Taehyung: "Let’s see just how strong you really are."
His jaw tightened as his mind raced through the possibilities, each one more enticing than the last. The thought of you defying him, standing tall despite everything—oh, that only made the game more interesting.
His smirk deepened.
This was far from over.
___At your home___
As soon as you reached home after your part-time job, exhaustion weighed heavily on your body. You had no idea what was happening on the university’s social website. Your phone had been off the entire time.
The moment you entered your room, you quickly freshened up and collapsed onto your bed, hoping to drift into sleep. But no matter how much you tried, the events of the day refused to leave your mind.
The argument.
The locked door.
Taehyung.
Frustration bubbled up inside you as you sat up, staring out of the open window—the one you never closed. Your hands clenched into fists, recalling the way he had left you trapped in that room.
Y/N: "I know it was my mistake, but I apologized! I even offered to pay for his stupid guitar, and yet that arrogant brat still locked me inside!"
You groaned in frustration, yanking the blanket over your head and forcing yourself to lie down again.
Y/N: "Ugh, I’ll deal with him next time!"
But even after that declaration, sleep remained elusive.
Next Morning
The moment you stepped onto campus, an unsettling sensation washed over you. Whispers. Stares.
People weren’t just glancing at you; they were openly staring—some smirking, others whispering behind their hands as if you were some kind of spectacle.
Confusion crept in. You glanced down at your outfit. Is something wrong with my clothes? Did I spill something?
The stares grew more intense, and an unsettling feeling churned in your stomach. Your heart pounded as you sped up, desperate to reach your classroom and escape their gazes.
The moment you stepped inside, the murmurs didn’t stop. Instead, every pair of eyes locked onto you.
"Where were you last night?"
You turned at the familiar voice—Eunah. She hurried toward you, concern evident on her face.
Eunah: "I called you so many times, but your phone was off! I thought you wouldn’t come today!"
You blinked in confusion. Why wouldn’t I come today?
Y/N: "I’m sorry, Euni. Last night, I was—"
You hesitated, remembering Taehyung and the locked room. You wanted to tell her. You really did. But something held you back.
Y/N: "Forget it. But why would you think I wouldn’t come?"
Before Eunah could answer—
"You're so cheap, Y/N!"
A loud, sharp voice cut through the room, making you freeze.
Turning around, your eyes landed on Stacey, strutting toward you with her usual group of minions.
Stacey: "I didn’t think you’d be this shameless."
She stopped right in front of you, crossing her arms with a sneer.
Stacey: "How dare you lay your eyes on Taehyung?"
Your brows furrowed. What?
Stacey: "He’s mine! Don’t even think about going near him, or you’ll regret it."
Soohyun: "She even broke Taehyung’s guitar!"
Lia: "Obviously! She just wants attention."
You stood there, frozen, unable to process what was happening.
Stacey: "Let me tell you something, Y/N. If you think you can catch Taehyung’s attention that easily, you’re delusional. Just look at yourself."
Her eyes raked over you in disdain.
Stacey: "You’re not even worth being someone’s girlfriend."
Your breath hitched. Shock coursed through your veins.
Y/N: "What… are you talking about?"
Stacey scoffed, fists clenching as if your confusion only fueled her anger.
Stacey: "Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know!"
Before you could protest, Soohyun shoved her phone in front of your face.
Your blood ran cold.
There—on the screen—was a photo.
You and Taehyung.
Him beneath you.
Your lips pressed against his cheek.
The moment you tripped and fell on him—captured and spread across the entire campus.
Lia: "Now don’t tell us you didn’t know about these!"
Your fingers trembled as you took a step back, your mind reeling. No wonder everyone was staring at me… whispering about me…
Your throat tightened.
Eunah: "Y/N…"
She placed a hand on your shoulder, but you barely registered it.
Holding back the lump forming in your throat, you turned on your heel and bolted out of the room.
You needed to get out of there. Away from the whispers. The stares. The suffocating embarrassment clawing at your chest.
Eunah chased after you, calling your name, but you could barely hear her past the deafening thud of your heartbeat.
Here's a refined version with enhanced emotions, intensity, and a deeper sense of humiliation, anger, and frustration.
Humiliation. Rage. Betrayal.
You felt the weight of a hundred eyes burning into you, their whispers slicing through your already fragile composure. You wanted to disappear, to vanish from this nightmare, but your legs refused to move. As you turned to flee, desperate to escape the suffocating stares, you slammed into something—someone.
Your breath hitched. Taehyung.
He stood tall, blocking your path, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips. That smirk alone was enough for your blood to boil. The realization hit like a slap—he was behind this. He was the reason everyone was looking at you like that.
Taehyung: "See... I told you, you'd see the consequences." His voice was low, taunting.
Your fists clenched at your sides. Your nails dug into your palm, trying to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to spill out.
Y/n: "I'm not afraid of you… so keep these cheap tactics to yourself." Your voice was steady, but you could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by something darker—something dangerous.
His friends stiffened at your boldness, clearly not expecting you to talk back. Some of them even looked... impressed? But Taehyung? He wasn’t amused.
You turned to walk past him, your pride barely intact, but before you could take a step—a strong grip yanked your wrist.
Y/n: "Yah! Let go!" You struggled, trying to pry his fingers off, but his hold was like iron.
Without a word, he dragged you forward. Gasps erupted from the onlookers. Your classmates rushed out, watching in shock as Taehyung forcefully led you toward the center of the campus ground. Eunah, Stacey, and the entire crowd followed.
The moment you reached the small stage in the middle of the campus, he shoved you away. The force sent you stumbling, your knees hitting the hard floor. A sharp pain shot through your left knee as the fabric of your jeans scraped against your bruised skin.
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
You bit your lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing your tears.
Taehyung crouched slightly, looking down at you, his shadow looming over you. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.
Taehyung: "So you're not afraid of me? You should be."
The words cut deeper than you'd like to admit. Your throat tightened, your vision blurred, but you swallowed back the lump. You wouldn’t break. Not in front of him.
The students circled around, their eager gazes watching the scene unfold like a live drama. You heard whispers. Some pitied you. Some enjoyed the spectacle.
And then he spoke again.
Taehyung: "Hey guys, you all know what happened yesterday, right?" His voice was loud, clear, meant to humiliate. Meant to destroy.
Taehyung: "Ms. Min Y/N here broke my guitar… and didn’t even bother to apologize."
Gasps. Snickers. Whispers.
Your nails dug into your palm. He was lying. You DID say sorry. You even offered to pay for it!
Taehyung: "But today… she told me she regrets it. That she wants to apologize properly." His smirk widened.
Taehyung: "In fact, she wants to kneel and show her sincerity in front of everyone."
To Be Continued...
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