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"W-what?"

I can't move. I can't even breathe right, the air seeming to get stuck in my lungs every time I go to inhale or exhale. His eyes are still closed as his hands move up to hold onto my waist, the material of my dress shifting slightly underneath his soft touch.

He doesn't speak, instead leaning forward until the tip of his nose brushes against mine, his lips meeting my own soon after. Like every time that Taehyung has kissed me, I seem to melt into him. All of my doubts and worries go away as he pulls me closer to his body, my hands naturally making their way into his soft hair.

I don't know what it is about him that has me feeling this way. I feel so light and full of energy, the tingling sensation I am feeling traveling all the way down and into my toes. The thing is, I don't feel like I'm being compelled by magic at all. It feels real and raw, all of the emotions stirring within me my own. Being with him just makes me want to pull him in closer, my body as well as my heart yearning for him.

I pull away though. I can't help but feel slightly wrong about this, not liking how he had looked before he had kissed me. He had seemed really tense, it obvious that something was wrong. He had been talking to his dad before he came out here. Was it something he had said? Is that why he said he wanted me to help him forget? 

"You should go back inside" he says with a sigh when I step back from him, ruffling his hair with his hand. I can't help but feel a pang of hurt when he looks away from me as if it meant nothing to him, my hands balling into fists by my sides as I try and keep my emotions in check.

"Thats it, huh?" I ask shakily, not pausing when he turns his icy gaze onto me. I am surprised by the anger lacing my voice and he seems to be as well, his eyebrows raised as I continue. "You're just going to use me as a distraction and then throw me aside when I don't want to be treated that way?"

He steps forward slowly, his whole demeanor changing. He went from upset and preoccupied to malicious in the span of a few seconds, his change in personality startling me. Its as if he changed the way he was acting on the outside, it as if the mask he is wearing is physical as well as metaphorical. 

"What else would I use you for?" he asks lowly, his lips turned down in the corners. "I don't really like associating myself with sluts anyway, so you can leave now."

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, his words ringing in my ears in an almost taunting way. I can't help but get teary eyed as my brain finally processes what he just said, a smirk of disbelief on my face as I reach up and take off my suddenly-suffocating mask.

"So I'm a slut now, huh?" I ask, scoffing when all he does is look down at me.

"You know I didn't want to sleep with Jimin. Everyone does. There is no way that I would let him take advantage of me like that, especially since I didn't even like him in that way in the first place."

His frown gets deeper as my tears start sliding down my cheeks, my hands shaky as I try and wipe them away.

"I dont know what I was thinking when I had sex with you" I say spitefully, angry more at myself than at him in this moment. "I thought that you were different from Jimin, but I guess I was wrong. If you didn't want to associate yourself with a slut like me you shouldn't have slept with me in the first place, but you know what?"

I pause, throwing my mask at him in my anger. My lips tremble as I try and keep myself from completely breaking down in front of him, his eyes peering into mine as I glare at him.

"You fucking kissed me first Taehyung......think about that."

I turn on my heels and walk back into the house, my tears now flowing down my cheeks in unstoppable rivers. One hand is pressed against my mouth to try and cover up my sobs, my steps quick despite my heels. My makeup is probably ruined, my fingers coming up with black smudges from my eyeliner as I wipe underneath my eyes. 

Why does it hurt so bad? I feel as if I just broke up with the love of my life, my chest aching as I reach down to grasp onto the suddenly suffocating necklace I have on. My head pounds as I try and calm my breathing down, but nothing seems to be working. I should hate Taehyung and yet all I feel is hurt.

"Hey (Y/N)--oh......are you ok?"

"Leave me alone" I say quietly as Jimin stops walking to stare at me as I walk past him. I almost scream in a aggravation when he changes direction so that he is walking next to me, picking up my pace so that I am walking faster.

"What? No. What happened? Where are you going?" he asks lightly, his arms swinging by his sides. He is asking me what happened and yet he doesn't seem to mean it, a smile on his face as he looks at me. Does he not care at all? Is this all joke to him? Does he not see that I'm crying my eyes out and just want to be alone? Why is he acting so damn cheery and unconcerned? 

"I'm not in the mood Jimin. Please go away."

He reaches out and holds onto my wrist, tugging on it as he continues to walk with me.

"But I want to play with you--"

"Fuck off!" I yell, something in me finally snapping. I turn around as I throw his hand off of me, watching as his eyes widen in surprise.

"Why are you like this? Why do you continue to mess with my mind and play your stupid little games with me when you see that you are just hurting me? Do you know what it feels like to have your emotions and feeling manipulated? No, you obviously don't, because if you did you wouldn't do it to other people. You would know how awful you feel after its done and you realize that you have just been used and violated. You play around with me as if I am not someone with feelings, and it fucking hurts Jimin."

He doesn't speak after I finish my short rant, his eyes wide as he stares at me in shock. I can't read the expression on his face, but I don't need to. I shouldn't have to deal with anything else tonight. I turn around and continue walking towards my room, just wanting to bury myself in my covers and cry myself to sleep again.

That seems to be all that I seem to be doing lately, but thats ok. It makes it easier to pretend that I am ok the next day. If I get all of the tears out tonight, maybe it will be easier to pretend like everything is fine tomorrow.