Diet | K.TH (REWRITING)

Chapter 13: Squeeze

They see it. The purple prints that litter my neck in abrupt patterns. I can't hide it even if I tried. The whispers circulate the lecture hall. Just barely reaching my ears, but it's enough to know what they are talking about. Every student just seemed to habe the need to know who could've marked someone like me. Who would even far to touch me. I couldn't blame them. The social barrier that's always been here has been dented. The campus is under panic, just because if my neck. Because of Taehyung's mark. It was as if I could still feel him. Every nip, and squeeze. The way his fingers slipped into my locks with a dominant pull. The very thought made me shiver. If only they knew who did it.

Without even realizing it I feel my sense of rebellion start to burst out. A smile spreads across my face, and it doesn't seem to fade. Don't get me wrong, I'm completely terrified of what might happen. But a rush shoots through me knowing that we put a crack in this stupid bubble. That an uproar has started. Like a revolution has begun through something as simple as a set of hickeys. Of course something like this might go terribly wrong for us... If anyone found out exactly who. Taehyung could lose everything because of me.

"Excuse me?" A voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up to it's owner. Beside my row stood a girl, medium height but also a bigger body type like me. She was honestly beautiful in comparison. It threw me off how her smile seemed to light up the room. I thought that was something only Bangtan or Jihan could do, but I was so wrong. Tucking a strand of  hair behind her ear she spoke again to me with a gentle voice that had my full attention. "Does anyone sit here? I just got transferred, and I figured by mid-semester everyone would have preferred seats."

Quickly shaking my head, I watch her take a seat. Her shoulder tamed curls bouncing as she did so. It was so odd to me that I wasn't the only plus size girl on campus. It came as such a shock that I wasn't sure how to respond. "Ziamara, you?" The beautiful girl stuck her hand out as she introduced herself. A smile reached my features to greet her back just as Hoseok plopped in a seat with a loud groan behind us. "(Y/n), and that stick in the mud is Hobi. You'll get used to him whining from his seat," to which the young man scoffed in disbelief. We didn't talk much after as the class proceeded but the air between us felt natural. Almost familiar even as we packed our bags to leave.

Today of all days... What's going on around here?

"(N/n), can you believe Taehyungie really ditched us yesterday?" Hoseok whined through the phone. Calls like this were our only way of concealing the fact we were talking to each other as we walked separate ways to the cafe. "I don't put it passed him. All of you guys are weird," I listen to him rant, and go on and on about the other boys until we see each other from across the room. Hoseok taking a seat with the rest of the princes while I sit with Jihan. "For a such a sunshine, you complain a lot." The teasing remark reaching his ears. "And for such a good girl you seem to get freaky a lot," his snicker was almost menacing as he casually points to his neck without looking my direction.  In a small form of retaliation I decide to end the call just as Jihan takes her seat next to mine. Her eyes of course glued on the princely table because of lover boy Jimin.

I ignored the goo-goo eyes to continue our lunch as normal. Jihan on the other hand was struggling to contain her hormones. Every time their eyes met the two couldn't help themselves. A smile, a wink, an awkward giggle; it was almost impossible to not see their flirting. "Ji, I love you but you're going to get caught. Stop," I had to admit that it was honestly adorable seeing them. They didn't seem to care if they were going to get caught. Jimin didn't look like his usual playboy-prince self; he was cute and bubbly in comparison. When he looked at Jihan it was like nothing else mattered. It makes me question just how long they've actually been talking. "Sorry! I know you hate attention, and today's probably hard with..." Jihan pointed to her own neck with a devious smile painting her lips.

She wasn't wrong though. I felt empowered by it somehow, but it was probably best to be afraid. Anyone could weaponize it to use against me. I ponder on it as I shoo away her teasing. It's been hours, and plenty of people have talked about it already. The drama obsessed generation I'm in is never unsatisfied. It was only a matter of time before-

"Could I sit with you, again?"

Ziamara's beautiful smile graces my presence once again, and I nod quickly. I was honestly excited to have her around. The figurative revolution going on in my head seems to just be drawing closer with her. None of this was planned yet it was unfolding right before my eyes. I've always hated attention, hated being a prey... But Taehyung calling me beautiful seemed to wire me differently. All morning my mind has been muddled with this notion that things will change if I become some kind if symbol. Nerve wracking as it sounds, I was a little confident.

"So, does this school really eat people alive?" Ziamara looks between myself and Jihan, her eyes pleading for logical answers. We could lie to her, save her the heart break. But this campus is a jungle full of monsters who could pounce any moment. She deserved to know that. "People hear are evil. Don't get too friendly with anybody. Everyone is fake, reputation obsessed pieces of shit who crave attention," Jihan beyond ripped off the band-aid. If anything she made the wound. Ziamara's eyes went wide, and she turned to me for confirmation. With a heavy sigh I nod.  She was going to find out anyway. "That's most of the student body, and then there's us." She seemed to understand the message as she sipped her coffee. Her eyes scanning the cafe casually. "Hey, someone has an admirer over there," Ziamara gestures with her eyes as subtly as possible to the Bangtan table. Jihan looks over excitedly hoping it was Jimin only for her face to fall disappointed. The words that slipped from her lips causing my chest to tighten almost immediately.

  "Uh, (Y/n)... Seokjin is looking at you."