Servant

Taehyung: "In fact, she wants to kneel and show her sincerity in front of everyone."

Your heart stopped.

What?

Your breath caught in your throat. You looked at him, stunned. Shocked. Betrayed.

He wouldn't.

"Ms. Y/N, I'm waiting…" he drawled lazily, tilting his head. "Come on, just say it, and I'll forgive you. See? Everyone’s watching."

The world around you blurred. He was toying with you. The students, the laughter, the mocking gazes—all of it crashed into you at once. You had never felt this… small.

Tears burned the back of your eyes.

He… wanted you to kneel? In front of everyone?

Your pride screamed at you to refuse, to fight back. But your body felt frozen, paralyzed by the sheer humiliation.

When you didn’t move, Taehyung sighed dramatically. "Well… that’s sad. Fine. Take your time then." He turned away casually. "Let’s go, guys."

His words stung worse than a slap. He didn’t even care. This was nothing to him.

He walked away, his friends following, chuckling amongst themselves. You finally let out a shaky breath. Your fingers trembled as you tried to push yourself up—

SPLAT.

A cold, wet sensation spread across your shoulder.

You froze.

Your breath hitched.

Slowly, you turned your head.

Egg yolk.

It dripped from your sleeve onto the ground. A suffocating silence followed.

And then—

More.

Splat. Splat. Splat.

Eggs. Tomatoes. Everything.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your arms coming up to shield your face. The crowd laughed. Voices jeered. "Loser!" "Attention seeker!" "Cheap!"

You heard Taehyung's friends chuckling somewhere in the distance, watching. Enjoying.

Your throat tightened. Your chest ached. You wanted to disappear. To sink into the earth and never come back.

The last thing you saw before your vision blurred was Eunah, rushing towards you, her face twisted in anger and pain.

"Y/N!" She crouched down, hands gripping your shoulders. She looked helpless. Frustrated.

"I swear, those br@ts—I'll make them pay for this!"

But you weren’t listening.

Your hands trembled as you stared at the mess on your clothes, your heart hammering in your chest.

"W-what did I d-d-do?" Your voice was barely a whisper.

"Is this… because of the guitar? Or… something else?"

Your voice broke.

You had never felt this worthless.

___In the classroom ___

Jimin walked into the classroom, unaware of what had transpired earlier. The moment he stepped in, hushed whispers and murmurs reached his ears. His classmates were still buzzing about the humiliating scene that had unfolded—your humiliation at Taehyung’s hands. His jaw clenched as he overheard someone mention that a video had been recorded.

Jimin felt his blood boil. He always knew Taehyung had a reputation for being ruthless, but this? This was beyond anything he had imagined. His hands curled into fists as fury ignited inside him. Without a second thought, he stormed out of the class, determined to find him.

It didn’t take long.

______

At the back of the main campus, Taehyung and his friends were laughing amongst themselves, a cigarette lazily dangling from Taehyung’s lips. His smirk was enough to send Jimin into a rage. Without hesitation, Jimin strode up to him.
Jimin: "What the hell did you do to her?" His voice was sharp, his anger barely restrained.

The group of boys turned towards him, surprised at his bold approach.

Joel: "Jimin! Hey, man, you’re back! Come, join us!" He grinned, not sensing the storm in Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin: "I’m not here to join you." His tone was cold as his eyes locked onto Taehyung.

Taehyung exhaled, tossing his cigarette to the ground. His smirk widened. "Oh? So, you’re here to defend someone?" His voice was laced with mockery.

Jimin didn’t flinch.

Jimin: "You need to stop this. Stop your pathetic bullying before it goes too far." His words cut through the air, unwavering and fierce.

Taehyung’s expression darkened. "And if I don’t?" He stepped closer, testing Jimin’s resolve.

Jimin met his gaze without an ounce of fear. "Then take this as a warning." His voice was steady, filled with an unshakable conviction.

A tense silence filled the space. Jimin wasn’t backing down. After a moment, he turned and walked away, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with tension.

Taehyung’s smirk faltered as frustration settled in.

Taehyung: "Who the hell does he think he is? He’s not even part of our group, yet he dares to order me around?"

Minsoo: "Forget about him. He’s just acting all high and mighty."

Sehun: "But… he’s right. Maybe we should stop this."

Taehyung scoffed. His eyes gleamed with something dark. "Stop? No, Sehun. This is just the beginning. That girl isn’t getting away so easily." A sinister smirk played on his lips.

Meanwhile, you had finally changed out of your ruined clothes, swapping them for your spare sportswear. Your body still ached, your knee stung, but your pride hurt even more. You walked out of the university with Eunah beside you, feeling drained. You had skipped the rest of your classes—you just couldn’t face anyone right now.

But then, Eunah suddenly stopped in her tracks.

You frowned, following her gaze. She was staring at a row of sleek cars parked near the entrance.

Y/N: "What is it?"

Eunah didn’t answer. Instead, she marched straight towards one of the cars. You barely had time to react
before—

SPLAT!

A raw egg splattered across the windshield.

Your eyes widened in shock.

Y/N: "Eunah! What the hell are you doing?!"

She turned to you, her eyes burning with determination. "That bastard humiliated you, Y/N! I won’t let him get away with it!" She pulled another egg from her bag.

Y/N: "Wait—STOP! Are you crazy?!" You grabbed her wrist before she could throw another one.

She glared at you. "Why? Why are you stopping me? After what he did to you?! Don’t tell me you’re just going to let it go!"

Your lips trembled, emotions swirling inside you—anger, humiliation, exhaustion.

Y/N: "I’m furious, Eunah. I want to scream, I want to break things, but this? This won’t change anything. It’ll just make things worse!" Your voice cracked slightly.

Eunah clenched her fists. "But we can’t just do nothing!"

You exhaled shakily. "We won’t. But this isn’t the way. Let’s just go before someone sees us."

Her shoulders slumped in frustration, but after a long pause, she sighed heavily. "Fine. But don’t think I’m letting this slide. He’s going to pay for what he did."

You nodded, gripping her hand as you both hurried away from the scene. You could still feel the rage burning inside you, but for now, you kept it buried deep.

Because Taehyung had made a mistake.

And you wouldn’t let him win.

___Next Evening ___

You didn't go to university today. How could you? After everything that happened yesterday, the thought of stepping into that place again made your stomach churn. Eunah didn’t go either—she was just as shaken, though she tried not to show it.

Instead, you came straight to work, hoping the familiar routine would distract you. You changed into your uniform, took a deep breath, and moved to your counter. Just as you were about to start your shift, a voice called your name.

Y/N: "Hey, Ji-hwa... you called me?"

Ji-hwa: "Oh, yeah! Someone’s waiting for you over at the bar counter. He’s not a regular, but damn, he’s handsome! I don’t know if he’s your friend or something, but..." She smirked, lowering her voice. "Could you, like, get his number for me? I wouldn’t mind asking him out."

You forced a small smile and nodded, your mind already racing. Who could it be? You sighed and walked toward the bar, your heart thudding a little too fast.

As you got closer, you saw him—broad shoulders, casual posture, a glass lazily turning between his fingers. He sat there, perfectly at ease.

The moment he turned his head, your breath hitched.

Taehyung.

The smirk on his lips was unmistakable.

Taehyung: "Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour." He leaned back, tilting his head slightly. "By the way, they’re not paying you much here, are they? How exactly do you plan to compensate me for my guitar?" His eyes bore into yours.

Your fingers curled into fists.

Y/N: "That’s none of your business. And what the hell are you doing here? This is my workplace. Don’t you dare create a scene." Your voice was cold, but your pulse was anything but steady.

He chuckled, amused.

Taehyung: "A scene? Now, why would I do that?" He stood up slowly, stepping closer. "Though, now that you mention it, this place would be perfect for humiliating you. But don’t worry, that’s not what I want. Not yet."

Your nails dug into your palms.

Y/N: "What do you want from me?" Your voice wavered, but anger burned beneath your words. "Wasn’t yesterday enough for you?"

Taehyung: "Hmm…" He pretended to think, then grinned. "Nope. Not even close."

You clenched your jaw. "I don’t have time for this. Just leave." You turned away, but before you could take a step—

Taehyung: "And what if I don’t?" His voice dropped, a dangerous edge lacing his words.

You hesitated.

Y/N: "Then what do you want from me?" You hated how exhausted you sounded, like you were already defeated.

His smirk widened.

Taehyung: "That’s more like it. You’re coming with me. Now."

Your eyes widened. "What? No! I have work, I—"

He reached for a beer mug, gripping it with the clear intent to shatter it against the counter. Instinctively, you lunged forward, grabbing his wrist before he could throw it.

The realization hit too late—you were too close.

His breath fanned your face, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. For a fleeting second, something passed between you—something neither of you acknowledged.

His voice was low, teasing.

Taehyung: "Are you coming or not?"

You swallowed hard. You didn’t have a choice.

Y/N: "Fine."

You barely spoke as he led you outside, past the streets, past the familiar, into the unknown.

Finally, he stopped. A secluded spot, away from prying eyes.

You turned to face him.

Y/N: "Now tell me—what the hell do you want?"

He pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to you.

Your stomach dropped as you read the contents.

Your voice barely came out. "You… you can’t be serious."

Taehyung: "Oh, but I am." His tone was almost bored.

You shook your head. "No. I won’t sign this."

His lips curled into a dark smirk as he pulled out his phone. "I thought you might say that." He turned the screen toward you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

A video.

Eunah.

Smashing eggs against his car.

Your blood turned to ice.

Taehyung: "Now, Y/N…" His voice was mockingly sweet. "Do you really want her to suffer the consequences? Should I file a complaint? It’s a solid case, don’t you think?"

Y/N: "No… you can’t do this to her!" Your voice cracked, panic setting in.

His smirk deepened. "Oh, I can." He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with victory. "But… if you sign these papers, I’ll let it go. No charges. No debt for my guitar or my car. Just one simple condition."

He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung: "Be my servant, Y/N."

To Be Continued...

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