my book dint you?" she accused me as she gripped tighter on my collar.

"what..?!"

it was unexpected.

why is she accusing me ?

feeling nervous I dint knew where to look, so my eyes darted everywhere.
and that must seem suspicious...

"look at her ! finding excuses." one of the boy classmate said and my pitiful body was harshly thrown on the floor.

no..I've never even touched anyone's stuffs. but then-

"I know" a familiar deep raspy voice claiming it.

everyone stood there silently "..."

"I know who stole it"

someone walked in towards my scene, his heavy steps stomping on the floor i was pushed into. the frigid voice and cold look in his eyes immediately made me recognise that it was yoongi.

is he here to back me up ? I felt a little hope and started tearing up...

"it's yours right?" yoongi asked ,a familiar textbook in his hand looking towards the topper girl who was accusing me for stealing it.

"oh..yeah that's my book." she said quickly.

"I saw everything" yoongi claimed.

"...huh ?" she said confusedly.

several eyes were turned and fixed towards us. yoongi seemed to like the gaze and laughed quietly , raising a corner of his mouth.

every one waiting for yoongi to speak as if he was some important person. "this book...." yoongi paused.

"she stole it, i saw it" he said in one go.

I stared wide eyed at yoongi "w-what ?" I gasped. a cruel smile curled into his lips as he looked at me.

searching desperately for what to do, I moved my dry lips.

I couldn't say anything...nothing just came out of my mouth. but one thing is I would never steal. why would yoongi do this ? why is doing this to me ?

it was all in vain.

everything was played into yoongi's hand. as if...the truth wasn't important at the first place.

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