•°𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒°• Taehyung x BTS | V centric

6

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. This guy, Jeon Jungkook, was... glaring..Wait, no, inspecting his face??

"Hmm, what's so special about you??"

Suddenly, he gasps, as Jungkook grabs his neck, abruptly pulling him even closer and burying his nose into the crook of his neck.

Jungkook couldn't admit it, but perhaps, that was his intention from the start. Not to inspect his mate in such a crude manner but to experience what it was like to be so close to him. In the little human's personal space. And shit, the little one's scent could be described as nothing less than intoxicating.

"Hah.. fuck, you smell so good...are you trying to seduce me, little vixen??"

Startled tremors hurtle down Taehyung's already shaking spine as he vaguely tries to process just what kind of a situation that he's stuck in. He's so scared, scared of just how good this guy's voice sounds. It made him want to indulge himself in it eternally.

He shivers, trying to pull away, but gasps when the hands suddenly come to his head again, grabbing a fistfull of his brown locks to harshly tilt his head back to fully expose his neck, evoking a whimper of pain from him, eyes widening in terror.

Jungkook is enraged, enraged and both in denial. He couldn't bring himself to reject this little thing in front of him.

And, the embarrassing question remained.

Was he really unable to reject Kim Taehyung?? Or, deep down, did he just not want to??

As the man's beautiful lips brush against Taehyung's ear, he hears a threat, laced with both warning and anger that he couldn't understand what he did to deserve.

"You, might have been fated to me as my mate but I, will somehow reject you, by any means Kim Taehyung. Watch your back.."

His sirenic voice morphs into that of the demon himself as he growls out the last sentence, shoves the small boy away with involuntary strength that sent Taehyung stumbling onto the floor, and advances out of the door, not looking back even once.

His posture was steady, his head high, and steps strong as he left, leaving him alone in the midst of staring classmates.

And despite it being modern era, Taehyung swore that Jungkook reminded him of the pure essence of power. He looked like he was born to rule. A king.

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows, and being the somewhat naïve, overly soft-hearted boy he was, he mumbles only a few words.

"Is he....alright??"

He couldn't understand why, or how, but he felt how all three of these new students had felt.

Horrible, menacing and tainted emotions, but the main part was that...

They were hurting themselves, more than they were hurting others.

How can he feel all of this?? Taehyung couldn't tell you because he didn't know himself.

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Like the tiring, vicious system that school was, the bell rung, loudly, straight into his ear, just as he had done up his last button on his oversized white shirt.

This time, he wracked his brains, trying to remember what was next.

Ah, Science?? Not bad. But he didn't particularly favour it either.

"Hello, class!! Today, we are going to go over your FAVOURITE topic!! Human reproduction!!"

Nope. Nope. Nooooppppeee..

Taehyung slid out of his chair, trying to creep to the door without being noticed
However, he gasps when his wrist is caught in an iron grip, making him snap his head around as he's pulled back onto his seat without the teacher noticing anything.

His breath hitches.

Before him, he sees a man, slim face with high cheekbones and tan skin that resembled his own, but much, much more flawless, almost glowing as cherry-colored, heart-shaped plump lips stretched into a wicked smirk along his razor-sharp jawline.

Taehyung gulped. Hadn't he seen enough overwhelmingly gorgeous faces that day??

Not to mention, unlike the others, this one had a particularly strange aura about him. One that made the pit of his stomach throb.

"What are you doing?? Are you new as well??"

Taehyung whispers worriedly, as he wondered if the man needed any help.

"Well, you could say that, darling~ Call me Hoseok, Jung Hoseok."

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. He didn't notice, but Hoseok's voice was nothing less that sultry, his very aura oozing the art of seduction. It was crazy how attractive people could be.

"Right...so..can you, maybe...let go of my hand for me, Jung Hoseok??" He says rather uncertainly, wondering why the latter looked so bewildered as soon as he said that.

And yes, indeed the new student was bewildered.

It only took a flirtatious tilt of the head to make anyone swoon, to make anyone fall under his spell, especially his targeted humans, so why??

Why was it to no effect on this one??

Anger rose from within him, betraying the innocuous smile that he forced up convincingly as to not scare this naïve-looking human away.

He liked his meals innocent, which is why he grabbed the boy as soon as the brunette had gotten up to leave, the little one's face flustered and body tensed.

And plus, he hadn't even realised that he'd been holding onto the slim wrist of the boy, something that he'd never ever done before. Holding onto something at his own accord. It was always the other person that did the clinging for him.

But it was weird, because he felt a weird connection between himself and the boy.

A feeling of insecurity and uncertainty, things that he's never felt before, boils up inside of him as he immediately pushes Taehyung's wrist away, snapping away his hand as if he'd been electrocuted...not that it would do much to him, but, you get the idea.

Taehyung blinks a little, confused

"Kim Taehyung!! What are you doing?? Sit down this instant!!"

He flinches at the angered voice of his teacher, and immediately slips down into his seat, a red hue covering his cheeks as he slides down in his chair, as far as he can, wanting to turn invisible.

Whilst most people are aware of when they are being stared at, Kim Taehyung somehow just couldn't sense the feeling.

Which is why he didn't notice the striking man near him, staring at him from the corner of his eye, irises melting into a molten gold as he let his human cover slip momentarily.