teach me love. || knj

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In the evening, Taehyung had forced you to go play games with him, Jimin and Jungkook. There was a room in the basement of the hotel that reminded you of a very small arcade. You noticed a lot of old games, pac man, centipede and space invaders to name some. Jimin and Jungkook didn't take long to beat the old highscores, setting new ones with ease.

You and Tae were playing a round of air hockey against each other. You were about to win, just as Mr. Kim entered the room. He smiled when he saw you having fun with your classmates for once, but that smile faded rather fast as he saw, who you were with.

After a bit of thinking, he decided to do something against that.

Putting on a smile, he walked over to the hockey table. "Mr. Kim!", Taehyung greeted his teacher happily. "You should play a round against Y/N-ah! SHe's so good at it!". Namjoon just smirked. Exactly what he wanted. He almost felt sorry for not liking the playful, lovable boy. But he didn't want him to steal you.

"Okay I'm down for one round.", your teacher looked at you playfully. "But I think we should set some stakes.", his eyes were almost as teasing as his smirk. "The winner buys number 39 fron the menu card. It's a drink. And the looser has to drink it~".

You shrugged. What should go wrong?

After a bit of playing, you knew why he was so confident: He was a pro.

You had practically no chance against him and his long ass arms.

He beat you in no time.

_

"You don't have to, Y/N.", Mr. Kim calmed you. You stared at the green liquid in the class, a strong smell of alcohol coming from it. "I want to. We made a bet.", you said, trying to be confident. "What exactly is that?", you asked. Your teacher chuckled. "Honestly? I think they just mixed everything together.".

Wow.

Was he even allowed to do that? Of course not. But you knew that he didn't mean to harm you in any way.

Closing your eyes, you quickly drank what was in the glass. It tasted weird. Bitter. And very strong.

Namjoon was impressed. He didn't expect you to drink it all at once.

And of course that wasn't quite healthy.

After a bit of him worrying and you getting very silent, your started to feel dizzy and let yourself fall against him.
At first he was a bit overwhelmed, but then he gently lifted you up into his arms.

You in return, pressed your head into the warm chest. Trying to stay undiscovered, Namjoon hurried into your room. He found the key in your pocket, feeling a little awkward to touch you like this.

When he wanted to place you in the bed and go into his own room, you did something he didn't expect: You clinged to him.

"Y/N...you need to let go of me...", he whispered softly.
But no movement. You arms were wrapped around his neck tightly.
"No...", you hummed. Namjoon chuckled to himself. You were too cute. Carefully, he reached back and pulled your hands away from him slowly.

With some protest you let him tuck you in the bed, falling asleep very soon.

Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed, feeling bad. Could he just leave you alone? What if you had to throw up? Being unsure, he looked you over. He definetly liked your sleeping form.

But he couldn't stay in your room. That would be insane. He'd definetly loose his job. And then he'd have to go back to Korea and he would never be able to see you again.

Also it would probably scare you to wake up next to your teacher.

He couldn't risk these things.

Relucantly he got up. "Sleep well...", he mumbled before leaving your room.

_

The mext morning you woke up from a strong headache.
On youe blanket, you found a strand of pale blonde hair. That could only belong to one man.

A fond smile appeared on your face. So he even took you to bed?
Your memory from last night wasn't really there.

However, the  smile faded really fast since you started to feel very nauseous and soon, you had to throw up.

"Fuck.", you whispered to yourself as it, to make it all, knocked on the door. Quickly wiping your mouth, you rushed to open.

"Good morning, Y/N.", Taehyung smiled. "I wanted to see if you're okay...you know..after yesterday.", he fumbled with his ffingers. "I saw what he bought for you, so I worried.."

You had to chuckle a bit. It was nice to know that he cared about you. "Thank you. Yes, I'm okay. I just have a bad headache and-", you cut yourself off and hurried back to the toilet - to throw up again.

Taehyung followed you and gently pulled your hair back.
With his free hand, he massaged your neck carefully. "Relax...", you could hear his soothing voice next to your ear. You just nodded.

Taehyung looked around a little helpless. He felt sorry for you.

You felt his hand move from your neck to your cheek, stroking it. "Poor thing..", he mumbled.

"I-it's fine...", you managed to get out. "Y-you have to leave, Tae...Mrs. Miller wakes everyone up...she'll be here soon."

"Okay.", the boy smiled again. He gave you a small hug as you held the door open for him. "See you at breakfast?", you asked.

"Gotcha. See you~"

[A/N] Da cutie Tae. Vote, comment and share~