Sugar Daddy || Taehyung (BTS)

Chapter 1

I could feel some strands of hair get plucked from my head as I fall backward and out of my chair. The impact from my head smashing into the floor makes my ears ring and my eyes ache. Seconds after, the cool sensation of cafeteria milk splashes onto my face, coating my glasses completely. I try to recover, but a boot pushes me back down on my chest.

"Welcome back to school, Lily," Daisy says. "I missed you."

I wipe my lenses to get a glimpse of her; she's smirking. Her two minions, Megan and Stacey, stand on each side of her, giggling.

"Oh, gross," Stacy says. "She still eats her sad ham and cheese sandwich."

I see her pick my lunch up with her thumb and index finger, examine it, then throwing it onto my face.

"Nice glasses," Megan teases as I, once again, wipe them clean.

These were the same pair I had gotten in the 7th grade. Daisy had broken them twice since then. They were pink and had medical tape wrapped around its wounds.

The boot lifts up from my chest but returns onto my face, forcing me to turn my face to the left. I hear my glasses creak as the cold tiles freeze up my ear. The shoes on the cafeteria floor were static and pointing at me.

"You ready for another year of doing my homework?" Daisy asks. "I'm looking forward to it."

One pair of formal shoes race towards us.

"That's enough, Daisy," Mr. Johnson, the counselor, says. "Don't start off the school year with a referral."

The boot comes off and steps back.

"Whatever," Daisy says. She looks back at me. "I'll see you later, Lily."

Mr. Johnson helps me up and hands me napkins.

"Let's go to my office," He says, sympathetically.

I dab the dairy off my face and hair as we walk past the bystanders.

"I told you to come see me during your lunchtime," He says. "You know you can't be in that cafeteria all by yourself."

Earlier today, Mr. Johnson had called my mom and told her what he'd just said. But I was tired of doing that, so I decided to take actions into my own hands. Obviously, it took a turn for the worst.

We reach his office and the scent of cocoa butter fills my nose as the door swings open.

"Your office always smells like this," I say, taking in another lungful.

"It's my favorite aroma," Mr. Johnson says. "Have a seat."

I scrunch up the napkins before tossing them into the waste bin. I plop myself down on the red bean bag and sink into its familiar comfort.

"What's going on, Lily?" He asks, making his way around his desk. "Why did you decide to go to the lunchroom today?"

I shrug, hoping he'd drop the question.

Really, I was just tired of hiding. Every day, I'd eat in Mr. Johnson's office, chatting it up on random things. It's time to come out of my shell.

"Lily, we've established that eating in my office is the safest place for you," He says, clasping his hands together. "Do you remember what happened last time?"

The same thing happened the last time I tried to eat in that treacherous lunchroom. The last memory I had of eating peacefully in the cafeteria was before I got glasses.

I nod to Mr. Johnson's question.

"Tell me," He starts. "We've tried lawsuits, restraining orders, and expulsion. Is there anything else you want to try?"