Would You Rather |Jung Hoseok; Min Yoongi| [Completed]

Chapter 18

MinJee.

MinJee, wake up.

You have to wake up.

MinJee!

I gasped for air when I woke up, it felt like the oxygen was sucked out of the room. I stood up, my legs still wobbly. My head got a headache because of the sudden motion, but I quickly grabbed onto something for support. I looked around and found myself in an unknown room.

It was quite spacious and luxurious. A mirror placed behind me grabbed my attention. I looked at myself and my hand flew to my mouth. My skirt was gone, together with the button up. I just wore a plain white t-shirt. Thankfully my underwear was still on me. A sigh of relief escaped me.

A faint groan was heard from under the blanket and someone moved under it. A head popped up and I recognised Taehyung's light brown hair.

"Why are you up so early?" He complained and his nose wrinkled.

"What did you do to me?" I roared. Taehyung only turned his back towards me and covered his head with the blanket again.

"Go back to sleep." He muttered with an annoyed tone. "We didn't do anything to you."

"What about last night?" I demanded.

Taehyung pushed the blanket off himself in annoyance and walked towards me. Every step he took closer, I took two backwards until my back was pressed against the wall. He slammed his hand on the wall and narrowed his eyes. "If that was serious play to you, I'm afraid of what you'll think if we were serious." He hissed and shortened the distance between our faces. "And by the way, you're still not eighteen yet. Then we can get serious." He smirked and pushed himself off the wall. While he was walking towards the bed, he pointed to a door at the end of the room and spoke up, "Your clothes are washed, dried and ready to for school today." He hopped on the bed and fell asleep before his head even touched the pillow.

I opened the door and found a closet with all of Taehyung's clothes. Ninety per cent of which were Gucci by what I guessed. I searched the room and found my uniform hanging right in front of me. I quickly changed and went running/tip toeing out of the room. The house was entirely different from what I remembered last night.

...

Why did my mind have to go towards that direction? All of a sudden I felt every touch, every kiss and every whisper spoken against my skin. My body felt hot all over again and I hate to admit that I liked it. I don't know what they put in my drink but I remember every detail clearly. The kiss, the bite, the wall...

Stop thinking about that MinJee! , I thought to myself and mentally slapped myself.

I walked around until I found my stuff all scattered on the floor.