The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Forty

Jangmi crossed her heart, withheld from drifting away by the cracks in them. At the mercy of alcohol now, she hoped for a compassionate rescue by the leather-jacketed man who ironically stood stunned to silence. His quiet began settling into the situation like snow festering upon the streets. Speaking of which, the air wasn't as cold as the most gruesome of days but it wasn't enough to sway by either. Her old sweater barely covered her let alone support her body. Thankfully, the alcohol in her system was backing her up faithfully.

As their shadows came screaming onto her body, Jangmi grasped for the seam of Jungkook's jacket, finding cover behind him. He was momentarily surprised by her lack of brave which was made up for by his frame hiding him completely.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Mr Eduardo's voice approached her first.

Jangmi snivelled. She detested the struggle on the brink of sanity. Truth be told, she wasn't in the best of state right now. Every time she closed her eyes, the world went spheroidal. Even the bar of chocolate she had nibbled on sat in her chest, ready to spring out of her mouth and yet never arriving. She confessed that she shouldn't have done it in the heat of the moment. Jungkook's skills weren't comparable to hers. He was an established drinker and she could barely handle anything drinkable. But the issue was that none of them had expected either of the menaces to appear to their test.

She peeked beside his shoulder, electrified by Taehyung's close follow-up with Mr Eduardo.

The strength of his sobriety was warmer than the alcohol in her chest. His eminently brown eyes were brown no more. Instead of the natural norm, his stormed with purple, perfectly ratified by the charging midnight grape of his turtle neck, his trousers and his overcoat that swayed down to his ankles of the same hue. Jangmi's eyes settled lower on the shining ornament of gold hanging around his chest from his neck. It bore contrast to his appeal.

She was awed at how literary his choice of clothing was; something that would be seen within the pages of a period romance novel.

He was always so outstanding that it felt unhealthy to be in reception of it in some way.

"Snapadoodles." She whispered furiously against Jungkook's coat. Jangmi hastily looked away as her stare had invited Taehyung's questioning look.

"Is she alright?" Mr Eduardo continued beckoning but Jungkook said none. He remained in the stance without as much as a defence. Well, he wasn't obligated to. He wasn't a student here after all. In addition to the previous point, he was also far more important to Mr Eduardo than her.

"You're being reported for indiscipline this instant if you've been drinking on campus." Mr Eduardo said after a minute of silence, possibly noticing the liquor bottle in Jungkook's hand or maybe the stench rising in the air.

Jangmi's eyes tipped with water. Indiscipline? Wouldn't that be extreme? It could ruin her reputation. What if it affected her career too?

She let Jungkook go, stepping into view and bowing as low as she could, squinching her eyes to beat the cultivating of nausea to search for a cause in her lack of sight. "I'm sorry, Sir! Please forgive me!"

"So you have been drinking then?"

"I'm sorry Sir! I will not repeat it." Jangmi could sense her brain growing heavier, threatening to land on the floor and send her tumbling down the road like a wheel.

"Who is in charge of your class's discipline?" He continued to ask nonetheless.

Hyukjae! Jangmi gasped.

She raised her head, "I apologise Mr Eduardo. Please don't report me to him!"

"Well who else should make a note of this then?" He countered, folding his hands across his chest. "From the looks of it, he seems to be doing a good job."