Beyond The Surface ( Taehyung FF)

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YN POV.

Yn's badroom.

I lay on my bed, trying to sleep, but my eyes refused to cooperate. I tossed and turned, changing positions from left to right, my mind consumed by the library incident. Taehyung's face haunted me - the way he pulled me close, his lips inches from mine. I had never been that close to a boy before.

Sitting up in bed, frustration etched on my face. "He just touched me inappropriately and I just let him do whatever he was doing!!! AAAAAAAA.....AAAAA!!" I shouted, forgetting that my mom's room was next door.

"Why am I like this?! I SHOULD PUNCH HIM RIGHT ON HIS FACE!!! AAA..."

"Door knock sound".

Mrs. Min: "YN, WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING LIKE A WITCH AT NIGHT?!"

I covered my face, mortified. "Oh no, my mom... Ashh, why my life is like this?" I took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Mrs. Min: "OPEN THE DOOR, YN..."

I opened the door, forcing a nervous smile onto my face.

YN: "Hehehe, good morning, Mom..."

Mrs. Min: "It's night, not morning. And why did you shout a few minutes ago?" She folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow.

YN: "I-I was watching a horrible movie... yes, a horrible movie."

Mrs. Min: "Is that so?"

YN: "Y-yes, Mom."

Mrs. Min: "Okay, go to sleep now. It's already 1:30 AM. And let me warn you, if I hear you shouting again, I'll snatch your laptop and phone from you."

She walked away, leaving me feeling relieved.

I let out a deep sigh, closed the door, and trudged back to my bed, flopping down onto the mattress. It was all because of that jerk, Taehyung. He had that picture, the one that looked like we were kissing. Okay, fine, it wasn't a real kiss, but still...

There was only one solution now. I would do his assignments, and then I'd tell him to delete those pictures. And once he did, I'd give him the assignment... along with a special gift. A powerful punch, right to his face. I smirked evilly, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the thought of getting revenge.

"Arrogant jerk!" I muttered under my breath, still seething with anger and frustration. Taehyung's smug face flashed in my mind, and I clenched my fists, already imagining the satisfaction of landing that punch.

Skip time on Monday.

I sat in the library, waiting for Taehyung to arrive. He had told me to meet him here to give him his assignment, and I suspected it was because he didn't want anyone to know that I was doing his work.

"Reputation," I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes.

"Reputation?" a deep voice echoed behind me.

I turned around to see Taehyung standing there, a questioning look on his face.

"Why are you talking to yourself?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I forced an awkward smile. "Haahaa, nothing."

Taehyung's gaze lingered on me for a moment before he spoke again. "Give me the assignment."

YN: "No, first you delete those pictures, then I'll give you."

Taehyung took two steps closer to me, a smirk spreading across his face. "Being impatient, are we, sweetheart?"

I steeled myself, refusing to back down. No, YN, don't be scared of him. Be brave. You can do it. Fighting!