WANT YOU ♡ taekook

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before the previous chapter

warning: slur(s), violence

Taehyung had just left his dorm with Jungkook on his mind. Taehyung stepped out into the cool, humid morning breeze, feeling the mist in the air as he walked throughout campus to find a shop that sold sweets.

He felt like doing something nice for sweet boy, so Taehyung decided he was going to buy some sweets and candies for Jungkook. You know just to be nice. Not that they were dating. Taehyung just prayed he wasn't lactose intolerant or allgeric or some shit.

After a few minutes of walking past stores, Taehyung finally found a small Dunkin Donuts shop around the corner of the block. He entered the shop with a nice feeling of being indulged by warmth and the smell of donuts and munchkins. There wasn't really anyone here besides the workers and him, since it was around seven A.M. on a lazy Sunday. He ordered a box of donuts of all different flavors, hoping Jungkook would like at least one.

Taking a bite out of a donut from the box and exiting the shop, Taehyung suddenly felt two hands grab at his back and forcefully drag him backwards around the corner. 

It all happened in an instant, Taehyung's reflexes delayed as the box of donuts dramatically fell from his hold.

"What the f—" Taehyung was roughly shoved against the cold and wet concrete wall of the shop, being held by two medium sized fists on his jacket. His head hit the wall behind him from the forceful push, which caused it to hang low after. He was so fucking confused, what the fucking is going on? Slowly, Taehyung brought his eyes to the ones in front of him. To his fucking delight, it was not just one person, but two.

"What the fuck's your problem? Do I even know you?" Taehyung groaned out, looking at the figure in front of him who was wearing a hoodie to cover most of his face.

There was someone behind the hoodied man, but the guy had a black face mask on while bangs covered most of the rest of his face, making it impossible to tell who it was.

Out of nowhere, Taehyung felt the hands that were gripping at his chest tighten even more, pushing him back to the wall to get his attention back. The person slowly and non-hesitantly brought their head up. Finally, the hooded face was revealed. The knots in Taehyung's confused eyebrows suddenly became undone and he let go of the breath he unknowingly was holding in. Confusion washed over his features again. What the fuck?

"Jimin?"

The hooded boy smirked with a hint of something evil in his eyes. Honestly, all that Taehyung was fucking thinking was what the fuck is going on. 

"Dude," Taehyung let out in a hurried breath, "What are you doing? Let me the fuck go,"

"No can do," Jimin said expressionless.

Taehyung knew Jimin could tell he was confused. Taehyung knew Jimin probably had something planned. You don't just bitch-shove someone for no reason.

Jimin stared Taehyung right in the eyes as he opened his mouth to speak again. "Did you not think I would notice?"

"Fucking notice what?" Taehyung spat.

"That you've been trying to get at my boy."

Taehyung let out a stiff yet nervous chuckle at the remark that sounded almost nearly childish. "Jimin, dude, what the hell are you talking about?"