TaeHyung's POV
I had just finished untying Y/N, leaving her to bathe.
She was silent as I did so, eyes closed tightly due to the fact she was blushing like a tomato. The thought of her father's death sped through my head, at the speed of lightning, sure to block out all other thoughts. So I could only think about the death. I suddenly had an idea. I was going to spice up the concert tonight with something she loves...
Y/N's POV
I yawned as I climbed out of the tub, drying myself off before setting a robe over my shoulders. I stepped into my room to find Kookie and Tae sitting on my bed, melted into a game on the Xbox. I quickly noticed what it was, as it was one of my favourite games, "Call of Duty: Black Ops 4". They were battling to the death, guns firing through my room. I slipped over the back of my bed, sure not to bother them, sliding my dresser drawer open. I pulled out black, ripped jeans and a black T-Shirt. I then slipped back over the bed, grabbing boots. (They've got heels to them.)
Walking back into the bathroom, I slipped the shirt on, pulled the pants up, put the boots on, and finished the look with a black, leather belt. I walked from the bathroom and instantly got the boys' attention from the game. JungKook whistled like a little school boy, which made my cheeks flush red. He then laughed at my reaction, but I just flicked his forehead.
"Ow... bitch..." He grumbled.
"Fowl language deserves another!" I scolded jokingly, flicking his nose that time.
"Jeez. Tae likes a bully!" He giggled.
"JUNGKOOK YOU IDIOT!" Tae screamed, flopping on top of the younger. He gave the boy numerous soft punches. But still rough enough to hurt. (I died writing this part. "Rough." Lol. IM DIRTY MINDED OKAY!?)
Kookie was shouting lines of curse words at his Hyung, kicking and fighting back.
"SHE ALREADY KNEEEEW!" He cried loudly, screeching for help. Tae ignored his words, seemingly getting angrier.
"BECAUSE. YOU. TOLD. HEEEERRRR!" He screeched in reply.
"I MAY HAVE BUT STAHP HITTING MY FACEU!" Kookie shouted again.
"BOTH OF YOU CHILDREN STOP!" I shouted, grabbing Tae by the ear, tugging him off of panting, sweaty, and beaten Kookie. Tae kept repeating "ow" as I pulled him over to the couch under the TV. I then threw him down there, hurrying back to be sure he didn't actually murder Kookie in his fit of childish rage. Kook seemed dazed, staring at the ceiling like god had just spoke to him. Which he most likely did, telling him to wake the hell up. I snapped in front of his eyes which broke his dazed phase. He screamed words of gratefulness, clinging to my torso. He ended up knocking me over, falling off of the bed and onto me. Thank god that his hands caught him, otherwise his lips would've. On mine. (As in kiss Y/N.)
I broke the awkward silence by sighing and pushing Kook off of me. He seemed to have been disappointed by my reaction, but I wasn't phased at all. I stood and glanced to Tae, who was staring at Kook with anger and pure hatred on how close he had gotten to me. I was quite much bothered by the glare he was giving poor, abused Kookie.
"TaeHyung. Stop giving him the death glare like he just killed your dog." I snapped.
"He almost kissed my babygirl, same thing." He snapped back, recoiling with a gasp. His hands flung over his mouth as his face instantly turned beet red, then he tucked his long legs into his chest.
"Your... what?" I hissed.
"Hyung, better run." Kook said from the floor, and to which Tae obliged. He sprang up from the couch and darted (almost let autocorrect change that to farted 😂) out the door. I was high on his tail, running oddly fast for wearing heels. I kicked the boots off to run faster, tackling Tae onto the carpet in the living room. I flipped him over and straddled him, fire burning in my e/c eyes. His face was wiped over with a clean and plain expression of terror.
"IM BEST FRIENDS WITH PARK JIMIN! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT!?" He screeched loudly, voice cracking on 'expect' from fear.
"I EXPECTED DIGNITY FROM SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" I screeched back. My fists made gentle contact with his chest, being sure to hurt him but not severely. I paused abruptly as his eyes widened. Mine then did too as I screamed, "YOU HORNY BAFOON!"
I scurried off of him as he sat up slowly, traumatized by what happened to him; he got a boner while I was punching him. I cringed heavily, shivering top to bottom as he stared at the carpet in disbelief. I felt kinda bad for calling him a 'horny bafoon', so I stood and walked over to him. He didn't even budge as I set a hand on his shoulder. It was like he was called a rat BY a rat. But a small smirk rose to his lips. I didn't have time to pull away and run, as I knew what was coming. He tore me down to the floor with him, climbing on top of me. I struggled against his hold, flailing my feet helplessly.
"That was tempting not to just kiss you, but to tear those clothes off that cover an obviously beautiful body." He sighed. I simply stared in fear, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Not in fear of him, but of what he was going to do. Thank the lord that Kook came in, shot himself like a bolt of lightning at Tae and knocked him off of me. I took the chance to hurry up and bolt it into the kitchen, hiding in one of the lower cabinets on the island. I heard Kook screech and swift footsteps coming closer. I knew my time was up. No more hiding. He was going to find me, murder me. Murder me for attacking him like I did.
"Y/N.... Come out and play..." He teased quietly. (Don't mind me, I just realized how creepy this got.)
"I'm not coming out. You scare me." I hissed. He obviously could tell where I was from my statement, flinging the cabinet door open and snatching me. I shouted as he lifted me, taking off into his own room. (Forgot to mention this in the last chapter: Yoongi is in obedience school with NamJoon, being taught not to attack the people in his home.)
I managed to fling myself from his arms, taking off at the speed of light around the massive house. I eventually caught the time on one of the many clocks, screaming as Tae was almost late for the concert. And so was I.
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Romance"Tae needs to stop wearing tight jeans." ___________________________________ Aish, who else notices how tight Bangtan Boys jeans ALWAYS are!? Come on, you have to notice them! Anywho, go ahead and read on!
