My Gangster [BTS fanfic]

Chapter 27

"Did you miss me, love?"

He asked softly while staring into my eyes and I couldn't even blink. I wanted to scream at him that yes, I had missed him and I kept imagining weird stuff about him and trying out his name, calling him oppa and whatnot but I couldn't say any of that. I simply stared at him without closing my eyes.

Noticing that small smirk playing along the corner of his lips, I was provoked. I scoffed, crossing my arms. "As if I'd miss someone like you."

"Guerae (really)? You weren't just calling for me because you missed me?" Oh god, here comes the teasing.

My cheeks betrayed me and flamed bright red. "I wasn't calling for you."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and held up his cellphone in his palm. "Then what's this, baby?'

"Taehyuuuuung...,....TaeTae.......Taehungie....." My jaw dropped open in horror as I heard my clear voice through his mobile. He smirked at me and held it closer to me just as my voice said, "Taehyung....oppa?"

I moved my arm to snatch the phone out of his hand but being the fast snake he was, retracted his hand back before I could even touch it. Taehyung smiled wide and leaned forward again. "Oppa?"

"You were recording me?!" I exclaimed in disbelief. Was there any privacy for me anymore?

"Say it again Sungyeon-ah." He said in a serious tone and shivers wrecked through my body when he said my name in that deep voice of his.

"How did you even record this?" I demanded angrily, ignoring his request.

"What will it take for you to call me oppa?" Taehyung tilted his head and those eyes stared right into mine with such intensity that I was surprised I didn't faint.

Stop looking at me, stop.

"I'm not calling you that! Shut up!" I punched his shoulder and it looked like a baby swiping at a rock. He barely moved and I hurt my wrist.

I clutched my hand to my chest, glaring at him balefully. "This is all your fault you creep."

"You hurt yourself with your stupid decisions." He stated calmly, shaking his head.

"Oh so you randomly have a platinum chest and you don't even warn me before I hit you? Wait, you wouldn't, you're a jerk." I smiled sarcastically at him and stood up back immediately sat back, feeling my lower body contract in pain. Well shit.

I kept my face neutral and my eyebrows twitched dramatically. Maybe I had learned to withstand pain after being tortured in a cell?

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Taehyung asked with little concern and shattered all my thoughts of considering acting as a life career for me. Why does he keep on breaking my dreams and replacing it with his oh so perfect beautiful, amazing, wonderful face?

I thought a bit before answering, anything that came out of my mouth could endanger my self esteem, my dignity and the possibility of being teased by this man for the rest of my life so I had to ace up my act unlike just a few seconds ago.

Okay, what do I say? I kept thinking. What do I do that he drop the topic once and for all? I couldn't just be all cool chick on go 'yes I am hurt, my vagina is trying to jump out of me and fly into the sky, my body is in pain and what does that mean? It means I'm on my period you dumb idiot, can't you see?'. Oh no no, that sentence itself would be the death of me.

Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of my face and I snapped out of my thoughts. "So?"

Okay he wanted an answer.