Rebel

What the hell just happened?

Sehun: (placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder) "Taehyung…?"

The sound of his name snapped him back to reality.

He blinked, shaking his head before brushing Sehun’s hand off.

Taehyung: "Let’s go."

But as he walked ahead, his mind was still stuck on the feeling of you in his arms.

And it annoyed him.

A lot.

Time Skip

Eunah: "What...?? You signed those papers? Aishh, Y/N... you shouldn’t have done it!" (She groaned, pacing back and forth, frustration evident in her voice.)

Y/N: "But I had no choice...! He showed me those clips of you ruining his car! He blackmailed me, Eunah... I had to do it..." (Your voice trembled slightly, a mix of frustration and helplessness washing over you.)

Eunah: "Damn it... what do we do now? We can't just let him control you!"

Y/N: "I don’t know... I’m just doing what he says for now..." (Your shoulders slumped as the weight of the situation pressed down on you.)

Eunah: "No, we have to think of a way out. We can't let him—"

Before she could finish, your phone rang, making you both jump slightly. You glanced at the screen and frowned—an unknown number. Hesitantly, you picked up.

Y/N: "Hello?"

A deep, arrogant voice echoed through the speaker.

Taehyung: "Hey, servant."

Your stomach twisted at the familiar voice.

Y/N: "Huh?! How did you get my number?!"

Taehyung: "Not your concern. Right now, I’m hungry. Bring me something good to eat. I’ll be waiting in the cafeteria." (And with that, he hung up.)

You stared at your phone, disbelief turning into irritation.

Y/N: "Ugh... he's such a pain in the ass!" (You stuffed your phone back in your pocket.)

Eunah: "What happened?"

Y/N: "He wants me to bring him food, like I’m his personal maid! He can get it himself, but no—he just loves making my life miserable!" (You huffed in frustration, crossing your arms.)

Eunah: "Calm down, Y/N. Let’s just go together. We skipped lunch too, remember? We might as well eat something."

Y/N: (Sighing) "Yeah... I guess I am hungry." (You pouted, patting your stomach.) "Alright, let’s go."

Cafeteria

The cafeteria was buzzing with chatter, though it wasn’t as crowded. Your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him.

Kim Taehyung.

Sitting with his friends, exuding an air of effortless dominance. His eyes met yours, and that irritating smirk curled his lips.

Y/N: (Scoffing to Eunah) "Why does he always smirk like an idiot?"

Eunah: "Ignore him, Y/N. Let’s just get our food."

You sighed and made your way to grab something for him first. The weight of the plate felt heavier in your hands, as if the burden of your current situation sat right there with the meal.

You approached his table, placing the plate in front of him without even looking at him.

Y/N: "Here. Your food." (Your tone was cold, detached.)

He leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table lazily.

Taehyung: "And water?"

You clenched your jaw, shooting him a glare before stomping off to get a bottle.

Minsoo: (Snorting) "Dude, since when do you eat cafeteria food?"

Taehyung: (Chuckling as he glanced at you returning) "Oh, do you really think I’m going to eat this? Please. This is just for entertainment."

You placed the water bottle on the table with a little more force than necessary.

Y/N: "Anything else?" (Your voice dripped with sarcasm.)

Taehyung: (Scoffing) "That’s enough... Ms. Servant."

Your fingers curled into fists, but you forced a tight-lipped smile before turning on your heel to walk away.

Unexpected Encounter

You barely picked up your spoon when the very voice you were trying to escape rang out again.

Taehyung: "I think we should eat together."

Your hand froze mid-air, spoon hovering over your food.

No... why is he here now?!

You stiffened as he casually sat beside you, placing his plate on the table. Eunah tensed beside you, while his friends settled in around the table.

Taehyung: (Smirking) "You apologized to me today, so I thought—why not share a meal? You know, to... strengthen our bond."

You knew something was off. He was up to something.

Your gut told you to leave, but your pride wouldn’t let you run away.

Taehyung: "Eat." (He gestured toward your plate.)

Your fingers hesitated over your spoon.

Then—

Taehyung: "Actually... I think I want you to have this instead."

Before you could react, he dumped his plate of food onto yours.

Your breath hitched.

Gasps echoed around the cafeteria as whispers started filling the air.

And then—

Taehyung: (Grinning as he reached for the water bottle) "Oh, wait. Maybe you need something to drink, too."

He poured the water over your food.

The moment felt slow, as the liquid soaked into the rice, turning it into a soggy, inedible mess.

Silence.

The cafeteria watched.

Laughter erupted from his friends, but it sounded distant to you. Your hands trembled, nails digging into your palms as anger surged through you. Eunah sat frozen beside you, her eyes flicking nervously between you and Taehyung.

Even Sehun seemed taken aback, his laughter faltering as he watched your reaction.

Taehyung smirked. He was waiting for you to snap.

But instead—

You stood up.

Y/N: (Voice low but firm) "Do you really think this is funny?"

The amusement in his eyes flickered.

Y/N: (Taking a step toward him, your gaze locked onto his) "You think you humiliated me? That this was my insult?"

He said nothing.

Y/N: (Scoffing, shaking your head) "No, Taehyung. You just insulted the food. The person who made it. The hard work that goes behind every meal we take for granted." (Your voice cracked slightly, but you kept going.)

The cafeteria had gone silent, all eyes fixed on you.

Y/N: (Softly but fiercely) "There are people out there who would kill for a single meal. Who don’t know when their next plate of food will come. And yet, here you are... wasting it for your amusement."

His smirk faltered.

Something flickered in his eyes—something unreadable.

Y/N: (Coldly) "I know you enjoy making my life hell. But next time, at least don’t disrespect something as valuable as food. Though, I guess expecting maturity from a spoiled brat like you was my mistake."

A breathless silence followed.

Eunah quickly grabbed your hand, sensing that the situation was escalating.

Eunah: "Y/N, let’s just go..." (She tugged at your arm, whispering urgently.) Sorry from her side..( she spoke to Taehyung).

You exhaled sharply, Eunah dragged you out from the cafeteria, your head held high.

The whispers started again.

But Taehyung...

He just sat there, frozen.

Your words hit him in a way he hadn’t expected.

He clenched his jaw, gripping the table as something unfamiliar twisted inside him.

Was it guilt?

Anger?

He didn’t know.

But one thing was clear—this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

____At the classroom____

As you entered the classroom with Eunah, your mind was still clouded with frustration. The moment you stepped inside, you turned to her, unable to contain your emotions any longer.

Y/N: "Why did you apologize to him? He was the one at fault!"

Your voice held a mix of anger and disbelief. You knew Taehyung was cruel, but Eunah apologizing to him? That didn't sit right with you.

Eunah let out a sigh, rubbing her temples as she looked at you with concern.

Eunah: "Y/N... do you really want to save me from him, or are you trying to become the next Mother Teresa?"

You frowned at her sarcastic remark, but before you could say anything, she continued.

Eunah: "Did you forget that you signed that contract with him? What if he does something dangerous with you because of what you said? And what about me. See, I'm not afraid but the way he did those things. I'm just worried a bit. "

Your stomach twisted in guilt. You had been so caught up in your emotions that you completely forgot about the contract—about the fact that he owned your choices now.

Y/N: "Aishh... Did I speak too much?" you muttered, pressing your fingers against your forehead.

Eunah leaned in slightly. "He looked furious back there."

Your heart sank. He did look angry—angrier than usual. You had blurted out everything without thinking. What if he decided to make things worse for you?

Y/N: "I screwed up... I should have controlled myself..." you whispered, scolding yourself.

Just then, the classroom door opened, and your professor walked in, cutting the conversation short.

Mrs. Kang: "Good evening, class."

Everyone greeted her in unison, the atmosphere shifting to something more serious.

Mrs. Kang: "I won’t be holding a full lecture today. I’m only here to assign your final project for the term. This assignment is due next week, and I expect every single one of you to submit it on time."

The weight of her words settled over the class, some students groaning while others hurriedly took notes.

Mrs. Kang: "Make sure to inform your classmates who aren’t here today as well."

You exchanged glances with Eunah, who sighed dramatically.

Eunah: "No way… another assignment?"

You chuckled lightly, trying to push aside your worries.

Y/N: "Don’t worry, I’ll help you with it."

Mrs. Kang handed out the topics and then left, allowing a murmur of relief to spread through the class.

Eunah stretched her arms and turned to you with a hopeful look. "Now that we’re free… how about we grab a coffee?"

Just as she reached for her bag, her phone rang. She quickly picked it up.

Eunah: "Yeah, Eomma?... What? Right now?"

Her expression changed into a mixture of surprise and urgency.

Eunah: "Okay, fine, I’m on my way."

She ended the call and looked at you apologetically.

Eunah: "Something urgent came up at the store. I have to go now."

You nodded, offering her a small smile. "It’s fine. Enjoy your weekend."

Eunah: "I’ll call you later!"

And with that, she rushed out of the classroom, leaving you standing there.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling exhaustion settle in. With no other plans for the evening, you grabbed your books and made your way toward the library, hoping some quiet time would help clear your mind.

But deep down, an uneasy feeling lingered.

Would Taehyung really let your outburst slide? Or had you just made things worse for yourself?

____At the library___

You walked towards a particular shelf, scanning for books related to your assignment. The library was silent except for the occasional rustling of pages and the faint tapping of shoes against the floor. Soon, you found a few books and pulled one out, flipping through the pages in search of ideas for your assignment layout.

Just as you were about to sit down on the floor, a sharp sting shot through your knee.

Y/N: "Ouch…!"

You winced, instinctively pulling your injured knee close to your chest. As you looked down, your eyes landed on the faint bloodstain on your jeans. The memory of the morning incident flashed in your mind—Taehyung making you fall on the ground… but also saving you when Stacey pushed you.

Your brows furrowed.

Y/N (thinking): "What was that? Why did he save me back then? Was it just an accident… or something else?"

To Be Continued...

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