For two weeks he's been constantly near me or teasing me. I hate it, all of it. When he touches me, I get all tingly and I feel like my body is on fire, and all I've yearned for was his lips. Goddamn, I just want to hit him, but at the same time I want him to hold me down, kiss me with those plump, red lips and nibble on my bottom lip until it's bruised and tingling with soreness. Yet, he won't. We haven't kissed since our first encounter and it's driving me mad. He's always watching me and undressing me with his eyes, and touching me intimately. I want to scream at him to stop, but I also want to yell at him to continue and give me more. Everyday I'm left a heaving and breathless mess and watch as he acts as if nothing happened. My dreams are filled with our combined moans and gasps, and I always wake up with a hard on because of him. I shake my head, pushing open the school door and walking to my locker. I sigh and open it, throwing my backpack in and grabbing the essentials. Suddenly, someone jumps on my back and from the giggle, I know exactly who it is.
"Jimin, get off." I laugh. He wiggles off and wraps me in a tight hug.
"Kookie, you've been spaced out recently, are you okay?" he questions. I nod and he squints his eyes, but shrugs and throws his arm around me as he walks me to my class. We carry on a conversation about his long time crush, Min Yoongi. He goes on to tell me about how they talk now and how much he just wants to be under him. I roll my eyes but laugh nonetheless. As we near the classroom, I happen to look over and what I see not only angers me, but hurts me as well. Taehyung has a girl pinned up against a locker and she looks like she's about to burst right then and there. I watch as he kisses her cheek and pulls away slowly to see her reaction. I hold down a sob that cracks in my throat, so I cover it up with a cough. The both of them look over and he doesn't even look fazed, only smirks and pushes himself off of her before walking my way. I quickly look away and push Jimin along with me into the said classroom and make sure he sits next to me. "You know I don't have first block with you, right?" he asks slowly and I nod.
"Duh, just.. stay for a minute, please?" I beg and he looks at me weirdly before continuing our conversation from before. I notice Taehyung isn't in the room yet, so I take this as an opportunity to scoot close to Jimin.
"Wha-" he begins to question but I cut him off.
"Just flirt with me and stay close." I whisper. He shrugs yet again and gives me puppy eyes before continuously touching me. Taehyung walks in the room with the same girl from before, only she was clinging onto him. I clench my fists, but turn back to Jimin and immediately flirt back. I laugh loudly and soon feel his gaze on me, burning a hole in my head if possible. I try not to smirk and let him know my intentions, so I lean in close to Jimin as if I were going to kiss him and smile brightly, ignoring the screaming in my head. That's not even my scream. Anger courses through me and it's definitely not mine. It's scorching and I gasp and pat myself down, ignoring Jimin's worried look as I look over at Taehyung. His fists are balled up tightly and he's staring right at me, red swirling in his eyes and I can practically see and feel the anger as it comes off in waves. The girl next to him tugs on his arm, trying so desperately to get his attention, but he doesn't budge and continues to watch me. She pouts and whines, trudging over to her friends. I want to smile, but I'm honestly scared. I look back at Jimin to tell him to leave, but I feel hotter as I try to speak. I almost whimper at the feeling.
"Leave." a deep, raspy and demanding voice says. Taehyung. I look up, and there he is, looming over me and staring heatedly at Jimin. He jumps up, yelling 'bye' and Taehyung grips my forearm, dragging me out of the classroom.
"Where are we going?" I question as I follow him, not willingly though. His hand feels like fire itself and I want to scream as it seems to burn me, without actually burning me of course. Weird. I shake off the feeling and focus back on where we were headed. No longer within the school, but in his car and speeding down the highway. His grip only tightens on my arm and I wince, daring to look at him. His other hand is wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as he continues to drive. Where we end up, isn't just a home, but a somewhat mansion. I stare in awe, but snap out of it as he swings open the car door and drags me out before slamming it shut. I am scared now and literally wanting to cry, but another part of me feels excited knowing that I have his attention and for what is bound to happen.
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