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sixteen

Jin's P.O.V

"Where are you going? We haven't picked out a dress for Mi-Hae." My mother protests against my leaving as she digs in her purse. I roll my eyes. I don't want to be here during their giggling sessions I'd rather be digging up worms.

"I don't care what you guys have to do," or girls for that matter. "You don't need me to pick out a dress for her." I reply.

My mom stop digging in her purse to fight with my words. She looks down then up at me again. "But where are you really going?" She asks.

"I have to study for economics." I tell her. Half the truth. Mostly Taehyung has to study more than me. My mom isn't too bright to know when I studied economics or if I study at all till my grades come in. She isn't there in my life half the time unlike how she has and still is there for my older brother.

My moms eyes are hard when she sighs. "You are always studying, in the future I hope you spend time with your family than being somewhere else." She gets all sappy but I know she's putting on an act for Mi-Hae.

"You care for your son so well!" Mi-Hae gestures towards me to my mom with a large smile.

"Yes I do. Raised fine by me." My mom crosses her arms but slightly glares at me. "And he'll find just the right woman when he's older." Mi-Hae chuckles and leaves my moms side to the front counter still wearing the large smile of hers.

I choke on her words as they bite at my voice. She can be rude and nice sometimes like she's bipolar and if she was I wouldn't be surprised. "Can I go now?" I demur.

"Eomma!" Mi-Hae yells for my mom at the counter to pay for the dress. That is my cue to leave. I don't want any part of this until the wedding is here. Hopefully my mom doesn't make me give a speech to the audience. Here anybody can attend to a wedding because it's public. No way will I give one to random strangers.

I take my leave without another word exiting the building as the door rings with a bell.

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I ring the doorbell many times. No answer. I get impatient and anxiety takes over me. My phone is dead and I have no other way to contact Taehyung, no money and no phone booth. I mentally groan on my thousand time ringing the bell. I have ruined my chance. "Jin?" I jump to see Taehyung stroll around the corner of his home with a plastic bag in hand. "I never knew you would get here this early so I went to go buy some banana milk." He motions at the bag.

"Taehyung , I-"

"Are you trying to overwork your body again? Here," he grabs a carton of banana juice handing it to me. "Drink some of this."

I scan his face. He isn't looking at me. So he does know what happened between me and Jungkook or is the same as me and Namjoon. Awkward because we haven't seen each other in so long. I accept the juice and chug it down. "Come on in, we can get started with studying." He says going to his gate and opening it for us to go inside. Up to his front door and into his house. Smells just like him, oranges and little scent of flowers. What a combination. Everybody has their unique smell and Taehyung's is my favorite so far.

"I heard you didn't turn in any of your assignments." I bring up.

"Yea, I don't care about it," we take off our shoes and enter his living room, messy like only a slob lives there. "How about you go wash up a bit?" He asks.

"I don't think I need to." I feel the sweat drip from my chin.

Taehyung has his back to me. Why won't he look at me? "I really think you need to." He sets the bag of banana milk on the coffee table realizing the mess he begins to clean but not in a rush.

"I'm not going to do it anyway. Can I just teach you economics and do the lesson?" I stick to wanting the lesson and nothing more.

"I highly suggest you wash up." Taehyungs voice gets deep.

"Why? I'm fine." I say.

"Go wash up." Taehyung pleads still not looking at me.

"No." I declare. Why is he being so pushy like a parent?

My shirt is grabbed and I'm pushed up against the closest wall. Taehyung seems to tower over me with hungry eyes. I hold my breathe, my throat has never felt so dry before. "I told you to wash up because I won't allow you to come over looking like this," Taehyung snaps.

"Like what?" I almost stutter on my words. Not the time to do that.

"Your face is red from running. Sweat is falling down your neck and your lips..." He places his thumb on my bottom lip. "You keep licking them." He stares at me.

"Your big eyes are darkening and innocent. And these clothes," Taehyung leans in to my ear, whispering, "are really tight on you. And I never knew you had such a nice ass." I freeze and my heart begins to race. The love-struck part of me goes away and I get angry.

"I d-don't know what you mean." I growl. Don't stutter, Jin!

"Yea you do. I can sense it. Now go wash up before I do. Or do you want me to clean you?" Taehyung smirks against my ear kissing it quickly as he smiles at my frown.

I instantly melt into the wall. My knees are shaky and I'm getting hotter. Many amazing but wrong thoughts go through my mind. Stop it! "Will you follow my orders?" He clicks his tongue.

I push Taehyung off of me and roll my eyes. "Whatever I have to do to stop you from talking." I turn off to the bathroom knowing exactly where it is. Slightly smiling I enter the bathroom. Damn it. Don't hurt me again.