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Met In Detention || KIM TAEHYUNG  by BaeTaeLay
Met In Detention || KIM TAEHYUNG
BaeTaeLay
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"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16
Need- k.t.h by AboveAndBeyond_
Need- k.t.h
AboveAndBeyond_
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Kim Taehyung was the first to touch me after it happened. I don't even know how I got here, honestly. The furthest back my memory goes is to about two years ago when I first arrived to Sheremont Academy. They say I was found in the front lot, outside the gates, and that I'm different from everyone else. I already knew that, just because of the way I look. The color of my hair, white as fresh snow and not a shade darker. Alabaster hair and obsidian eyes- so dark that I don't know where my iris ends and my pupil begins... Have you ever met anyone like that? I have never met anyone like him. He almost always has his ash brown hair parted down the middle, a sweatband pushed under his bangs in the front to show more of his beautiful face. The first time I met him, he stood frozen as he stared at me, the keys to my safety literally dangling from his fingers. WARNING: Contains foul language/sexual references. MATURE sexual content may be found in later chapters and is only suitable for those able to handle it. All Rights Reserved- do not copy or re-upload to a site other than Wattpad. Criminal penalties will fall to those who violate copyrights.