Taehyung: Be My Servant, Y/N...
His words sent a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought you had misheard him.
Y/N: "Are you insane? Did you really just say that? Me? Your servant? That’s impossible in this lifetime!" you almost yelled, disbelief and fury lacing your voice.
Taehyung simply smirked, tilting his head slightly as if amused by your reaction.
Taehyung: "So you’d rather have me file a police complaint against Eunah for vandalizing my car?"
Your fists clenched involuntarily. You looked down for a second, trying to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way out.
Y/N: "Why?" your voice softened, laced with exhaustion. "Why do you want me to be your servant? Is this really about the damn guitar?"
Taehyung chuckled, low and taunting, before stepping closer. You held your ground, unwilling to show weakness. His proximity was suffocating, his scent—earthy and expensive—clouding your senses.
Taehyung: "Oh, you’re desperate to know, aren’t you?" His voice was dangerously smooth, laced with venom. "Fine. Listen carefully, Ms. Loser. From the very moment I saw you, I hated you."
His words cut through you like shards of ice.
Taehyung: "I despise people who dare to stand in my way, who act like they’re untouchable. And you? You dared to talk back. You should’ve apologized and stepped aside, but instead, you showed me attitude. Me." His eyes darkened. "No one crosses Kim Taehyung and walks away unscathed. So now, I’ll make sure to crush that arrogance of yours."
Your heart pounded in your chest. This wasn’t just about the guitar or the car. This was about his pride. His twisted, uncontested dominance over everything in his life.
Y/N: "So this is about your ego?" you spat, taking a step back.
Taehyung: "Pride," he corrected with a smirk. "Ego is for the weak. I’m just reminding you of your place."
You swallowed hard. He was toying with you, enjoying the way you fought back even when you had no real power in this situation.
Taehyung: "You don’t have a choice, Ms. Loser. Either you sign those papers and become my servant, or I make your life a living hell."
Silence stretched between you. Your mind raced, thinking about Eunah, about her struggling family. If he went through with this, if he pressed charges, what would they do? This wasn’t just about you anymore.
You inhaled sharply, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.
Y/N: "She made a mistake… Please, just give her a chance."
Taehyung: "Oh, don’t worry. I am." He smirked. "This contract is her chance. Sign it, and I won’t ruin her life. That’s a fair deal, don’t you think?"
He pulled out a pen and extended it toward you.
Taehyung: "It’s simple. You do what I say. No disobedience, no defiance. Whenever I call, you come, no matter where you are. And the most important rule? You never, ever oppose me."
The weight of his words pressed against your chest like a suffocating force. He had already tracked you down, found your workplace, and proven he could make your life miserable with ease. If you refused now… who knew what he would do next?
Your fingers trembled as you reached for the pen. Your vision blurred, a single tear slipping down your cheek as you bent down to pick it up.
Taehyung’s smirk widened.
Taehyung: "Smart choice, Ms. Servant."
His voice dripped with mockery as he snatched the signed papers from your hands. He scanned them briefly, satisfied.
Taehyung: "I’ll be generous today. You’re free for the night. Enjoy it while you can, because starting tomorrow, you belong to me."
You stayed silent, lost in the chaos of your thoughts.
Taehyung: "Got it?"
His voice snapped you out of your daze. You looked up, eyes glistening, and nodded weakly.
For a moment, just a fleeting second, something flickered in his gaze. A strange heaviness settled between you both. He had expected defiance, more fire—yet now, seeing you so defeated, something in him shifted.
He didn’t like it.
He clenched his jaw and turned abruptly, walking away.
As he reached his car, he paused, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.
Taehyung (muttering to himself): "What the hell just happened to me? Why do I feel…" He exhaled sharply. "Get a grip, Taehyung. No one affects you. No one."
His eyes darkened.
Taehyung: "Tomorrow, Y/N… Tomorrow, you’ll learn exactly who Kim Taehyung really is."
With that, he drove off into the night, leaving you standing in the cold, your heart sinking into the abyss of the unknown.
At Your Home
Placing your bag on the bed, you sat at the edge, lost in your thoughts. The weight of today's events pressed down on your chest like an invisible force, making it hard to breathe.
Y/N: "What will happen to me from tomorrow? My freedom isn’t mine anymore... How am I supposed to handle this? This isn’t what I came here for..."
Your voice barely came out as a whisper, cracking with the emotions you had been holding back. You wiped away the tears threatening to spill, forcing yourself to lie back, staring at the ceiling.
Y/N: "He wants to see me broken... He wants me to cry... But no! I won’t give him that satisfaction. If he thinks he can control me, he’s wrong. I may not win every battle, but I won’t bow down that easily. I just have to stay calm… Please, God, help me get through this."
Clenching your fists, you closed your eyes, swallowing your fears in silence.
The Next Day
You were running late for class, hurriedly making your way through the corridor when suddenly—someone blocked your path.
You halted and looked up—only to meet the cold, piercing gaze of Kim Taehyung.
Taehyung: "Oh, hi there, Ms. Servant… where do you think you’re going?"
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat and forced yourself to respond.
Y/N: "To class."
Taehyung: "Ah… class. Alright then, you can go."
He stepped aside.
Your eyes widened in surprise. Was he… letting you go?
You hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly and stepping forward—only to suddenly feel your body lurch forward.
With a sharp thud, you hit the cold ground.
Pain shot through your knee as the familiar sting of an old wound reopening made you wince. The laughter of Taehyung and his friends rang in your ears, echoing like a cruel melody of humiliation.
Tears welled up in your eyes, but you bit the inside of your cheek, forcing them back. No. You wouldn’t cry. Not in front of him.
Taehyung crouched down slightly, his smirk never fading.
Taehyung: "Did you really think I’d let you attend today’s first class so easily? Hah, no way, Ms. Servant. Now listen carefully—this is your first task."
Your fists clenched, trembling with suppressed anger as he handed you your ‘assignment’—one that made your entire body stiffen in shock.
Taehyung: "Consider this payback. You should’ve done it before, but better late than never. Now go, and show me some sincerity, hmm?"
With a mocking chuckle, he turned toward his classroom, but for a brief second—just a fraction of a moment—his eyes flickered toward your knee. The stain of blood on your uniform.
He didn't say anything. Didn't react. Just looked away and walked off, leaving you behind.
Your heart burned with frustration. You wanted to scream at him. To fight back. But instead, you stood up, brushing the dust off your clothes, and turned toward the university’s radio station room.
At the University Radio Station
You knocked on the door, hesitant but determined. A voice called out, “Come in,” and you stepped inside.
The room smelled of old paper and equipment. In front of you, a student was adjusting sound levels, his eyes lifting to meet yours with curiosity.
???: "Hey, do you need something?"
You took a deep breath, gripping the edge of your sleeve.
Y/N: "Yeah… I need to make an announcement."
The student raised an eyebrow.
???: "An announcement? About what?"
You hesitated for a moment before answering.
Y/N: "An apology."
The boy’s eyes lit up with recognition.
???: "Wait… you’re that girl, right? The one from the site a few days ago? Hwang Y/N?"
Your stomach twisted slightly. You hated how easily people remembered.
???: "Oh, sorry! I’m Han Jisung, head of the station and also the university’s radio jockey. You must have heard my voice before!"
He grinned, clearly eager to make conversation, but you weren’t in the mood.
Y/N: "Yeah. Can I use the mic now?"
Jisung blinked at your bluntness but nodded.
Jisung: "Sure. Go ahead."
You took a seat in front of the mic, hands slightly trembling. This wasn’t just an apology—it was public humiliation, another way for Taehyung to crush your pride.
You took a deep breath.
It’s just an apology. No one loses anything by saying sorry… just do it.
Your fingers curled into your lap as you pressed the mic button.
Y/N: "H-Hello…"
Your voice cracked slightly.
No. Don't stutter.
You forced yourself to push through.
Y/N: "Good morning, everyone. This is Hwang Y/N speaking. I… I’m here to apologize—to everyone, and especially to Kim Taehyung."
You clenched your fists, forcing yourself to continue.
Y/N: "A few days ago, certain… pictures were uploaded to the university’s website, causing unnecessary controversy. Though I had no hand in it, I take responsibility for the embarrassment it caused. I sincerely apologize to the university, the faculty, and most importantly—to Kim Taehyung—for any inconvenience. I regret the situation and hope to make amends. Thank you for your time."
You exhaled sharply, turning off the mic. Your hands were cold. You hated every second of that.
Jisung, who had been watching the entire time, looked at you in awe.
Jisung: "That… was kind of incredible."
You raised an eyebrow.
Jisung: "I mean, despite everything, you just handled that so gracefully. Taehyung humiliated you, but look—you just turned it around. You spoke with dignity. That’s not weakness, Y/N… that’s strength."
You barely registered his words. You just wanted to leave.
Y/N: "I have to go to class."
You stood up, but just as you turned, Jisung's voice stopped you.
Jisung: "Wait—Y/N, your knee… it’s bleeding."
You glanced down. The blood had started to seep through the fabric of your uniform.
Y/N: "It’s just a stain. Don’t worry about it."
With that, you walked out.
Behind you, Jisung sighed, watching your retreating figure.
Jisung (to himself): "She’s so careless about herself… no wonder I keep worrying about her."
His fingers lightly tapped against the table as he stared at the mic.
Jisung: "Kim Taehyung… I don’t know what your deal is with Y/N, but I don’t like it. Not one bit."
And for the first time in a while, a small, protective resolve formed in Jisung’s heart.
After Class – The Hallway
Minsoo smirked as he walked beside Taehyung, shaking his head in amusement.
Minsoo: "She's intelligent, isn't she, Taehyung?"
Taehyung didn't respond, his jaw tightening.
Sehun: "Yeah… She knows how to slip out of situations where most people would crumble. You really thought she'd break, huh?"
Joel let out a low whistle.
Joel: "Honestly, I thought she wouldn't dare, but she surprised me. That was impressive."
Minsoo chuckled, nudging Sehun.
Minsoo: "For the first time, someone has the guts to stand against Taehyung without fear. I like her spirit."
Taehyung stopped abruptly, his hands clenching into fists. His patience was thinning.
Taehyung: "Enough." His voice was low but sharp. "She didn't do anything special."
Sehun leaned closer, watching Taehyung’s reaction with curiosity.
Sehun: "Oh, but you can’t ignore the way everyone’s talking about her. Even the professors were impressed by how she handled the situation. It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone talk back to you like that."
Taehyung’s lips curled into a dark smirk, though his eyes burned with frustration.
Taehyung: "She’s my servant now. And you guys don’t worry—I know exactly how to handle her. Confidence can be broken. Just wait and watch."
He turned forward again, but his footsteps came to a halt when his gaze landed on you.
---The Confrontation---
You were walking down the hallway, lost in your own thoughts, unaware of the group ahead. But before you could pass, someone stepped into your path.
It was Stacey, her arms crossed, her eyes filled with venom. Her minions flanked her like guards, their smirks matching hers.
Stacey: "Oh, look who it is—Ms. Fearless."
You barely spared her a glance, stepping past her without a word.
That made her blood boil.
Stacey: "That b!tch—" she sneered before pushing you roughly from behind.
You stumbled, the floor tilting beneath you as you lost balance—
But before you could hit the ground, an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest.
A familiar scent enveloped you.
Your breath caught.
Your hands instinctively gripped onto the fabric of his shirt, your heartbeat pounding as you realized who had caught you.
Taehyung.
His grip on your waist tightened, his own body frozen as his dark eyes met yours.
For the first time, there was no mockery in his gaze. No amusement. Just a flicker of something unfamiliar—something neither of you could name.
A spark.
A moment too long.
A silence too heavy.
Then, as if snapping out of a trance, you stepped back, breaking the eye contact.
Y/N: "Sorry."
Your voice was quiet, controlled, before you quickly turned and walked past him, eager to escape whatever had just happened.
Stacey’s jaw clenched, her face twisting with anger as she watched the scene unfold.
Stacey: "I’ll teach her a lesson soon. Let’s go, girls."
She stormed off in the opposite direction, but Taehyung remained standing there.
His hands still tingled from where he had held you.
His heart still pounded.
What the hell just happened?
To Be Continued...
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