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Sneak Peek: Bad Idea (V)*

A/N: Inspired by a dream I had and Ariana's song. It will be a longer fic and I plan to upload it 2-3 chapters at a time. This will have slower updates than my other books, but you'll get more at once! I hope y'all enjoy. Stay tuned over the next couple weeks for the first two chapters. Also, I revealed the cover on Instagram, but will probably pop it back in my story a couple times over the next couple weeks.

Note: I will probably be editing this a bit and this is NOT the opening scene of the book. It is in the first chapter.

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Of course, Taehyung had to look absolutely perfect the night you hated him most. His T-shirt was tucked into black jeans and a green bomber laid over his straight shoulders. His arm was slung over some girl you'd never met before, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing over the top of her right breast.

"Y/N," Taehyung said. "How many people have you slept with in the last month?" His boxy smile was your weakness and you knew he would notice the way your knees shot together and your elbows came to your thighs when he gazed at you.

"Taehyung, I'm gonna have to be a lot drunker to answer that question."

You took another sip of your bright red drink. It was a mixture of every alcohol found in the fraternity house mixed with Kool-Aid. It was disgusting, but as you drank more of it the less you noticed.

"Oh, come on," he said. "You broke up with Jimin three months ago. Surely, you banged some hot British dude?"

You shifted uncomfortably. "Taehyung, this is ridiculous--"

"You really haven't?" His look was almost incredulous with his eyes wide and his lips cracked ever so slightly. Before you could respond, his lips twisted into a smile that boiled your insides. He flicked his tongue between them and his gaze swallowed you whole. "That's such a shame, Y/N."

You wanted to sink into the couch. Not only were Taehyung's solely focused on you, so were everybody else's. You didn't even know any of the people sitting on either side of you or crowded around the couch in the frat house living room.

"You were the girl that dated Jimin?" the blonde Taehyung had his arm around asked.

You nodded. You and Jimin had dated since the end of your Freshman year. It would've been your two year anniversary in three weeks.

"If Phi Chi Sigma would've known that it took shipping you off to London to get you away from Jimin, I think they would've done it years ago."

Taehyung cleared his throat and nudged her softly, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up off the couch. You knew coming to a party at Jimin's frat was a mistake. Even though you had somehow managed not to run into your ex the entire night, rumors and gossip had spread when you hadn't been there to defend yourself.

You pushed through the circle of people and headed for the fringes of the crowd. Somewhere you could slip out without being noticed. You didn't need more people thinking they knew what happened between you and Jimin.

"Y/N!" Taehyung said, reaching out taking hold of your wrist lightly. "I'm sorry. Yina was trying to make a joke. She doesn't know what happened. No one does."

"It's okay, Tae. You don't have to make excuses for her. I get it. Everyone else was jealous I was with him anyway. They all thought I was too young and undeserving."

Taehyung's eyes softened and he dropped your wrist. "Hey, come on, we can still salvage this night. I bet I can hook you up with one of the pledges. Maybe it will help you move on?"

"Taehyung! I don't need help moving on. I don't care about Jimin and I don't need your help to get a hookup. I just don't want to sleep with anyone. Can't you get that through your horndog mind?"

Taehyung just stared at you for a moment. The only sign he heard you was the slow blink of his eyes.

"All right, fine," he said finally. He shook his head and composed himself, placing his arms on your shoulders. "At least let me introduce you to someone. You're gonna wanna get dick sometime."

You sighed. "Taehyung, thank you for trying to help me. But, honestly, I don't need your help. If I wanted to I could sleep with more people in a month than you do."

Taehyung stood stunned. His hands still rested on your shoulders and you felt as he squeezed them light, his lips upturning and his eyes hardening.

"You wanna make that an official bet?"