A BTS FF. You are the new kid in town and school just got interesting. Right from the first time you walk into your classroom, seven boys interrupt your life turning it for the better and for the worst.
What's going to happen to you this year? What...
A voice from behind calls me. "(Y/N), I'm right here". I look back to see Taehyung shutting the door.
"Taehyung, what are you doing?" My brain sets off a little alert.
Taehyung's smirk grows. "Aren't we celebrating? This is my way of congratulating you".
"Tae, I don't like this," I step backwards in slight fear.
He flashes a sinister smirk. "Oh really?". He bits his lip, scanning my body in complete lust.
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"I don't want to... I wasn't in the right mind set. After all, it's a Monday. Mondays are the worst for me. You get all settled then have to come back to school with all the homework finished. Plus, I just use my judo move again".
"So it was a mistake?" He grits his teeth and squeezes his knuckles, looking at the ground with malicious intent.
I quickly wave my hands, signalling a 'no'. "No, that's not what I meant. I felt like I had no control over my body at the time," I try to explain.
Taehyung glares into my eyes, trying to tear my soul apart. "That's what a mistake is," he cocks his head to the side with very noticeable rage.
My brain went in over panic mode. "No, it's not. I also had the ability to stop in the beginning but, I didn't. I wanted you and your perfect body. But, I realised that I couldn't and won't because of reasons". I gesture to all of Him.
I am strong enough to defend for myself and have been in countless situations worse than this one but his gaze is not like any gaze I've seen. The only other time I've seen that look was when I was little and was scared for life. Still can't get that image out of my head.
He walks forward to me. His eyes changing to a lost puppy. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. At all," bringing me into a gentle hug.
I'm sorry. I just can't help it, when I'm around you. "Taehyung, it's fine. I was like that too. It's all my fault, I'm sorry. I don't know how I can make it up to you".
I'm sorry too. But, it's the War of Hormones in my body right now. I can't control them. Taehyung pushes me onto the bed, making me feel powerless against him. "What Are You Doing?!"
"As I said before, I can't help it". With one pull, Taehyung takes off his shirt, revealing his perfect body. His skin a glowing light golden colour. He kneels on the bed on top of me. He bends down capturing my lips then moving down my neck.
When I look up at Tae, I can't move. Seeing his body over mine, freezes me. I struggle to free myself from this prison of wanting. This is a living hell. What the fuck Tae?! Why are you doing this? This doesn't feel right. Now that I can think clearly, this doesn't feel right. I moan when Tae kisses my collar bone. He's getting what he wants.
"Tae... Hyung ss stop it". My voice is quiet. Barely audible, but loud enough for Him to hear me.
"What's wrong? I thought you wanted this," he whispers in my ear.
His breath hitting my ear makes me feel strange. And not in a good way. "Now that I can think clearly, this isn't right. This is not what I want".
"You mean if "Hobi" found out?" He spits out bitterly. "Don't worry he won't. I'll make sure of that," he goes back to kissing my neck again.
"I need to tell you something but, first, I need to put my shirt back on," I push his chest away from me.
Wait a minute! When I took my shirt off?! I don't remember taking off my shirt, let alone Taehyung's.
Taehyung sighs, "Fine". He sits up and we both put our clothes back on. Well, shirts.
"It's regarding Hoseok," I say without looking him into the eyes.
"What about him?" He sounds uncomfortable whenever I say his name. Like it's a taboo word for him.
"I like you Taehyung, I really do. It's just..." I trail off.
"It's just what?"
"I only see you as a friend and..." I trail off again struggling to get the words out.
"And what?" He asks a little annoyed at my behaviour.
I gulp, before saying, "I-I... I like Hoseok".
To Be Continued....
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