GOLDEN TALENT | VKOOK ✓

11 | MINE TO BULLY

Jeongguk found himself pinned to the wall by no one else but Kim Taehyung.

He was dragged away bare-handed by him, both of them outside in the hallways, as they could still hear the voices of their so-called classmates coming behind each other's backs to see who scored the best and the worst. While Taehyung didn't give a shit who was unbeatable or not, he did find the culprit who did him dirty so badly by changing his schedule.

"It was fucking you, was it not?" Taehyung tilted his head, ironically smiling. "Pfft, I thought I could believe a word of yours."

"Kim, get your hands off me." Jeongguk said slowly, "I don't have a fucking idea what you are talking about, and yeah, no, I'm not playing dumb. I noticed your absence; the atmosphere felt calmer, y'know?" He got his hands on the others wrists and pushed him away.

Taehyung's grip tightened for a moment before he released Jeongguk, taking a step back but maintaining a challenging gaze. The tension between them crackled like electricity as they stood in the dimly lit hallway.

Jeongguk straightened his clothes, shooting an irritated glance at Taehyung. "Look, I don't know what wild conspiracy theories you've got in your head, but I didn't mess with your schedule. Why would I bother with something like that?"

Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you're always trying to outdo everyone. I wouldn't be surprised if you thought messing with my schedule would give you some advantage.

''You are very sick in the head.'' He hissed, eyeing him from top to bottom. ''Can't you take the blame for something at least once? C'mon now, Jeon, I know you no more than a few months, and I can tell that you seem like a person to do me so dirty.'' He spat, pressing his point finger to his chest. ''You hate me that much? What happened to the friendly behaviour? The coffee thing? Vomiting thing?''

''Taehyung, stop it.'' Jeongguk sighed and rolled his eyes back, throwing back his hair. ''Stop making assumptions and get the fuck inside.'' Taehyung stuttered before he could answer back. ''Because instead of having useless chats here with me, assuming I want to take you down so badly, I would do this. Assuming you are so much better in me that I felt scared of your talent or something? Get a grip, Kim; I'm sure you are better than this, and this is definitely no fun.'' Jeongguk said his own voice could be heard in the hallways. ''I gave you the talk before, and I am doing it fucking again and probably for the last time.''

''They won't even let me go; why would I even bother?'' Taehyung shrugged, shaking his head. ''No matter how long your lecture will be, it's over.''

Jeongguk let out a very hopeless growl and grabbed him by the collar. ''Kim Taehyung, get fucking inside and goddamn show and fucking dance." He stared directly into his eyes, seeing how Taehyung's Adam apple moved when he gulped. ''Just get inside already; get out of my sight.''

Taehyung's eyes narrowed at Jeongguk's sudden aggression, but there was a flicker of surprise in his expression. He wasn't used to Jeongguk taking charge in this manner. The hallway seemed to quiet down as he continued, his voice low and intense, "I don't have time for your baseless accusations. If you think I messed with your schedule, fine. We'll settle it, but not like this, and certainly not in front of everyone."

Taehyung got pushed away further away, standing ashaken by Jeongguk, ''I'm doing this because of my own pride, not because of yours words.''

Jeongguk hummed teaisly, crossing his arms, those goddamn muscular arms that were outlined on his shirt. ''Didn't you say that last time too, princess?''

''Princess my ass.'' Taehyung cursed and jogged back inside, opening the doors and disappearing instantly.

Jeongguk closed his eyes and dropped his hands, walking to the cushions under the window in the middle of the hallways, letting his body drop. He kicked his feet twice in anger. ''Why the fuck do I bother?'' He then did a small pout and once again crossed his arms. ''I'm better than this.'' He reached to the back of his hair and massaged his neck, closing his eyes as his fingers trailed to his hair, calming himself down since he can only do so when someone plays with his hair.