Distance: Our Truth Untold (Taehyung X Yerin FANFIC)

9.0 : The Past Pt. 8

Taehyung's POV

Inflamed.

That's what I am feeling right now.

Seeing my girl gripped for a hug by a guy outrages the hell out of me.

Not just a guy, but a known rival.

No one holds my girl like that, no one should...

And, why are they together?

In an instant, I jerked him and punched his cheek hardly.

I glanced at her.

Shocked emotion ran all over her face, eyes casted on him whose side of his lips are already bruised...

Jun acted as if he's badly wounded.

I sighed sarcastically.

What a faker, Jun. I know you can fight.

Seeing her concern, intensifies my anger.

I was about to give him another punch when she shouted at us...

or maybe at me only.

She positioned herself between me and Junhui.

"Stop it, please!" my brows furrowed.

And, what the hell?!

Yerin even helped that Junhui!

"What now, Jung Yerin? Your gonna get someone else whenever I'm not around, huh? Flirt someone else? Hugging each other under a calm morning," I sarcastically said.

"Are you two-timing me now, huh? What---" I stopped talking as she slapped me with teary eyes.

"What came into your mind to think of that, huh? Me?! I will do what your doing just before? Don't you dare me, Kim Taehyung!"

My fist tightened.

I gripped onto her arms and pulled her to my side.

"Let go of me!" she exclaimed.

Being myself, I didn't.

"Yah!" she exclaimed while trying to pull her arms.

Even though she's already complaining, I'm still urged to pull her towards me.

No, Yerin. No. You need to talk to me.

"Hey, your hurting her already," Jun tries to pull her other arm.

"What's your right to tell me that, huh? Leave us alone, you whore!"

I pulled Yerin again with more force.

"You don't even have the right also" Jun stated, trying to piss me off and pulled her arms towards his again.

"I am her boyfriend and I have the right to do so!" I looked at him intensely, showing him my superiority over him.

I look at Yerin. I saw the confusion on her face. She can't enter enter to the conversation.

Confused? What the hell? I should be the one she's choosing.

I am her boyfriend, why wouldn't she?