Smell of Freedom//vminkook

4

The bell to start my third class of the day rings in my ear, and all I can think is that maybe I was wrong.

I haven't seen Jungkook or Jimin all day and I don't know if I should be relieved or worried considering I should have had them in my classes at least once by now. Speaking of which, Jungkook should be in this one.

My third class is art and it is by far my favorite class. Mostly because if my only elective class since Jenny makes me take rediculous classes, but I also like the teacher and I can get away with doing absolutely nothing in her class. I'm a pretty good drawer anyway so I finish my projects pretty quickly.

"Taehyung, can you take this box down to the old storage room? I don't have enough space on my shelves for it anymore." Miss. Hampton asked holding a shoebox of old water colors.

"Yeah, I'm done with all my homework anyway," I tell her.

I make my way up to her desk and grab the box. It was fairly light which Is good concidering storage is on the other side of the school.

"Thank you, Dear!"

"Your welcome, Miss. Hampton." We exchange as I walk out the door.

The storage wing is in the basement under the old gym. All the old locker rooms are just used to hold old crap now that we have to new gym.

Once I finally make it down the stairs to the dark hall I look for a light switch. I feel around for a bit before I give up and turn my phone flash light on.

The first door says its the girls locker room but the door is locked. So I shine the light down the hall and go to the next door. This one says its the boys locker room, however, its locked as well.

At this point I just want to set the box on the floor and leave, because the basement it kinda freaking me out. I let out a frustrated sigh and go to the next door.

This one says coaches office, and to my suprise it's not locked.

The room is filled with metal shelves stocked with boxs to the point were I cant find a place to fit the small shoe box.

Thats when the smell hits me, but its too late. Next thing I know the box is riped from my hands and I'm being pushed up against the shelves with my hands pinned to my sides.

In the attack my phone fell from my hands to the floor with the light facing up so I could see the shadowy face of the person who had grabbed me, but I already knew who it was.

Right in front of me is Jeon Jungkook and the ominous shadows the light casts on his face do not help the sense of fear rising in my stomach. Right behind him Park jimin stands holding the box of paint, with the tired look on his face.

"Kim Taehyung." Jungkook says slowly staring at me with such an intense gaze that could shatter glass.

"Thats your name isn't it?" He ask but I can't find the words to answer him.

I'm shaking through out my whole body. I figured they'd be mad but to corner me in an abandoned room in the basement of our school? This really is my worst nightmare.

You're so stupid tae.

Really now you come back!

Well yeah, my mates are here.

"Did you not hear me?" I faintly hear Jungkook growl but its as though I have cotton in my ears and his strong coffee sent is so thick and dominating I feel like I can't breath. The overwhelming scent of alpha is like a tightening noose.

The next thing I know he is pulled off me and my nose is buried in Orange and cinnamon. I reach for something anything to pull the smell closer. Its like I'm immediately addicted and can't get enough. I can feel myself calm down.