coercion ↳ kth

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"do it," he said, "i dare you."

i only gave him a glare. his deep voice was intimidating, i'll admit, but i couldn't let him win this one.

"i ain't got all day, prissy."

i groaned. oh, how i'd love to smack that perfect face. he was smirking, i could hear it in his voice.

i stared at the spray can in my hand, the freshly painted wall in front of me. he shuffled behind me, he was impatient.

"shut the hell up, taehyung," i muttered. i positioned the can to the wall, my finger on the nozzle, yet i couldn't force myself to press it.

he chuckled, "i guess you're not who i thought you were, koko," then, he said those words that pulled at my nerves, "you're weak. as expected from a girl."

"fuck you."

with that, i sprayed the wall. for a minute, the endless sound of the paint rushing out of the can was the only thing i could hear in the silent school yard.

it was dark. that meant i could barely see what i was painting meaning i had little to no control of what the students and teachers would see in the morning.

that, admittedly, made me feel uncomfortable. but that dumbass, taehyung, was forcing me to do it. he had authority over me, and he knew it. why? let's say he knew things about me that i wanted to forget.

"let's go, babe," i heard behind just as the paint ran out. i scoffed and threw the can to the side. i turned to face him quickly, flicking my hair from my face.

there he was, leaning against the fence, smug grin. his gaze punctured holes in me with those narrowed eyes.

i only gave him yet another glare, walking past him with a scoff. i heard him running up to me, but i paid him no source of attention. he was dead to me.

"what's wrong, koko?" he acted innocent. i felt his arm slowly snaking around my shoulders. this boy.

"you're an asshole," i shook his arm off, "give me your jacket, i'm cold."

i never spared him a gaze, yet i heard a layer come off him and i felt his leather jacket on my shoulders. my shoulders dropped slightly from the sudden weight.

"welcome," he muttered after a few moments. i ignored him.

it was so dark outside, made me wonder why was i even there? oh yeah. i was at home peacefully sleeping, yet a boy decided to bother me tonight. making me sneak out of my house at midnight, saying he'd tell the whole school my secret. having me do his dirty work for him.

"i hate your guts," i simply stated, thinking back on that reminded me why i was mad at him.

"c'mon, koko," he grabbed my shoulders suddenly, using his strength to turn my body against my control, "drop the grudge."

his body towered a few inches above me. i kept my eyes on his chest, i swear i could see him shivering. he was only wearing a thin v neck.

"look at me," i showed no sign of movement, "goddamnit, koko. look at me."

he used his hand to tilt my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his. damn, why was he so attractive.

"what?" i rolled my eyes, making sure he knew how irritated i was.

"why don't you like me?"

i let out a laugh, was he seriously asking me this?

"why do you think, taehyung?" i answered, "you're using me to do your dirty work, you son of a bitch."

i saw something flash in his eyes. it made me shrink back slightly, he looked angry. i swear, it looked like he was about to snap, maybe even hit me. he had that vibe.

"bad girl," he muttered, his hand coming up. i slightly flinched. he was the abusive type, all his previous girlfriends had dumped him for that reason. yet most of the girls in the school still chased after him.

his hand was still up in the air, making me wonder where he would hit me. i shut my eyes and waited for the impact, yet all I felt were warm lips cover mine. my lips trembled slightly, he had caught me off guard.

"taehyung," i groaned into his mouth, only making him pull me closer. i struggled against him, my hands pushing at his chest.

it felt good, really good. he had a sweet taste and his lips were soft, moving perfectly against mine. he was gorgeous, jaw dropping gorgeous.

yet i still felt sick to my stomach.

i kept pushing at his chest but his strong arms were holding me too tight. i didn't hesitate to jab my heel into his foot, i heard him groan.

he was like a war bunker, not easily broken. how would i rid of him? i thought, immediately my mind went to the only place he'd surely feel pain.

without hesitation, i kneed him straight on, he immediately let go of me and doubled over.

"shit," he exclaimed as his hands rested on his knees.

"fuck you. don't ever talk to me," i stumbled back, making sure there was a good distance between us, "don't come near me ever again, i swear i'll kill you. leave me alone."

he looked up at me. his lips had traces of my lipstick, "koko..."

"go to hell, taehyung," i gave him a final glare before i turned and began walking down the dark street.

"bitch!" a good distance away, i could hear him, "you're done. soon enough, the whole school, fuck it, the whole country will know your secrets."

i stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking to my stomach in the realization. i should have seen this coming.

though i suddenly felt in panic, i forced myself to keep walking, holding back the urge to cry.

before i turned the corner, i heard one last word come from his mouth, "slut!"

taehyung was right. i was done. so done.

turning the street corner, the atmosphere immediately felt calmer, now being away from him. i felt at ease since i doubted he'd come after me. if he did, he'd kill me.

my house was visible from where i was, it looked so dark, i shivered in the cold weather. as soon as i wrapped my arms around myself, i felt taehyung's leather jacket still hanging off my shoulders. as much as i hated him, i hated the cold more. i decided to ignore the fact that i was wearing his clothes.

"i'm done," i muttered as i unlocked the fence, sneaking into the gloominess of my yard. my bedroom window was still wide open, perfect.

with quiet movements, i slowly climbed the overgrown tree to my window.

i landed a bit harshly on my floor after my foot got caught in a branch, making me shush my surroundings although i had been the one to cause the ruckus.

"i hate life," with those encouraging words, i plopped into bed hugging taehyung's jacket in my arms. i could smell his scent, which was very alluring.

my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up.

answer me

min soo.

koko! answer my fucking texts, you've got me worried!

after a dozen or two texts from her, i sighed and typed a few words that made my nerves return.

he spilled

{ a.n

book two! although these books are in the same series, they might not necessarily

mesh storylines.

}