SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

61 - Trapped

*Taehyung's Pov*

I sat impatiently in front of the head of the school, she stared me down with a sharp expression.

The room we were in felt stuffy, it was small, and sophisticated.

The air was also very tight, and the tension in my stomach was not there due to the fact that for whatever reason I was in trouble, but because it had been a while now since I received the texts from an unknown number, meaning in that amount of time it leaves some sick fuck to lay their hands on my Y/n.

I was in computing with Kiran when I got the texts, and after reading them Kiran asked me what was wrong, he could see my feeling painted into my face.

I told him to warn Y/n, warn her that I got these messages and that she had to keep her eye out in case I didn't get the chance to personally tell her. I'm now glad I made that decision at the time, because as soon as I told Kiran, I was called out of class by a staff member who confiscated my phone and asked for my school bag.

I had never gotten my belongings confiscated before getting in trouble so I knew that whatever this was it was serious, and when I was led to the head office it sort of secured my suspicions.

I mentioned Bryce's name to Kiran, because I had a gut feeling that he would be capable of the things this person was claiming to do in these texts, just because of how obsessed he is with Y/n.

But I also knew that Y/n would never expect anything seriously dangerous from anyone she knew, she only saw the best in people and tried to block out the negatives, if that wasn't the case with her then I probably wouldn't be in this relationship as not a lot of people looked past my reputation of being a prick.

I was thankful that she was a very positive person, for the reason of us being together, but right now I really wish she hated Bryce as much as I did, just so that she might get the idea to stay away from him.

But who's saying this is actually Bruce? This could be anyone and that's why I'm furious to be locked up in this stupid fucking room.

"Mr. Kim, we've been receiving e-mails of late on suspicions of your involvement with the use of drugs and substance." The head mistress spoke with a sour expression, she hated me, I knew that ages ago, she hates any pupil that ruins her perfect image of this school.

"I have nothing to do with drugs." I replied coldly.

She cleared her throat aggressively, keeping her eyes on me as she typed into her computer, only averting the eye contact to look to her screen and click on something.

"An e-mail made early today, by a respectable pupil who wished to remain anonymous.." she started looking to her screen to read out the email.

"This morning I spotted Kim Taehyung dealing something on school grounds by the staff car park, he handed over bags of something which I couldn't make out and two bottles of liquor, the two girls he was handing this stuff to looked to be underaged."

She calmly snaked her arms into a cross and leaned over the table to tighten the space between us.

I leaned my back against the chair I was sat on, positioned in front of her desk, my legs spread out and my arms resting on the sides of the chair.

"Respectfully, this is bullshit." I spoke with a flat tone.

The head mistress took a sharp breath in through her nose, standing to her feet.

She pushed her chair back and walked to the side of her desk to where the member of staff who led me here dumped my bag.

She picked it up by it's strap and dropped in front of her on the desk.

"Anything to confess before I open it?"

She looked down on me like she was expecting to find something.

I chuckled shaking my head side to side, "do I fuck."

She flicked her bob of hair before sitting down, forcefully unzipping the bag.

I sat expressionless as she flicked through the unused textbooks in my bag, opening the zip wider to get a better looks inside.

I was completely relaxed with her looking through my bag because their genuinely wasn't anything to keep from her-

My stomach dropped slightly as she stuck her hand in my bag and pulled out a plastic takeaway Tupperware which had a napkin lining the inside so that you couldn't see it's contents.

That wasn't mine whatever it was.

I sat forward a little.

"Hm, lunch, Mr. Kim?" She glared, a hint of pride in her green eyes as she took off the lid to the Tupperware.

Fuck.

Have I really been set up this badly..

"I have nothing to do with that.." I started as the lifted a small bag of white powder.

"Well, I expected nothing less." She began, dropping the small bag back into the Tupperware.

"That's probably flour in a bag, you think I'm some sort of dealer? This is a set up I swear."

She put the Tupperware back into my bag and zipped it up, carrying it with her as she got up and walked past me.

"You're going to stay in here whilst I get the office to call the police, okay?"

Her voice called from the back of my head as I sat staring forward, her standing behind me at the door of her office.

I heard her walk out and shut it behind her, followed by a small locking sound to which I clenched my eyes shut, hitting my hand off of the arm of the chair I sat on.

"Shit."

Now my chances of getting out of here were close to none, not in time to stop anything anyway.

My heart started to clench, I didn't want him to lay his hands on you, I don't want you to be hurt, I wanted you safe with me, by my side.

I walked round to the other side of the desk to see if the drawer the head mistress put my phone in was locked, and sure enough it was.

I sighed to myself out of frustration.
I couldn't get out of this room, I was becoming claustrophobic with all the anger which filled the negative space.

I paced back and forth to calm myself.

Even if I told the teacher about these texts she would brush past them because as far as she's concerned, I'm in trouble and I'm trying to make excuses to get out of it.

I continued pacing pack and forth trying to remember what class you would be in next.

I'm pretty sure it was a double of music, meaning you'd be sat next to Bryce, who is a huge suspect, but also sat near Abigail, and if Kiran managed to find you and tell you about the texts then Abigail would keep a good eye out, she was usually extremely on top of things.

I paused and looked down at the desk, pens laid out neatly, a notepad, a phone to the office, then the computer.

I paused for a second, looking at the black computer screen.

She didn't log out did she..

I pulled the teachers chair forward and sat on it as I shook the mouse to wake the computer.

The screen took a couple of seconds before lighting up, with the email she read out.

I scanned over the email and landed on the user that sent it.

I read the name, and my body went numb.

Sure enough, it was Bryce...

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