Jichoo P. O. V
There I sat, in the library studying this crappy school information about Botticelli. Don't get me wrong, he's amazing, but that's not what I'm here for. Both of my hands sat next to this old art history textbook, but I moved one soon enough.
Taehyung had appeared out of the shadows from behind, placing his hand on top of mine. I snatch my hand away and he frowns, hesitantly moving back.
" I just wanted to say hey" he said with a faint smile on his face, making me feel guilty. He looked handsome today though. He wore a black, fitted, t-shirt that exposed his toned arms, and his hair was combed nicely. His slacks looked like nice quality as well.
"Sorry, I just- it was unexpected, that's all."
He smiles, hugging his books even tighter than before, "can I do my homework with you? " A quick silence provokes the area before he continues, " it's fine if you don't want me to be around you, I completely understand. " he says before turning around. Before he even started walking I reach out to grab his arm, sitting him down next to me, stopping him from leaving so soon.
"No..... It's fine.. Study with me. His eyes travel down to my lips, making me turn away as soon as I could. I didn't want him kissing me again, that's for sure.
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A few hours passed now and we found ourselves laughing at each other's jokes and getting comfortable with each other once again. That was before Jimin showed up.
Jimin came and moved taehyung out of his seat so he could sit next to me. His first few seconds were to catch up, then he started joking, then we started kissing. But this time, this kiss felt like a personal attack on taehyung.
" Jimin stop, we're in the library! "
This clearly frustrated him before he tried forcing me into a kiss right after I told him to stop, which in fact created so much more commotion around us! Everyone looked at us and he laughs nervously before looking around the room. Taehyung just sat there with the usual blank stare, not showing any emotion. Sometimes I'd like to think he doesn't have any and he's just faking it all..
Jimin was about to say something but something caught his eye as well as taehyungs.
"I don't know man, you should leave" taehyung says with a smug expression on his face before Jimin glares at him. Jimin gets out of his seat and aggressively speed walks out of the area.
"What a temper" I say and both taehyung and I laugh. "Anyways-" he says before coming over to my side and sitting beside once again.
"Also, I went book/manga shopping for you. " he says with an Innocent smile on his face while pulling some manga from his bag. Interested, I peek over his shoulder, trying to get a better look but he hides them and laughs.
"Stop, haha! I'm gonna show them to you."
He gently places his hands on my arms in a motion to calm me down while smiling. The way he stared into my eyes this time felt different. I had never had a man look at me like I was the only woman in the world. It's the most genuine I've ever seen him. Maybe he does have emotions?
He moves his hands away from me to grab the books, sitting them in front of me on the table. Smiling, I grab them and and look at the covers.
Taehyung looks around, analyzing the amount of people in the room before looking back at me.
My cheeks turn a flushed red and I quickly put the books back down. "Taehyung!" I yell, gaining a surprised facial expression from him.
"Why would you buy me things like that? Why are they so.... Erotic?"
Taehyung laughs, "come on, we're all adults here!" I saigh at his response, giving him a head tilt with my arms crossed.
"Okay, I'll be honest... "
Nodding for him to continue in a joking way, I wait for his response.
"It's because I want to fuck you so bad. I just want to ram into you until you start crying.... "
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Author notes: ok maybe he doesn't have emotions
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