Switch the Rewritten || taekook (ON HOLD)

3. A Little Party

There's little smut here. Only a paragraph so I won't be putting the star, but this is just a quick warning.

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Taehyung

School eventually came to an end. I decided to leave before the bell, five hours before the bell to be precise. I was aware of the wrongs in my actions, as I've been told multiple times about this matter.

One would never believe me if I said I tried— tried to be as perfect as the edges of an emerald. Letting the light reflect naturally with a beautiful rainbow, however the ore wasn't good enough, it was never enough. The diamond would always beat it, in both beauty and power.

I felt a notification go off in my pocket, my phone vibrate against my thigh. My hand brought out the device to read the texts when pasted on the screen:

slut #76: Are you here yet?

TH: Open your door
and see for yourself

Almost immediately after I pressed send, the door to a house flew open. I looked up to see a girl squeal as she made her way to me. "Taehyungie!"

"Hey. . ." I hesitated due to forgetting her name. Was it Jihyo? No, Jisoo. Shit no that's a different person.

". . .Babe." I saved myself as I sighed out of relief.

"Let's go in, we'll be home alone for about an hour," the girl smirked as she pressed her sharp acrylic nails into my forearm. "It's a good thing we live close by, mm?"

I winced at the pain before she loosening her tight grip. "Yeah, let's get right into it."

One could call it a stress-reliever, in my case that is. I was well aware that my actions were merely wrong— dumping a girl after a good time in bed. What else would one expect from me, to fall in love in a relationship?

Such a word never ceased to exist.

It was only one person who had a problem with my lifestyle, the brunette who would scoff at my choices. If only he'd known what shit I had to go through, he's too immaculate to understand. He disgusted me, always excelling— his parents must be grateful to have him.

Jungkook had it easy, which irritated me. His awestruck figure, along with his doe-eyes. Lips tinted with a blushed pink, a mole right under his bottom lip to add a hint. His were grades well above average, or so he was. Mediocre, a good boy.

I ground my teeth together as I thought about my hatred towards the younger. If it were to be him to replace me in my family, I doubt my parents would treat him the same way.

They'd treat him with royalty, proud to know he didn't end up as a failure.

A failure like me.

We walked into her marbled house, glass displayed with little yet expensive statues as decoration. There was a family painting hanging on the wall: her mother, father, her brother and her. The looks on their faces expressed rich, just money.

That's what everyone wants in this community anyway.

Just then a pair of lips crashed on mine, soft— but not appetizing. Perhaps I grew sick of her. Shaking my thoughts away, I drew my hands to her waist and held her tight as I inserted my tongue in her mouth. Her nails dug into my skull as she moaned lewdly, rubbing herself against my crotch. She jumped and wrapped her legs around me while I held her butt, walking into her room as our lips connected.