tlimagines
Love didn't knock on the door when it came to me in the form of a 23-year-old brooding boy, it just barged in.
"Tell me that you love me", he said as he closed in on the distance between us.
"I am your teacher Taehyung! This isn't right", I say in a desperate attempt to push him away.
"Does it look like I care?", he says in his signature arrogant tone.
"That's the issue with you. You never care. You are so entitled to getting what you want!", I shout.
"Don't pretend like you don't feel the same way that I do".
"I don't", I say with whatever resistance is left in me and tip my chin up.
Taehyung looks straight at me. His eyes baring my soul. Jaw ticked. And then his lips curl up in a smirk. That same devilish smirk that had me weak in my knees.
"Then tell me that you don't want this", and his lips crashes onto mine.