Mr. SOURHEART

CHAPTER - 4

"Never mess with bad. And remember, I'm the BAD!" he sneered, his breath sending a shiver down Y/n's spine. With deliberate slowness, he zipped up the back of her dress, the sound echoed in the silent night. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Taehyung's eyes danced with a devilish glint.

"This was just a trailer, so never play these dirty games with me again! Or else-" His voice trailed off ominously as he brought his lips closer to Y/n's ear, his words a mere whisper. "You will be a begging mess and I will show no mercy!" The threat hung heavy in the air, and Taehyung let go of Y/n.

As he made his way towards the washroom, a sudden force pulled him from behind. Y/n had seized him and, locking eyes with him, she fiercely captured his lips in a tumultuous kiss. Her fervor took Taehyung by surprise, and he found himself unable to resist her savage advances. She bit his lips with unrelenting hunger, drawing blood until she finally released him, leaving Taehyung's lips swollen and crimson.

In that moment, Y/n's eyes locked onto his, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she declared, "Never ever forget that I'm the Badass here, understand, Mr. Sourheart?" With an evil smile, she sauntered out of the room, flipping her hair with a taunting air, leaving Taehyung in stunned silence.

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The relentless cascade of water poured over Taehyung, the warm droplets drumming against his skin as he stood motionless under the showerhead, eyes closed. His mind was a tumultuous storm, consumed by the memory of the intense moment with Y/n. Her touch had been electric, her bite fierce yet intoxicating. "It wasn't exactly a kiss; she was just biting hungrily. But why did it feel so good? Why did I- like it and want more?" he gasped, his breath hitching with the realization.

His pulse quickened as the memory replayed in vivid detail, each sensation amplified by the hot water cascading over him. He could almost feel her breath on his skin, the urgency of her touch.

"Shut up, you stupid brain cells!" he snapped, his voice echoing against the tiled walls. With a frustrated huff, he reached out and abruptly turned off the shower, the sudden silence as jarring as his turbulent thoughts. Water still dripped from his hair and face.

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The next day, as Taehyung conducted the class, Y/n sat on a bench near the back, stifling yawns as she tried to stay awake. Her attention waned until she overheard two girls whispering about Taehyung, piquing her curiosity. Intrigued, she leaned in slightly to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Boy, it's totally impossible to control myself when he's in front of me!" one girl exclaimed with a giggle.

Lucy, who was sitting next to Y/n, noticed her distraction and whispered, "What are they talking about?"

Y/n held up a hand to silence her, her focus sharpening on the girls' conversation. "Who can concentrate when it's Professor Kim! He's a God-given gift to us!" one of the girls sighed dreamily.

The words sent a jolt through Y/n, an unexpected surge of irritation rising within her. Unable to contain herself, she suddenly yelled, "SHUT UP!"

The outburst reverberated through the classroom, causing a stir among the students. Heads turned, and whispers spread like wildfire. Taehyung, standing at the front, fixed Y/n with a steely glare, his arms crossed in clear disapproval. "Why is it always you, Ms. Y/n? What's the problem now?" he demanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

Caught off guard, Y/n stammered, trying to find the right words to explain. But Taehyung's patience had worn thin. "Please leave the class," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

An incredulous "What?" escaped Y/n's lips, her shock evident. But Taehyung remained resolute. "Out," he reiterated firmly, pointing towards the door.

With a resigned expression, Y/n began to gather her things, preparing to leave. Just as she turned towards the door, Taehyung's voice cut through the murmurs of the classroom. "Wait a minute, Ms. Y/n," he called out, closing the distance between them with determined strides.

Leaning in, he lowered his voice but ensured it carried enough weight. "Go straight to the library and open a dictionary. Look up the word 'manner,' because it's obvious you don't know the meaning. Understand, Little Ms. Genius?" His devilish smirk spoke volumes, taunting her.

To his surprise, Y/n didn’t respond with her usual fiery retort. Instead, she simply nodded and left the room in silent acquiescence. As the door clicked shut behind her, a ripple of shock and curiosity spread through the class. Taehyung's mind whirled with confusion.

"Strange! She said nothing! I thought she would protest. Is she okay?"

Taehyung's gaze lingering on the door for a moment before he resumed his lecture, trying to push the incident from his mind.

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Y/n sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the library, finding comfort in the quiet embrace of the books. She stood before the bookshelf, the weight of her inner turmoil pressing down on her, oblivious to Taehyung’s presence until his voice broke through her thoughts.

"Looking for the dictionary?" he asked, his tone casual yet pointed.

Startled, Y/n turned to face him, her guarded expression betraying none of her inner conflict. "What are you doing here?" she asked cautiously.

Taehyung's smile was disarming as he replied, "It's good to see you're following my suggestion."

Y/n bristled at the insinuation, quickly asserting, "I was going to the library anyway, it's not because of you."

Taehyung chuckled, his demeanor relaxed and teasing. "Is that so?"

Y/n took a step back, but found herself blocked by the shelf behind her. Taehyung advanced, pressing her against the books and trapping her with his hands. "M-Mr. Kim! It's a library!" she stammered, her eyes wide with astonishment and disbelief.

Taehyung’s whisper was barely above a breath as he intently declared, "Do I look like I care?"

Y/n’s protests fell from her lips as she struggled against the unexpected intrusion. "Let me go!" she pleaded.

Taehyung’s imposing figure loomed over her, his presence overwhelming. "What happened to the brave 'BADASS' Y/n from last night?" he taunted, an enigmatic smirk playing on his lips. "The one who tried to seduce me and kissed me wildly?"

"I—I was just angry! And that was not a kiss!" Y/n stammered.

Leaning in closer, Taehyung’s voice dropped to a low, provocative murmur. "What about in class? I know those girls were talking about me. Were you jealous?"

His knowing smile hinted at a challenge. "Excuse me! You are wrong! Now get off me!" Y/n strained against his hold, her voice trembling with frustration and defiance.

But Taehyung's grip remained unyielding, his gaze locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that left her breathless. The library’s quiet seemed to amplify the tension between them, each moment stretching into an eternity as Y/n grappled with her conflicting emotions.