Rule Number Nine | Y.M

Chapter 2

ゴシップガールズ
GOSSIP GIRLS

💮

Why are so many people staring at Taehyung? I glance at him as we walk into the school and take a good look at him.

Hmm, nope. He's still the same looking pabo that shows up to school. Maybe he has a new hair cut that I didn't notice?

Hmm, nope. His eyes are still hidden beneath his long bangs. "Taehyung? Why is everyone staring at you? You don't have a hickey, do you?" I tease.

Taehyung barked out a laugh, and I stare at him in utter confusion. "Why are you laughing!?" I clutch my bag straps tighter over my shoulders.

"Jiminie pabo, they're staring at you."  He pointed out. What? At me? "Why? Oh god, DO I HAVE A HICKEY?"
Taehyung quickly shoved a hand over my mouth, walking us into the school doors. "No you idiot! Why would you have a hickey anyways? You don't have a boyfriend." He pauses, then suddenly corners me into a wall with accusing eyes.

"Or do you? Who is it? Do I know him? Does he go to our school? Oh oh oh, is he a senior?" He gushed.

"Oh my god Tae! No, I don't have a boyfriend, okay?" I mean, geez. I'm not ugly right? Nah, I'm too handsome for these boys.

Key word: boys.

Not men. Boys.

They were pigs. If they weren't throwing a ball at each others faces, they'd be standing around the entrance like paedophilic losers, chasing girls who were way out of their league.

Sure, there were men here, but they were too old, and way too popular to ever notice me. I wasn't at the bottom of the social food chain or anything, I just wasn't considered popular.

Not that I actually care.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was very popular. He had all the girls falling at his knees, and different boys of all ages would confidently ask him out— only to be kindly rejected.

I found it amusing.

"What the fuck!?" I scream as I suddenly feel a tightness in my ass. I shoot my eyes around my surroundings, until my glare lands on a smug looking senior.

"Sorry." He shrugged, which pissed me off to no ends. "Maybe you shouldn't be wearing those pants to school. Guys like me would get the wrong idea." He laughed, and Taehyung moves forward and glares at him.

"If Jimin wouldn't be trying to stop me, I would have slammed your head into the concrete." He growled. I rolled my eyes.

"Taehyung, I appreciate it that you're trying to defend me, but we all know that won't happen. And SeungRi?"

He looks up at me with a small smirk. I dig my nails into my palms out of irritation. "If you ever lay a finger on me—"

His body is suddenly tackled to the ground, and I step back in confusion and frown. Punches are being thrown, and that's when I see who it is.

"Yoongi!" I screech, rushing to pull him off of SeungRi. I grip his shoulders and try my very hardest to pull his large body off of the other. "Yoongi, stop!"