Taehyung: Now it's time to play with our new toy…
Sehun hesitated, glancing at the smirking faces of his friends.
Sehun: "Taehyung… she's a girl. We never cross that line."
Taehyung’s jaw clenched. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable—rage, amusement, and something far more dangerous.
Taehyung: "Huh…? You think I care about that? I don’t see a girl. I see someone who dared to mess with me. And I don’t let things go, Sehun."
A slow smirk curved his lips as he tilted his head toward his friends. One by one, their grins mirrored his, except for Sehun, who sighed, knowing Taehyung had already made up his mind.
~Meanwhile, in the Classroom~
You rushed into the classroom, your breath unsteady, heart still pounding from the earlier incident. Your hands were trembling as you clutched your phone. You barely processed your surroundings as you sank into your seat.
Eunah entered a moment later, dropping into the seat beside you.
Eunah: "Yah, I’m sorry for ditching you in the library!" she pouted, nudging you lightly.
But you didn’t respond. Your mind was still replaying the moment—his intense gaze, the way your body had pressed against his, the way time had seemed to slow when you locked eyes.
Eunah frowned, sensing your distraction. She gently placed a hand on your shoulder.
Eunah: "Hey… you okay? What’s wrong?"
You opened your mouth to tell her, but before you could, the professor entered, silencing the chatter in the classroom. You swallowed your words, forcing yourself to focus.
Just then, a staff member entered and whispered something to the professor. A strange feeling crept over you. The professor’s gaze landed on you.
Professor: "Y/N."
You froze as he called your name. Slowly, you stood up, your stomach twisting.
Professor: "The Dean wants to see you in his office."
A collective gasp spread through the room. Your pulse spiked as you turned your head, only to see Stacey sitting at the back—smirking.
Whispers broke out around you.
"She’s done for."
"Did she get expelled?"
"She must have broken some rule!"
Eunah grabbed your hand under the desk, squeezing it.
Eunah: "Don’t worry. I’m with you."
You nodded, inhaling deeply. With trembling hands, you grabbed your bag and stepped out of the classroom, ignoring the stares burning into your back.
As you made your way through the hall, your mind raced. Why would the Dean call me? Is it about Taehyung? Did someone see what happened?
Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when someone abruptly grabbed your wrist and yanked you into an empty room.
Your gasp was muffled as a strong hand clamped over your mouth.
Eyes wide, you looked up—and your breath hitched.
Taehyung.
His face was unreadable, but the fire in his eyes was unmistakable.
Your back hit the cold wall as he leaned in slightly, his presence overwhelming. His friends were standing a few feet away, watching with dark amusement.
Slowly, he removed his hand from your mouth, but the moment you opened it to speak—
Y/N: "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go—"
A sharp chuckle escaped Joel.
Joel: "She’s got some fight in her."
Minsoo: "Yeah, but I wonder how long that’ll last."
Your stomach twisted. Something about their words sent a shiver down your spine.
You turned back to Taehyung, summoning every ounce of courage.
Y/N: "What do you want? Why am I here?"
Taehyung exhaled dramatically before turning to his friends.
Taehyung: "I think I need some privacy."
His friends exchanged knowing smirks before nodding and stepping out, closing the door behind them.
Silence.
Your heartbeat thundered as Taehyung placed his hand against the wall beside your head, caging you.
Taehyung: "So sad… but you can’t leave just yet."
Your fists clenched.
Y/N: "What do you want from me?!"
A slow, taunting smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in just enough to make your breath hitch.
Taehyung: "Shh…" he whispered, his voice like silk laced with venom.
Your eyes fluttered shut as he inched closer, but just when you thought he was going to… do something—he pulled back, holding up his guitar case.
His expression darkened.
Taehyung: "See this?" He turned the case slightly, revealing the damage. The strings were snapped. The wood was cracked. "This was my favorite guitar. And thanks to you, it’s ruined."
Guilt surged through you, but you squared your shoulders.
Y/N: "I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! But if you want, I’ll pay for the repair—just tell me the cost!"
A cruel laugh escaped him.
Taehyung: "You think you can fix this with money?" His tone dripped with amusement. "This isn’t just any guitar. It’s custom-made. Irreplaceable."
You swallowed, heart hammering.
Y/N: "Then… what do you want?"
Taehyung tilted his head, his smirk deepening.
Taehyung: "That’s the real question, isn’t it?" He paused, dragging out the moment, letting the tension coil tighter.
And then—
Taehyung: "You’ll pay me back, Y/N. But on my terms."
Your breath caught.
Y/N: "What… do you mean?"
He leaned in again, voice dropping to a whisper.
Taehyung: "From now on… you belong to me."
To Be Continued…
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