CONFUSED || Taehyung Fan Fiction ||

3 || ʙᴇᴇʀ ᴘᴏɴɢ ||

The bell rang for the end of the day leaving all of us to rush outside the gates. When Kim Namjoon's hosts a party, everyone's invited. That man owns a massive mansion good enough to be considered a mall. I packed my bag and had four hours to get ready.

"Y/N, let me give you a ride home." I turned my head to see the one and only Park Jimin standing. He's the only guy I'd go feral for— well alongside the other members of their friendship group— except that one guy.

I snapped out of daze when I heard him chuckle like an angelic being that was too good to be in this world. This man can totally make me question my sexuality and I am not complaining when it comes to him.

"Yeah I'd love to ride you— No! I meant I'd love for you to give me a ride home! Yeah that's right! I don't like you so that can't happen! And you're car is really hot— nice, comfortable I mean! You're hot! What?!" I was making such a fool out of myself. I smacked my head and sighed out in frustration. This was so embarrassing. Feeling him ruffle my hair and proceeding to take my bag away from me for him to carry himself.

"I'd have to wear a seatbelt then" he whispered into my ear with his husky voice. I could feel that my face grew hot forcing me to duck my head in order for my hair to cover my tomato red face "Let's go, cutie!" He dragged me out of the classroom and all the way to the parking lot. Opening the car door for me and I muttered a small "Thanks" before he went to the other side of the car and starting the engine.

He looks so good! Just sitting there!

"C-can I turn on some music?" I asked reaching for the stereo and he hummed in response. I was about lean back again to relax in my seat but I had to halt when the song that came on was Lights Down Low. I eerily glanced at the boy who sat beside me in the driver's seat and all he did was laugh and began to sing along. I sighed again at my misery and slumped back onto my seat and fished out my phone from my pocket and texted Mr Yang not to pick me up.

Jimin and I, we're neighbours. That cliche story where you live next door to a very hot man. Yes that was practically a story I'm living in. We grew up together. We were childhood friends. Play dates every afternoon, skipping together through the park, even bathed together! He was like the brother I never had.

Growing up, my feelings also grew for Jimin which developed into a tiny puppy love crush. But all of that disappeared when I came out and fell out from liking men— but that doesn't mean that I don't stutter in front him because oh I do. I definitely do more stupid stuff than just stuttering whenever he's in a ten meter radius.

I tensed up when a hand came in contact with my thigh. He brushed his thumb back and forth softly with a result of my breath hitching from his actions "Hey, what's gotten you so worked up? It's just me, Y/N. Relax" This man never failed to remind me each day that I used to like him and he knew that.

"Oh won't you look at that! We're here! Thanks for the ride, Hot stuff! Ciao!" I awkwardly let out a nervous chuckle and quickly dashed outside his car once we were in front of my house, tripping over as I ran towards the main gate, pressing on the intercom rather harshly as if begging for it to let me in and save me from embarrassment.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, checking for anything that might go wrong later. I was wearing a black tight leather crop top that had chains for its straps and ripped denim jeans with a pair of Chanel slingbacks that had about two inches heels. My hair was left to flow down in its natural wavy way and my make up was light except for my lips that were in the shade of wine red.

I grabbed my purse and went straight down to the car to be dropped off by Mr Yang. Loud blaring music was heard even from outside. I received a text from Haera that they were all waiting at the living room for me. I went in to go and meet them. There was no problem at all since I think I've already memorized the whole place considering how Namjoon throws a bunch of parties all year round and I never dared to miss one. Once I entered, the lights were immediately blinding me and the place was packed with sweaty, drunk and horny people.