Doll - TaehyungxBTS

XI

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It was almost infuriating how well these men had seemed to integrate into Taehyung's life. Take his art history class, for example, Namjoon practically had Taehyung's classmates eating out of the palm of his hand. And he wasn't even teaching art history!

Instead, the man was casually leaning against his desk as he told the class about his vacations across Europe and what it was like seeing all of the art exhibits. Taehyung's pencil snapped in his hand. He was paying tuition to listen to this bullshit.

Namjoon smirked at Taehyung's reaction, satisfied at the effect he was having on Taehyung. "I'm afraid that I'll have to end our class a bit early today," Namjoon said, a chorus of disappointment coming from the room. "I've posted the grades for your most recent papers, stop by my office if you have any questions about your grades. Dismissed."

Taehyung went to check his grade as everyone else began filing out of the classroom, and many of the girls in his class went up to talk to Namjoon. Despite all of his absences, Taehyung thought he did well on his paper, having put in extra time for research and getting it peer-reviewed, he felt he at least deserved an A-

"What the fuck?" Taehyung muttered to himself, astonished at the grade in front of him.

69/100

What reverse nepotism was going on here?

"Mr. Kim!" Taehyung called out angrily as Namjoon gathered his things to leave.

"Taehyung-ah," Namjoon said with a cocky smile on his face. "What might I assist you with?"

Taehyung stormed up to him and shoved his phone in his face. "What is this? What bullshit grading scale are you using? Are you even qualified to teach this course?"

Namjoon gently wrapped his fingers around Taehyungs wrist, moving his phone to the side so he could get a better look at his face. "If this is about your grade then I'm afraid we'll have to have this discussion in my personal office. Another class needs the room and all."

Taehyung wanted to call bullshit, knowing that Namjoon just wanted to get him in a private space. But he was willing to play along with whatever the gangster's game may be. "Fine," Taehyung grumbled, following Namjoon out of the room. 

"Now how might I help you Taehyung-ah?" Namjoon asked sweetly as he sat across 

Taehyung crossed his arms. "I want to talk about my grade. You gave me a 69." he said, annoyed.

"Ah yes," Namjoon began. "Your paper was not too bad, aside from some minor errors, of course. Part of your grade would have to be due to your class participation. You've stacked up plenty of absences, the most in the class if I am correct."

"That's not fair!" Taehyung's nostrils flared. "I wasn't absent by choice! You know that! You were the reason!" His only absences in this class were in fact due to a certain kidnapping situation.

Namjoon walked around his desk until he stood in front of Taehyung, looking down at him. "Ah yes, and that's precisely what I wanted to talk to you about; your time with us."

"So you failed me just to get me to talk to you?" he was getting beyond angry now.

Namjoon tsked, shaking his head. "Now, Taehyung-ah. That would be crazy,"

You are crazy. Taehyung thought to himself, but bit his tongue. 

Namjoon leaned forward so that one hand was on each armrest, now close enough that Taehyung could smell his cologne. His heart began beating fast in his chest, and he hated how Namjoon had that power over him, but he couldn't stop himself from flushing at the thought of what Namjoon would do next.