Stigma | KTH ✔

09 | Assignment

A/N: i'm in the middle of some exam stuff and i've had a terrible writers-block so updates may come up once a week or even less from now on. But this part was fun to write so i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i wrote it! ^.^

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The unbearable, annoying screeching of my alarm going off at ten causes me to release a groan in exasperation as I turn around in bed, trying to ignore the noise. The absolutely last thing I wanted to do right now was to leave my warm bed and spend the whole day studying with Taehyung. Flashbacks from yesterday's party immediately kicked in at the thought of him, making me relive the stressful, confusing yet exciting events that occured.

Shivers.

After contemplating whether I should hurl myself out of the window or not, I decide to finally peel my eyelids open and drag my unusually heavy self to the bathroom. Standing face-to-face with the mirror, I find myself staring emptily at my reflection as I let my fingers carefully glide over the sore, deep red and purple skin where he had marked me. I wince slightly at the touch.

Holy shit. That was not going to be covered easily.

I exhale loudly through my nose in effort to constrain myself from smashing my fist into the mirror out of rage.

That damn Taehyung. Was this really necessary? Idiot.

I don't think my very best concealer can even reduce the vivid colours tattooed on my neck. My dad is definitely going to kill me if he sees this. He would probably kill Taehyung first. And then me.

This kid. How he managed to turn my whole life upside down in only a week is a concept I will never be able to grasp. I begin to doubt that I will even have the privilege to keep my sanity until graduation.

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To my astonishment, he actually kept his word and arrived at eleven am sharp. Luckily I was ready just in time and quickly bid my goodbyes to my parents before exiting the house. Taehyung is leaning against his car, watching me approach him with unenthusiastic steps. He smirks slightly before opening the door for me.

"Morning, sleeping ugly." Taehyung greets me as I climb inside the car. I roll my eyes at his unhelpful comment, but snicker mentally because it was actually quite fitting since I didn't bother to conceal the dark circles underneath my eyes.

"Sleeping beauty can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, because she was forced to wake up early in order to study on a Saturday by the great prince Douchebag- oh wait you're not a prince."

Taehyung's soft laugh booms inside the car, indicating that he understood the reference from a certain song. New observation made: he listens to Taylor Swift.

"Are you ready for an all-studying day then?" I ask when the car starts rolling.

"The question is, are you ready to do all the work while I go back to bed?"

My mouth falls open. The hell did he just say?

"What the hell is the point with studying together if you're just going to let me do everything by myself anyway?" I exclaim, the frustration in my voice evident.