WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

nine.

taehyung's pov

he took me into an empty classroom and took no time to pin me against the wall. my eyes widened as i registered that i was trapped between his arms.

i pouted when he didn't say anything, just nuzzled his nose into my neck. my first instinct was to run my fingers through his hair.

we stood in silence as he placed his large hands on my hips, keeping me in place. not that i would want to move away.

i hummed softly as he took in my scent. his nose lightly running against my jaw.

"don't let him touch you like that." jungkook growled lowly against my skin.

for a second, i didn't register what he had said. was he talking about hoseok?

"b-but he's my f-friend." i tried to defend my friendship. keyword: tried.

"i don't care. i won't tell you twice."

"o-okay. p-please don't be mad." i whimpered at the thought.

his eyes visibly softened as he took in my sad expression. he gently wrapped his big arms around me as he pulled me into a hug. i instantly returned it as i burried my face into his chest.

we stayed in that position for a few more seconds before i felt him place a small kiss on the top of my head. i looked up at him, giving him my famous box smile that my mother loves.

"i'm not mad. i can't be mad at you." he told me before leaving me standing alone.