Y/N: (Voice steady) "I’m sorry, Professor Kang. I didn’t do my assignment."
The classroom went silent.
Jimin’s eyes widened in shock.
Taehyung’s heart stopped.
Mrs. Kang: (Frowning) "Y/N, you knew how important this assignment was. How could you be so careless?"
Y/N: (Bowing slightly) "I’m sorry, Professor Kang."
Mrs. Kang: (Coldly) "Sorry isn’t enough. You disappointed me, Y/N. As punishment, you will run 10 laps around the main playground. Without stopping."
Gasps filled the room.
Even Taehyung’s face paled. That playground was huge.
Jimin clenched his fists, about to protest—
But you spoke first.
Y/N: (Calmly) "Understood, Professor."
Taehyung’s stomach twisted.
You grabbed your bag and walked out without looking back.
He couldn’t breathe.
He felt like someone had just punched him in the chest.
Jimin stood abruptly, slamming his assignment on the desk before heading toward the door.
Mrs. Kang: "Jimin! Where are you going?"
Jimin turned, shooting one last glare at Taehyung before answering,
Jimin: "For me, this class is over."
And with that, he left.
Taehyung just sat there, gripping the assignment you gave him.
For the first time, he felt something unfamiliar.
Guilt.
And it burned.
Here’s a refined version of your scene with more depth, emotions, and intensity:
Jimin rushed toward the ground, his eyes scanning desperately until he spotted you running on the tracks. His heart clenched at the sight of you, pushing yourself beyond your limit. Without a second thought, he sprinted toward you, falling into pace beside you.
Jimin: "Y/N!" he called breathlessly, his voice laced with concern.
Y/n (You turned slightly, eyes widening in surprise): "Jimin…? What are you doing here?"
Jimin(His gaze darkened): "Why did you do that, Y/N? Why did you sacrifice your assignment for Taehyung?!" His voice wavered between frustration and pain. "Why do you always let him walk over you? Why do you let him take whatever he wants from you? Tell me! What’s going on between you two?"
Your chest tightened. Jimin and Taehyung were enemies. Telling him the truth would only fuel his anger, and knowing Jimin, he wouldn’t just sit back—he’d fight for you. But that’s exactly what terrified you. If Taehyung found out, he wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate. And you couldn’t let Jimin get hurt because of you.
So you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a smile.
Y/n: "It’s nothing, Jimin. I owed him. I was just paying him back for the guitar, remember? That’s all. And don’t worry—I’ll redo my assignment."
Jimin narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable.
Jimin: "You’re lying."
Y/n (You turned away): "Jimin, trust me. I’m okay. I wouldn’t lie to you."
He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident.
Jimin: "Fine. I’ll trust you." But his voice softened. "But stop running. You know you can’t finish ten rounds without taking a break."
You shook your head, determination hardening your features.
Y/n: "I can at least try, can’t I?" Your pace quickened. "So just go. Let me finish my punishment."
Jimin’s fingers twitched, aching to grab your wrist and stop you.
Jimin: "Y/N, please—"
Y/n: "Please, Jimin!" Your voice cracked. "Just let me do this!"
He skidded to a stop, watching helplessly as you ran ahead. He shut his eyes, his heart aching in his chest. When he opened them again, a small, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips.
Jimin: "Y/N… I can lose against you. But I don’t think I can afford to lose you."
What he didn’t know was that someone else had heard him.
A few feet behind, Taehyung stood frozen. His jaw clenched as he processed Jimin’s words. His hands curled into fists. His heart pounded, an unfamiliar anger surging through his veins.
Taehyung: "Y/N!"
His voice echoed through the air like a sharp blade cutting through silence.
You halted in your tracks. Your body stiffened.
Jimin turned to face him, his expression unreadable.
You sighed. You didn’t need this right now.
So you did the only thing you could.
You ran again.
But Taehyung wasn’t going to let you escape.
He dropped his bag and bolted toward you. Jimin stood there, stunned, as he watched Taehyung chase after you.
Taehyung: "Yah! Stop running!" He shouted. He maneuvered in front of you, blocking your path.
You dodged him and kept going.
He had enough.
In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you to a stop.
You spun around, your breath ragged. And then, without thinking, you yanked your hand away.
Y/n: "What is your problem, Taehyung?!" Your voice trembled with raw emotion. "Why can’t you just leave me alone?! I did what you wanted! I suffered, just like you wanted! What more do you want from me?!"
Taehyung’s expression darkened.
Y/n: "Is this fun for you?" Your voice cracked, your vision blurring with unshed tears. "Hurting people? Making them suffer? Blackmailing them? Is this just another joke to you?!"
He flinched.
Your chest aching with a mix of fury and despair.
Y/n: "So just leave me alone, Kim Taehyung!" You turned and ran, faster than before, as if trying to outrun the pain clawing at your heart.
And with that, you turned and ran, leaving him standing there, his chest tightening with something he didn’t understand.
Taehyung stood frozen, your words slicing through him like knives. Guilt twisted in his gut, suffocating him. His mind flashed back to last night—how you had spent hours working on his assignment, sacrificing your rest, your time. And what had he done? He had torn it apart. Just like that. Without a second thought.
He looked down, his hands trembling.
"Seriously…"
A voice broke through his daze, sharp and cutting.
Jimin.
Taehyung looked up, only to find Jimin’s glare burning into him.
Jimin: "Why did you even come here, Taehyung?" Jimin’s voice dripped with disgust. "Was ruining her assignment not enough? You had to come watch her break, too?"
Taehyung (his jaw tightened): "And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" His voice was low, threatening.
Jimin (didn’t back down): "I don’t need to be anyone. But Y/N isn’t your toy. Whatever twisted game you’re playing, stop it before you regret it."
Taehyung let out a humorless chuckle.
Taehyung: "Regret? You think I’m scared of you?" He took a step closer.
Jimin smirked, mirroring his step.
Jimin: "Then let’s see how fearless you are."
Fists clenched, bodies tense, they stood inches apart, ready to throw the first punch.
But before either of them could move—
Y/n: "Wh-what are you guys doing?!"
Your breathless voice snapped them out of it.
They turned to you, both stunned. You were gasping for air, sweat dripping down your face. And then, suddenly, you stilled. Your fingers grazed your nose, feeling something warm. When you pulled them away—
Red.
Blood.
Your nose was bleeding.
Jimin’s eyes widened in horror.
Jimin: "Y/N—"
Taehyung’s entire body went rigid.
Your vision blurred, dizziness washing over you like a tidal wave. The world spun, your limbs went weak, and before you could do anything—
You collapsed.
Taehyung: "Y/N!"
Jimin was by your side in an instant, shaking you, but you didn’t respond.
Taehyung reached out, panic surging through him, but Jimin shot him a deadly glare.
Jimin: "Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Her." Jimin’s voice was cold, laced with venom. "This is because of you. Stay the hell away from her."
Taehyung flinched, the weight of his actions crashing down on him.
Without another word, Jimin scooped you up in his arms and rushed toward the medical room, leaving Taehyung standing there—frozen, guilt-stricken, utterly powerless.
"Taehyung."
He barely registered the voice until Sehun and Joel appeared beside him.
Joel studied him for a moment.
Joel: "You good?"
Taehyung barely nodded. "Y/N…" He exhaled shakily, guilt clawing at his chest.
Sehun( crossed his arms): "You should apologize to her."
Taehyung stiffened.
Joel (chuckled): "Apologize? Please. Since when does Taehyung Kim apologize?"
Sehun ignored him.
Sehun: "Also… be honest with yourself, Taehyung. Do you like her?"
Taehyung’s head snapped up.
Taehyung: "What?"
Joel (scoffed): "Come on, Sehun. Taehyung and Y/N? No way. She’s not his type. You know Taehyung likes bold girls—not someone like her."
But Taehyung wasn’t listening.
His mind raced with unspoken thoughts, a thousand emotions crashing inside him.
Did he like you?
Why did you affect him so much?
Why couldn’t he control himself when it came to you?
Why… did it hurt so much to see you break?
Midnight
Sleep refused to come.
You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts a whirlwind of frustration and exhaustion. Your pillow was damp with silent tears.
Y/n: "What did I ever do to you, Taehyung…?" you whispered into the darkness. Your voice broke. "I can’t keep doing this. My strength… it’s running out. I can’t focus on my studies. I feel so alone. I can’t tell anyone."
Your fingers curled into the sheets.
Y/n: "What do I do now…?"
The sudden ringing of your phone startled you.
You hesitated before checking the caller ID.
Jimin.
Your brows furrowed. "Jimin? It’s 12:21 AM…"
You swiped to answer.
Y/n: "Hey, Jimin… why are you calling so late?"
His voice was quiet yet firm.
Jimin: "Y/N… can you come downstairs?"
Your stomach twisted.
Y/n: "Downstairs?" You got up and peeked through your window. Sure enough, Jimin stood near the main gate of your apartment building.
Jimin: "Yeah. I’m waiting."
Y/n: "Why are you here?"
Jimin: "Just come, Y/N. Please."
Y/n (sighed): "Fine. I’m coming."
Quickly, you wiped your tears, trying to look normal. Jimin came here earlier in the evening to make sure you were safe. As you stepped outside from your apartment building, Jimin turned to face you, something unreadable in his gaze.
Jimin: "Hey," he greeted softly.
Y/n: "Jimin… why are you here so late?"
He hesitated for a moment before holding out a file.
Your breath hitched. You recognized it instantly.
Professor Kang’s assignment.
Jimin: "Submit it tomorrow," he said, his voice gentle.
Your fingers trembled as you took it.
Y/n: "Jimin… you made this?"
He nodded with a small smile.
Your throat tightened.
Y/n: "I can’t take this. I’ll redo mine—"
Jimin: "Y/N." His voice held a quiet plea. "You don’t have time. You need rest. I know it’s not as good as yours, but I tried my best. Please… just submit it tomorrow."
Your eyes burned.
Y/n: "But Jimin, I—"
Jimin: "If you see me as your friend… please take it."
Silence.
Then, finally, you exhaled shakily and held the file closer to your chest.
Y/n: "Okay… I’ll take it. Thank you. Thank you so much, Jimin."
In a rare moment of vulnerability, you stepped forward and hugged him.
Jimin froze for a second before wrapping his arms around you, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jimin: "Y/N… I’ll always be here. If anything ever bothers you, tell me. Don’t carry everything alone. You have me. Don’t forget that."
His words seeped into your heart, melting away a fraction of the loneliness that had been eating you alive.
You nodded against his shoulder before pulling away.
Jimin (smiled): "Get some rest, okay? Go inside."
You returned his smile.
Jimin: "You should go too."
Y/n: "I will. But you go first."
Y/n (sighed): "Fine. Good night, Jimin."
Jimin:"Good night, Y/N."
As you disappeared inside, Jimin turned and walked toward his car.
Neither of you noticed the dark figure watching from a distance.
Taehyung.
He had been standing there for two hours, debating whether to climb through your window and apologize. But then… he saw you hug Jimin.
Now, sitting in his car, his grip tightened around the steering wheel.
His jaw clenched.
Taehyung: "Why did she hug him? What did he say to her? Is something going on between them?"
His heart twisted, anger and confusion colliding inside him.
Taehyung: "Damn it." He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.
Taehyung: "Why is this so frustrating?"
Next Day
Jisung informed you that the tour announcement had already been made yesterday. He also wanted your help with a few more things related to the tour, but you refused—you simply didn’t have the time. While everyone else was excitedly shopping and planning for the trip, you were here, in the quiet solitude of the library, buried in preparations for your finals.
Eunah and Jimin had tried to convince you to join them, but you stood your ground. Unbeknownst to you, Jimin had dropped his plans for the tour because of you, and Eunah had followed suit. But you had no idea… you were too focused on your studies to notice the sacrifices they made.
As your eyes scanned the bookshelf, searching for a particular book, they finally landed on it. But there was a problem—it was on the upper shelf, just out of reach. You stretched, rising onto your toes, your fingertips barely grazing the spine of the book.
Y/N: C'mon, you can grab it... just a little more...
You tried again, frustration creeping into your voice as you whispered to yourself. Just when you were about to give up, a hand reached out from behind you and effortlessly pulled the book from the shelf.
Relieved, you sighed, assuming it was Jimin.
Y/N: Ahh, thank you, Jimin—
But as you turned around, the words died in your throat. Your body tensed. It wasn’t Jimin.
It was Taehyung.
Your breath hitched, and instinctively, you took a step back—only to be stopped by the shelf pressing against your back. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as Taehyung moved a step closer, his dark eyes locked onto yours. His expression was unreadable, yet something about it made your stomach twist in anticipation.
His presence was overwhelming. He was towering over you now, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His arm rested against the shelf beside you, caging you in. The other hand, still holding the book, hung loosely at his side.
You wanted to move, but his gaze held you still, challenging, piercing—searching for something in your eyes.
Despite the tension crackling between you, you lifted your chin defiantly, refusing to look away. If he thought he could intimidate you, he was wrong. You weren’t the same person anymore.
And then, his voice, deep and slow, broke the silence.
Taehyung: So… you were expecting Jimin here? Huh?
To Be Continued...
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