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"I can't believe you did that, yesterday." She complained to Jimin as they walked to school together.

"You should know that you're going to have to earn these things."

"Well you didn't have to get me all eager just to do that."

Jimin nuzzled his nose into Yani's hair, smiling into it. "I'll make it up to you."

"Whatever. We can't enter the school at the same time." She stopped their movements in front of the building.

"Why?" He was genuinely confused.

Yani looked down, ashamed of herself. "People are talking."

"Let them."

"I don't like that kind of attention. I don't like being associated with you."

"What are they saying? That you're my girl?"

She wished it was that rather, however it was that she was the resident jezabel for the new year. "No. That I'm your play thing."

Jimin thought for a while before nodding reluctantly. He clenched his jaw and looked to the sky. People needed to mind their own business. "Fine. Go first." He bit out, gesturing for her to walk on.

Yani nodded in thanks and started skipping to the big doors but not before she felt a hard slap against her ass. "Aish!" She turned around to snarl at the culprit, his smirk only angering her more.

"You're supposed to start counting."

She growled at him in annoyance before entering and heading towards her locker. Students were already scattered around the hall, having their own little chats but a few groups had changed the topic to the girl who had just entered. A few whispers suggested she was Jimin's pet, which made her go ape shit. I am not his pet.

Just as she was opening her locker, the man of her nightmares made an appearance. It was no secret that Park Jimin was popular—especially with the ladies— in the school, but he also had this presence that demanded attention wherever he went. You could feel his cockiness radiating off of him, but a certain mysteriousness to him piqued intrigue in almost anyone who was within his vicinity. "야!" He shouted, catching the whole student body's attention.

Yani widened her eyes at him in an attempt to stop whatever his plan was.

"Yani, come here!" She froze, wondering what he ate that made him go crazy. Her head shook voraciously before she took note of his glare and tight lips. Feeling small, she walked to stand beside the doll-like man, looking at her feet.

"He owns her." A voice whispered only enough for a few people to hear—including Jimin and Yani.

"You're right. I do own her. She is mine." Jimin spoke each word with a vigor that made Yani fearful of his hidden agenda. "Which means, you do not speak things about her that discredit her name. Because if you mess with her, you mess with me. Stop the rumours, or come face me."

Just like that, everything shifted. Everyone could feel Jimin's frustration and felt it would be best to hush around him. Yani was clueless as to how he had this power to control the way things happened. Even with teachers, they were all wrapped around his finger.

"You're coming with me after school, today." He whispered in her ear while they were in Maths.

"No, I'm not."

"It wasn't a request. I'm telling you."

"No." Yani made it a point to widen her eyes and cock her neck with just the right amount of defiance.

"So help me God, Yani..." He discreetly grabbed her hair, pulling her head backward until her neck was exposed to him. "I will drag you by these braids and trust me, I will enjoy it." His voice went shaky at the end from imagining the fulfillment that would give him. With a firm voice, he made it clear, "You're coming with me after school."

Yani did nothing but gulp, her heart beating faster because the mood shift was all so sudden. "Yes, sir."

He smirked. She gasped.

"That just slipped out." She tired defending herself but to no avail, Jimin was already aroused.

"Of course, it did. Much like how I'm gonna be when you're tied up beneath me."

Her mouth dropped open from shock, speechless at the audacity of him.

"Close that mouth, you won't be able to take what I will give you."

"Park Jimin and Yaniswa Mkhize!" The teacher shouted at them, sending them outside to miss the lesson when Yani started pleading profusely.

"Please, Mrs Choi, don't do this! I'm so sorry! I'll pay attention!"

She was having none of it, and the two were sent outside. With a bitter bite, Yani cursed Jimin out while he stood there getting angrier by the second. "Who do you think you are talking to?"

He gripped her waist, pulling her closer. "Do you enjoy this?"

"Very much so." His lips were at her neck in a second, laying soft kisses just to tease her and shut her up. "Don't make a sound."

In an instant, he was holding her up by the knees. Her legs instinctively hooked around his waist to avoid falling. "Put me down, Ji—min!" His teeth had bitten her flesh a little too hard, making her yelp.

"No talking."

"Bu—" She was cut off by his lips on hers, forgetting her words as their mouths molded into each other.

"You don't know how to shut up, Yani." He rubbed his thumb across her lips, eyes admiring how well-shaped they were. "I'm gonna have to teach you discipline."

"You're not gonna teach me anything."

Jimin's hand gripped her jaw softly but firmly, squishing her cheeks a little. "Look at you. Putty in my hands and unable to do anything about it. And I'm sure you like it to. Maybe that's why you like arguing with me, to see me lose my composure. I'm never going to let you go because you somehow get me the pleasure none of these girls are willing to give me."

"Jimi—"

"Shh. I'll put that mouth to better use."