Big Brother

「3」Boyfriend

[A/N]
There is not smut in this story; I do not write smut. But there is a scene that may be mature  or triggering for some readers. This is your warning! Viewer discretion is advised.

Y/N's POV

"Taehyungie!" You called to your boyfriend in the hallway.

"Hey baby!" Taehyung grabbed your waist and pecked your lips.

"What are you doing after school?" You rolled onto your toes in attempt to become more eye level with the lanky boy.

"Going over to your house?" He lifts his dark eyebrows and smirks.

"Of course, Tae Tae!" You giggle and rest back onto your heels.

"I'll see you after school, then?" he says, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod and smile to confirm your plans with Taehyung.

"Okay baby, I'll see you then." he says and kisses your forehead as the bell rings. He releases his grip from your waist and begins to make his way to class.
You watch him for a moment as he crosses paths with your big brother. Your smile fades when they glare at each other, staring each other down like two threatened wolves protecting their territory. It felt as though the Earth turned slower when they came across one another.

You do your best to omit their interaction, and prepare for your next class.

***

"So are we going to be studying?" Taehyung flings his arm around your shoulders.

"I thought we would just hang out instead actually." You replied, adjusting the strap of your backpack.

"Oh really?" Taehyung leans his grinning face down to yours. You evade, smiling at the ground as your face heats up.

Suddenly you hear a door slam, causing both of you to break position, jolting your heads to towards the noise across the street.

Namjoon.

"What a brat!" Taehyung chuckled. "Let's go inside." He said slyly as you both reach your front door.

You set your things down and kicked your shoes off by the door. Taehyung follows suit and plops himself down on the couch next to you, propping his feet on the coffee table. He stretches his arms out across the couch, one behind your head.

"What do you wanna do?" You ask, turning your head to him. "How about a movie?"

"Whatever you want, baby." He lays his head back on the couch cushion and closes his eyes.

"Okay... what movie?"

"I don't care. Pick whatever you want." He said smoothly.

"If that's what you want, oppa." You laid back against the smooth leather.

"Oppa?-" he inched closer to you- "I like that name." He states in a deep, hushed tone.

"That's what I'm supposed to call you, right?" You giggled.

Taehyung rests his hand on your lower thigh and bites his lower lip.

"You should call me that more often, Y/N." Taehyung slowly inches his fingers up your thigh.

"Taehyung, stop." You said with a shaky tone.

"That's not my name, baby girl." His fingertips snake underneath the edge of your skirt.

"Taehyung, I said stop it. Please." You press your legs together and try to remove his progressing hand from your leg.

He leans into your face, grinning as if he was enjoying your uncomfortable pleads.

"I know you're enjoying this-" you could feel his breath on your lips- "I know you've been wanting this." He adjusts his body to hover over yours.

You weren't enjoying this.

You didn't want this.

"Taehyung! Stop it!" You push him off of you onto the floor.

Taehyung slowly stands up from the rug and begins to return to his previous position.

"I know you didn't mean that, babygirl." His hands glide back up your upper thighs as he brings his lips closer to yours.

"Stop!" You scream, kicking your legs at him.
He finally backs off, sweating.

"What the hell?" He yells.

"Get the hell away from me, Kim Taehyung!" You yell back in a faltering voice as you try to force the salty liquid back into your eyes.

"What's your problem? I was just-"

"Get out of my house!" You scream, trembling while tears roll down your cheeks.

Taehyung shakes his head disapprovingly. He makes long strides towards the door, throwing his backpack strap over his shoulder as he slips his shoes on. He glances back at you with a smug look on his reddened face before stepping out, slamming the door.

You bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them. Tears stream down your cheeks as you reflect on what just happened.

The door swings open and rapid footsteps come towards you. You feel a warm being envelope around your curled up form.

"It's gonna be okay." The being says softly in a familiar gruff voice.

Namjoon.

You release the lump in your throat, throwing your arms around him. You hold onto Namjoon as if once you let go he would disappear.

"What happened?" He says gently into your ear as he rubbed your back.

"Taehyung." This one word, spoken from your tremulous voice, was enough to set him off.

"What the hell did that bastard do to you?" He pulled back.

Namjoon looked into your glassy eyes, wiping away the liquid from your cheeks.

"I knew something like this would happen." His husky voice was unstable. He pulled your head back into his chest and hugged you tightly.

"I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him."