(DISCONTINUED) M | Bangtan

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"Take your clothes off," the boy said with a smirk playing on his lips.

M's eyebrows furrowed in disgust and stepped back two steps away from the strange boy who happened to be someone she knows. Nobody knew that this type of words could come out of his mouth; nobody really would expect that he would say that to a girl.

Especially to M.

"Do you know who I am?" She asked and pointed to herself, "My name is M," she introduced herself, though she found it weird that she felt the need to remind the strange boy who she was, and the way he should react when he knew he was going to upset her.

But he didn't reply as well, instead he held her on the wrist and dragged her into a dark alley between two buildings and pushed her against the wall. He also brought his phone out,opened its flashlight and illuminated it on M's face, whose eyes squinted at the sudden brightness.

He then lowered his phone down and laid his hands on the first few buttons of M's blouse. Surprised by his sudden actions, she immediately pushed his hands away from her and shouted, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Their gazes met once again.

"I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, M. I just need to check something, I swear, trust me," The sincerity that laced around his deep voice gave M shivers. She didn't know if he was trustworthy or not, she saw him as that noisy boy who always spoke his mind at the back of her classroom.

But after exchanging looks with him, she looked through his eyes and saw the familiarity in them that she couldn't explain. The tingling sense of deja vu made her give in afterwards, because she knew how to defend herself anyway and she could use that skill just in case things get out of hand.

He was one of the few who dared to lay a finger on her soft skin.

"Make it quick," M snarled at him, ready to defend herself. After that, he steadily landed his hands on her first three buttons again and gently swept off the strands of her hair, giving him way to undo her buttons. M just stood there with her cheeks flushed and she didn't know what she should expect that moment.

After finishing his job he moved away part of her clothes that obscured her collarbone and revealed a big patch of M's skin. The boy then hovered the light of his phone over the area he needed to see. There he saw the same kind of writing she saw on his skin too, the numbers wrote something slightly different.

'96052801'

He knitted his eyebrows at the sight of the numbers too, while M just stood back and lightly shuddered in nervousness. Her breath hitched and she gathered up and senses to push Taehyung away forcefully. She crossed her arms across her chest.

"What was that?" She hissed with an infuriated scowl, "Fucking pervert."

"When did you get that? It looks like a permanent tattoo," Again, the boy pulled a question out of nowhere instead of answering her question, causing random thoughts to roam around M's head saying that he's probably just a weirdo or something.

She knew that a particular someone from the past had engraved the numbers near her collarbone, back when she was young and vulnerable. She remembered the vivid feeling of the needle piercing through her milky skin repeatedly at the age of six when she was kidnapped and had her childhood and family robbed off from her.

But she chose to lie to cover up for it.

Nobody should know.

"Why the fuck do you care? It's not that I'm donating blood or anything; I got it for myself. I thought it was pretty and meaningful so I forced my mother to let me have it," M folded her arms across her chest and lifted her chin up. She couldn't let her dignity drop just because of her horrible past.

In fact, everyone saw her as someone who had the best of everything. But she liked the pressure of being the empress, she liked how everyone remained as her subjects, and everyone knew how to obey.

"Meaningful? What's meaningful about a bunch of nonsensical numbers as your tattoo?" He chuckled and closed the distance between the two of them, plopping his palms on either sides of M, trapping her in between him in process.

"Stop fucking with me, Sae, I know your name. It will never be M, but why? You don't have a mother anymore, and I know that you're struggling to live life as it is now. You were one of those people, I know," M's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open.

Her name almost completely slipped out of his mouth like it was nothing, and it was something she couldn't approve of. Nobody dared to say her name out loud, nobody ever made her know that they knew her name, just.. nobody. Even when they knew they would force themselves to forget her name.

His brown eyes made contact with M once again. Trapped in his wrath, she couldn't help but panic. Because she remembered the same man who abducted her when she was young; she saw it in his eyes.

Specifically, V's eyes. The boy whose real name everyone refused to say, along with the mysterious tattoo and a past that's willing to be discovered.