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 jk 🖤: are u up? 😈

The message Jungkook sent was simple and even a little too direct, but between the two, you didn't need that corny shit of heart emojis and good night messages. He could be straight forward with you and you wouldn't mind, you were up for whatever he wanted to do. 

you:  kind of, i was getting ready to go to sleep 🤡

You were lying, trying to make it look like you weren't  waiting for his messages, for his call, for him to show up randomly at your apartment at 3 am, crawling desperately for your touches and your warmth, because every single time he had said it was the last time he would always, always came back to you.  

jk 🖤: on my way, baby, leave the door open 

you: you know I have a roomie, don't you? 🙄 

jk 🖤: she's not in your apartment, I sent her away with heather 😉

Heather, such a sweet name that caused you so much bitterness. Heather was Jungkook's girlfriend, they've been together ever since their college years, they were the unbreakable couple, the ones everyone would bet they'll end up marrying and having three kids. 

She was the most popular and kind girl in your year, it was something you could sense a mile away. The good girl falling in love with the jobless boxer and making him literally obsessed, the cliché romance of the dark boy with issues and the family's princess.

You saw him while in the front row at the time, when he still was an underground boxer and art student looking for an opportunity to drop school and become a professional. He was everything you’d ever wanted: handsome, tall, strong and goal-oriented , and from the same background as you.

You became a certified fan, never missing one of his matches. Following him on his social media, keeping updated with his achievements, and knowing whenever he would show up at parties. You always hated that whenever he showed up, he brought her. Reminding you he wasn't yours. Reminding you that you would never be her. 

But that didn't mean you could never be his.

you: 

why would you send my friend and your girlfriend away on a saturday? 

jk 🖤: i have better plans, i'll be there in 15 🔥 

you:  you know, some of us had to work today. I want to rest 

jk 🖤:  not today baby, i need to spend some time with u

You bite your lip repressing a smile. It was a well-known truth that Jungkook had issues with Heather since the beginning of their relationship because her parents never, ever approved of Jungkook. It also angered you terribly how Heather would always be trying to persuade Jungkook to leave boxing as a hobby and become a full time artist, so her parents would recognize him as a real son-in-law.

It was clear to you that Jungkook was born to be in the ring, the way he would mercilessly end his opponents and become a beast when the bell rang was fascinating to you. Of course, Jungkook never looked at you, not in college, nor when you all graduated and he formalized his relationship with her. You were just a loyal groupie, if you can even call yourself that, always supporting him from a distance in the darkness of the stadium stands. 

You hated watching Heather be the one who got to hug and kiss him every time he won a match, as if she wasn't the one trying to make him quit his dream. It burned you inside, and made you silently hate her when the reality was that she was a good person.

You, who already knew that Jungkook would be coming to see you after his match, were ready to receive him with a cute lingerie set and a football t-shirt that was too big for you. You shaved, perfumed and moisturized yourself but didn't bother to put any makeup on or do your hair because you were supposed to be ready for sleep and not getting ready to meet a horny boxer. 

You heard a knock of your bedroom door and you knew it was him.

He opened the door and found you 'watching anime' on your laptop, casually looking perfectly clean and soft for his rough and big hands to mess you all up. 

"Hello beautiful..." he whispered when he got closer to the chair where you were sitting and sank his nose in the curve of your neck, inhaling the scent of your citrusy shampoo and shower gel. He smelled like cigarettes and leather, like a ring where only champions and legends got to step in. 

You two officially met when you picked the perfect opportunity to be Jungkook's little sister's roommate and share the apartment; you knew you had already won the battle when he came in to visit his little sister, Hana and she introduced the two of you a month later after you started living with her. 

His eyes almost went out of his orbits when they landed on you and he shook your hand a little too excitedly, caressing your wrist discreetly. Even Hana herself started to notice how Jungkook would  visit her a little more frequently, always saying he wanted to have some brother and sister quality time. 

"I think he likes you" Hana told you one night when he left after a full afternoon together where he invited you to play UNO with them and eat junk food "He has never been so fun to have around, not in the past few years at least, it's been a while since I’ve seen him like this"

"What do you mean?" you played dumb "I thought he had a girlfriend" 

"He does, but I wish he could let her go" Hana opened up to you, and you almost felt bad for playing innocent with the Jeons, but your instincts told you that you would be so much better for Jungkook and his career that the other one, the unmentionable "And, don't get me wrong, she's lovely, but she's constantly pressuring my brother to quit boxing, she's always telling him he should be an artist" 

"That's horrible, your brother is good as far as I know" he was good, you knew it, you were just faking your obliviousness.

"He is, and even tho he loves painting, boxing is what he was made for. But ever since he and Heather became official three years ago, he hasn't been the same, it’s like he's ashamed of his job" 

That was the green light you were looking for. Your sign to be the escape he needed, and give him the life and relationship he deserved. You also knew from college rumors that Heather was what they would call a 'prude', and from the intensity of

Jungkook's eyes every time he looked at you, you could sense the flood of nasty thoughts inside his brain,  could feel his eyes scanning your ass and legs. 

Every time he showed up to visit Hana, you would try to subtly appeal to him. If he visited the two of you in the morning, you would change your Grinch printed pajama set into an oversized t-shirt, long enough as to not scandalize Hana, but tight enough to make  a bulge in his pants appear.

If he showed up in the afternoon, he would always find you in sports clothes, tight leggings stretching over your thighs and perfectly outlining the shape of your butt, your sport bra’s cups making your tits bounce whenever you couldn't grab the cereal box from the cupboard and he had to get it for you.  

It always made you silently laugh when you would catch him staring and he would always look away as if he was being scolded by an invisible force. 

You remembered the first time you two kissed. Jungkook appeared with grocery shopping bags one afternoon when he knew Hana would be out to her yoga class.

"I thought Hana would be here, sorry, I bought some things for her" he said carrying the plastic bags to the kitchen counter, his voice was soft and hesitating, as if he knew he was doing something wrong but couldn't contain himself "I mean– for you two, feel free to grab anything you need, it's not just for Hana only" 

"Thank you, Jungkook, that's very kind of you" You unpacked everything and you could feel his shyness and desperation, he wanted you and didn't want to admit it. 

"I hope you like noodles, and if you don't like them, you can tell me what you like and I'll bring it next time, just let me know" he was anxious and excited, the perspective of being alone with you filled him with guilt and lust, he just needed one taste of you, one taste of the forbidden fruit and he would come back crawling for more. 

"I like noodles" was what you simply answered him with, batting your eyes innocently. 

"Me too," you knew this conversation was childish and silly, but for you it was the most important one, the man of your dreams was finally speaking directly to you, all alone. 

"You want me to cook some?" You offered and you saw the relief and triumph shine in his eyes as he took a seat and watched you cook for the two of you. You spent the afternoon together, eating and talking. Small glasses of soju were served and late in

the evening you received a message from Hana saying she was having a night out with her boyfriend. 

hana 💅🏻: don't tell jk, it's a secret 🤭 

She wrote to you, and of course, Jungkook found out the moment the message arrived, he could be the greatest boxer you had ever seen, but he was still a noisy older brother.

"That dwarf should be glad I found out through you, otherwise I would go right were she is and beat the asshole" he laughed, blocking your phone and coming closer to you. 

"Why should she be glad? It was supposed to be a secret, I failed her!" You faked shame and Jungkook smiled at you, knowing he was about to screw up a three-year-old relationship, but he couldn't care less. 

"Because I can be alone with you longer" his voice dropped two tones lower and you could swear his dark eyes expanded, ready to devour you.

You felt his chest leaning closer to you, and you didn't do anything to stop him. He started slow and gentle, still doubting the whole situation and just when you could

feel the guilt winning the battle inside his mind you moaned softly against his lips, making him lose control.  

"God, I can't stop" he whispered voice aggravated by the fever of the moment. You let him have a bit of your mouth,  tongue sneaking in his mouth and his hands on your ass, caressing and grabbing as if your body was his. It took every ounce of self control  in you to push him away and act outraged. 

"I'm sorry" you were the first one to speak, acting like the innocent little girl he tought you were "I'm sorry, God, I'm-" and you walked down the hallway to your room closing the door in his face while he followed you repeating the words it was my fault and don't run. 

He texted you like crazy for weeks, apologizing, saying he was so sorry for crossing your boundaries but you never texted him back, leaving him to slowly go insane with the need to speak with you again and kiss you one last time. 

A couple of weeks went by, and you avoided Jungkook at all costs, knowing his body was already infected with fantasies of the two of you sharing together what his girlfriend couldn’t give to him, and guilt suddenly was no longer a burden for him,deciding to take it off his shoulders the moment you started acting as if you were the one that started the kiss. 

You met again at Hana's birthday party and you pretended to be nervous,  to feel guilt when he appeared with her. He could tell he was hurting you by showing up with her, so the moment his girlfriend disappeared with their friends he ran to you and took you to a private place. 

"I can't believe I did that!" you passed your hand over your face so you could appear more distressed to him.

"It wasn't just you, I wanted it as well, I've been wanting it for a while" he grabbed your shoulders trying to shake your stress away. 

"You have Heather, she loves you and you love her, I am just third wheeling here" you spit and it burned you inside out to say her name out loud, your silent enemy, your love rival. 

"I don't-" and he stopped himself, not sure if he should say those words.

"What?" you tried to not sound desperate. 

"I don't know if I still love her, I mean, I do... I did" he seemed frazzled as well, but the difference was that he was truly going through it, you weren't. 

You kept up your plan of ignoring him, until one night when he knew Hana wasn't going to be home, he appeared at your apartment at midnight. He clearly had been drinking and smoking, his forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Jungkook- we can't" you tried to speak but he slammed the door close aggressively and grabbed you by your cheeks.

"Yes, the fuck we can," and he pressed his lips against yours like a blow, pushing you with his gigantic body making you walk backward towards your room without breaking the kiss. 

You knew you weren't just a simple affair that night. 

You knew you were the one. His one. 

That was three months ago. Now Jungkook was grinding his body against yours at your desk chair and sinking his face in your hair trying to catch your attention like a lost puppy. 

He was clingy, you couldn't believe how clingy he was. You noticed it when Jungkook started to appear in your dance company and your restaurant shifts. When he appeared at your company, he would just stand behind the glass, watching you teach children ballet positions and even when you tried to ignore him you could feel him staring and smiling at you. What you didn't know was that he was imagining a future with you, him teaching a beautiful baby girl how to box and you teaching her ballet.

And when he showed up at the restaurant he would sit in a corner, watching you serving orders and making sure no one would flirt with you. He was spending so much time with you, you were starting to get worried people would say something about your affair to Heather before Jungkook himself could do it and break the relationship.

It was worrying you yes, but not enough to feel bad, you could take his clinginess.

"I'm mad at you" you pouted "I'm starting to think you only want me when you're horny, I haven't see you all week" 

"I'm so sorry baby, I was practicing for tonight's match and Heather has been hot on my heels with a charity event her father wants me to assist, I hate that old man" he complained, shacking off the dust of his joint in a empty cup of coffee you had on the table.

"But, I thought her father didn't like you" 

"He likes me only when he needs me for a sports charity event or something, outside of that he wants me away from his daughter, I hate his fake ass" 

"You should talk about it with Heather" you advised him, hurting yourself by saying her name out loud and suggesting him to go and speak with her. 

"I've tried, but she's been off lately, I think she's starting to suspect something, she told me today that it’s been weeks since we had sex but she was the one giving me shit for entering in the state league, how can you make love to someone that isn't happy for you when you reach a dream" you turned around, ready to face him and console him. 

Your legs surrounded his waist and he finally sat in your place, his back resting on the back of the chair as you straddled his lap. He inhaled from his cigar once and pouted his lips in your direction, you immediately understanding his silent order.

You sucked the smoke out of his lips, savoring the bitter taste of nicotine, weed, and ashes from his lustful mouth. He leaned over you when you threw your head back to let the smoke out of your mouth and started to kiss your neck devotedly. If Jungkook could, he would make an altar of your body, but your neck had to be his favorite place to be.

"If you were mine, I would make love to you every time you’d ask me to" you provided  with the sweetest and horniest voice you could manage , looking him right in the eyes, licking your lips "I would give this pussy to you nine to five"

"I am yours, give it to me now" and he lifted you by your knees and dropped you on the bed.  He took off his jacket and boots, and he rewarded himself with the extended view of your legs soft and thick thighs showing underneath the football t-shirt. He took off his oversized black shirt and joined you in bed, ripping the blouse away and closing his eyes as if in pain when he saw your white lingerie set. 

"I can't believe I spent a whole week away, fuck" he said, tracing the border of your bra cups with his lips "I'm such an asshole baby, I don't even know what I'm doing with her, she doesn't mean anything to me anymore"

"Stop mentioning her when I'm with you" you complained in between soft gasps. 

"Sorry, forgive me baby, you're the only one that matters here" he unhooked your bra,  freeing your breast ready to have a feast, sucking and licking the globes of your tits but avoiding your nipples, they were his dessert after letting you reach  the limit. 

"Jungkook stop teasing, please" you pleaded, knowing how much he loved to drive you crazy.  

"Nope, I'm gonna make it up to you" he lifted his weight off you and placed himself in between your legs. "Hands on your nape, baby, and don't move them unless I tell you"

After you placed your hands  together under your neck, he tapped your chin with his fingers gently, smiling down at you. 

"Good girl" he approved and you smiled at him proudly. For a long while, he drank you in stare possessive, still not believing he had you all for himself when he couldn't even  show to the world how this precious creature was his. He dropped his hands to trace your lines, your waist, your ribs, kneading the flesh of your body devotedly until he arrived to your neglected breasts. 

You moaned when he grabbed them from above, his big rough hands feeling hot against your skin, massaging your boobs slowly making you arch for him. 

"What are you doing?" you asked genuinely because this side of him was new. He would always do everything fast, aggressively, and hot. He was taking his time with you this time.

"Torturing you and pleasing you," he snorted, finding your body reactions so pleasing. From your position, you could see your breasts beginning to swell, hot and red skin proof of your painfully delicious arousal. Your nipples were hard and distended, and the more he massaged you, the more you started to twist underneath him. 

You realized there was a hot and wet spot underneath your crotch, staining your sheets and your panties. You could come like this, and you opened your eyes when his filthy mouth placed sweet and soft kisses still avoiding your nipples. 

"Jungkook! Please, suck them!" you begged, the grip of your hands getting harder to hold on. 

"My beautiful, ____, how much I have dreamed about you like this, desperate by me" 

"Please, please Jungkook, your tongue, your lips, your teeth" you vaguely started to beg him to use his mouth but you couldn't bring yourself to conjure coherent sentences.

Just when you thought you couldn't get wetter, just as your hips started to grind against the air desperately searching for some friction , his hand, scratched from wearing boxing gloves all the time, caressed your nipple making you scream his name. 

"It’s fucked up, but I would choose you over and over no matter what" he stated before giving you what you had been asking for, licking your inflated buttons making you convulse with intense pleasure, and even thi he loved  how hard you were grabbing  his hair, almost tearing it out of the scalp, he found the strength to say "Hands on your nape" 

He kissed his way down to your center, and let his mouth torture you the same way he did with your breasts, sniffing and licking the juices of your climax. When you  opened your eyes, vision hazy with pleasure, you saw him smile against your cunt.  

He looked primal, almost caveman-like. The way he was eating you out was making angels cry somewhere in heaven, because you could have bet the first beasts on earth ate their raw food with the same intensity and wilderness Jungkook was eating you, but did those creatures grind their hips against the mattress trying to find relief? 

You didn't think so, it was a spectacle. Seeing Jungkook so out of control and concentrated on your cunt as if giving you pleasure was his only task and the only thing he was good for, was enough to make you come. 

And in that moment, you knew everything you did to get to him was worth it because the fantasies were no longer empty dreams in which  you and him were together, they were real. And it was you that made it happen.  

He spent the rest of the night adoring your body and you knew that his relationship was over , because his phone kept ringing with the song he put for her and he ignored it every time; you both received text messages from his sister, asking him to join them at the party, but that night  he preferred to sleep in  with you, not caring if Hana or anyone else found the two of you together. 

"Is time for the rest of the world to know" he said kissing your cheeks when the two of you were done, ready to sleep "I don't care of the consequences, I love you and just you" 

You fell in love first, but he definitely fell harder. 

You loved sunday mornings.

You loved them because Jungkook was free on sundays and you and him were allowed to wake up next to each other. On weekdays, one of you would always wake up first, the work and adult responsibilities making your subconsciousness stop their night dreaming fantasies with each other.

"You look so good with those panties, baby" he said grabbing your waist, his fingers sweeping the skin of your hips passionately.

The beauty of sunday mornings was that he would always make you ginger up by warming your body with the arousal of his own. There were sundays where he would start taking off your clothes and kiss the grandiosity of your skin, the soft pecks of it making your tickle and open your eyes.

There were other where he would kiss your very sleepy self, your lips too numb to respond his kisses until you ran out of breath and you would wake with his eyes smiling right in front of you.

This sunday morning, he was just caressing the skin of your collarbone and neck with his lips and his hands running up and down your body. He had a thing for you sleeping in you underwear, he hated the idea of not being able to be loving you on weekdays because he would usually come back home very late in the evening, and you were already sleeping, he hated it because undressing your exquisite body made him happy.

"I love your body, it's so soft and thick underneath me" he whispered on your ear, the sound of his hot raspy voice waking you up, your body accustomed to his sunday libido was already willing to comply to him.

You spread your legs welcoming him, his smirk pressed down in your cheek roughly because he couldn't stop himself from kissing you and pecking you; you giggle sweetly when his hot and hard erection pressed against the fabric of your panties.

"Good morning to you too, sir" your raspy early in the morning voice was always something he found so sexy, your sweet face and soft skin contrasted so much with the grace of your voice.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty, took me some time to wake you up" he removed his gray sweatpants, his already bare and toned chest was bouncing against your clothed tits and the hotness of the bra fabric was a burden.

"Let me take this off" he breathed out, his hands already on the bra elastic when you raised your arms and the top of your set ended on the floor. Jungkook moaned when he saw your breasts, upright and hard for him, his mouth salivated so much to the image of your perfect thick body that his tongue came out of his mouth itself like a werewolf ready to devour you.

"God I miss you, Kook" you said "You been out all week, we can't see each other no more" you cried and he felt his excitation mix with sudden anger.

"I know, but I'm gonna make it up to you" he responded determined "Today we are gonna do monday, and tuesday" his tongue licked your left nipple and his right hand squeezed the other, "later after eating, we're gonna do wednesday and thursday and friday."

"I love fridays" you managed to say, after you felt his naughty mouth sucking your nipples.

"I know baby, I love fridays too" he ripped your panties apart, and your chest melted because in spite of his bestial practices during sex, he still had this tenderness to make you feel wanted "I love fridays but I hate them when I'm not with you"

He switched both of you up, now you were riding him and his hands grabbed your hips harshly "I love fridays but weekends are the best"

"Sunday mornings, I love sundays" you started to move above him, hips colliding with his and you head thrown back moaning.

"Let's hurry baby, we have all week to make today" you both laughed and he was so happy he was finally home, ready to spoil his girl.

The darkness of your living room surrounded Yoongi's exhausted silhouette. For a strange reason, being in your hall where pictures of you, magazine covers, platinum discs, awards and posters with your face gave him peace.

He could find himself losing his gaze on the Vogue Magazine cover poster you had hanging from your wall for hours. He would read every inscription of your awards and memorize the year, the category and the ceremony they gave them to you. He also had seen every picture you had, because you were the most egocentric little brat that he had ever met, of course you would have a million pictures of you everywhere; if he was half as beautiful as you he would be worst.

But his top activity he loved to do in your living room when no one was watching, when you would be peacefully sleeping was to turn on your TV and watch you on it. He would play all, music videos, live performances, live sessions, whatever. The only thing he wanted was to keep himself awake so he could protect you, and your voice was a vitamin shot.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, turning on the screen and trying to choose what video play first. He recently loved the performance where you were simply standing in the middle of the stage with a white sparkling dress and a mic stand. No backup dancers, no bizarre lights or difficult choreographies, just you shining alone.

He couldn't explain to himself why he found peace at watch you sing, when on daytime you and him were always trying to gouge out each other's eyes. You had a not so peaceful personality, you were annoying and childish as fuck and he was dry and stiff. You were always losing yourself on parties, getting drunk and forgetting the normal rules of decent human behaviour and he was always behind you, ready to take you out before you could do something stupid.

He never thought he would end up like this, carrying the shopping bags of a stargirl after a five hour marathon at the boutique. He used to have a dangerous and exciting job, he used to have a family, not a blood related family, but a society that would care for him. He had to make a choice to save himself and now there he was, drinking cold whiskey in your pink couch, watching you sing.

He thought you didn't know, that you haven't noticed how he sneaks out of his dorm and go to your living room where he plays your videos, but you had. You noticed it almost from the beginning and you found it so endearing.

That's why you enjoyed making him mad on daytime, because deep down you knew he had a weakness for you. You started to use more revealing clothes in front of him, you would ask him to help you with your sunscreen on your back, you would tease him every time you could.

You would make him fall; but Yoongi knew he had already fallen.

And he would risk his life in a heartbeat to save your silly and bratty existence, and he would hurt anybody who dared to touch his stargirl.

“Sorry, but you seem to be fully recovered, I can’t give you another day” the doctor said while checking with a lamp over  your eyes, moving around the flashlight from one extreme to the other making your sight follow it. 

“I still feel dizzy, though” you lied, trying to play dumb so you could get one more day at least. 

“That might be because you’re not eating well, you look pale and tired” the doctor turned off the lamp and put  it inside his coat pocket, at the mention of food your stomach twisted needy “If the blow on your head isn’t because you fell off, and it was something else you should tell me, is somebody bothering you __?”

You stared at him, his silver hair and greyish skin making him look like someone you could trust, but at the same time remembering you were not one of them, you were just another foreigner in that hell’s school, and everybody was up to his service. 

You moved here six months ago, when you won a scholarship to a franchise of your own high school in another country, same classes, same uniform, same installations, different language, and people. It was very exciting and new, it was all fun and games until he saw his next victim  in you  to unleash his devilish games. 

Park Jimin. The top-notch student. 

Handsome and rich, great manners and great body paired with a beautiful smile, but his eyes were from another world. Cold, lifeless, evil. Every single time he glanced at you, you could feel the contempt he had for you, the hateful and vicious disgust he felt for you. And he was never alone, he surrounded himself with a litter of creeps, bootlickers that did whatever he told them to do. 

His aggressions started by being harmless, they were playful even. He would drink a sip from your strawberry milk and return it almost empty. It didn’t bother you, you had a fridge in your room full of those. He would steal your pencils or change your backpack and books to the last chair of the room when you went to the restroom in the middle of the class. Yes, they were annoying, but initially you thought he was just a joker and that he liked to prank you because you were the new girl. 

It all became insufferable when you made the mistake of taking a second bottle of strawberry milk with you one day, and just when he had arrived next to you to steal yours, you took out the second milk and hand it to him. 

“What’s this?” he asked annoyed.

“Strawberry milk” you answered, your thick  Brazilian accent floating in the air. 

“I know it’s strawberry milk, what do you want me to do with it?”

“It’s for you” you said, your smile shining under the sunlight “You always take my milk, I guess you like it, so I brought one for you” He stayed in silence for two minutes, just looking at you confused, why would you bring something to him when he has being awful with you?

“I’m ____, by the way, I’m new” you extended your hand to greet him formally, but he interrupted you again. 

“I know your name, I know you’re new” he said, not even bothering to hold your hand “Do you know who I am?” 

“No” and just when you were about to ask him his name, he opened the pink bottle and pour it above your head, your neat and clean uniform getting all spilled with pink milk and your hair wet and sticky. “Park Jimin, my father is the principal so don’t you forget that honey” and he left, the student’s eyes following you after you ran to the toilet to clean  yourself.

His attacks continued getting meaner and meaner each day, but ultimately he would always ask his gang to do something wrong to you while he would just watch. For an unknow reason, when he was with his gang his attacks were lighter, just him mocking you or insulting you, making you the laughingstock of the class, always pointing at how out of shape you were.

When his group of friends were alone, not a sight of Jimin around, that’s when they would get violent, throwing your body between them in a circle, pushing you, pulling your hair. Four days ago, one of his friends hit your head with a locker door and left you unconscious in the hallway, that’s why you were so insistent with the doctor to give you another day of inability due to your injury. 

You were getting tired and regretful of coming here in the first place. In your hometown, your country, you were the most popular girl of the school, everybody loved you and no one ever laughed at your body shape. Having curves was normal for them, but here… they seemed to hate it. You stopped eating because of that. 

“I can’t give you another day, you told me that you tripped over the stairs” that’s what you said, because if you tell the principal or any other teacher that his son and his friends were making your life a living hell they  wouldn’t do anything about it, you’ve tried, many times. You went with a teacher, and they seemed interested at first, but as soon as you dropped his name they froze and told you to go with the prefect. You went with the prefect, and when you told him it was Jimin the one bothering you he told you go with the school coordinator, and the list kept going.

No one ever did anything. 

“No one is helping! I’ve been with the discipline coordinator so many times and he keeps telling me to come back to you and make you pass the memo to the principal” you said  to the principal’s secretary. At this point, you knew they would never let him know what his son was up to, but you still held  hope that someone will pity you and stop this madness.

“Listen, I won’t be the one telling the principal that his son is committing harassment to another student, if he was a nice and fair man I would but if you think Jimin is despicable, his father is ten times worst” the secretary, who was clearly tired of you and her job in general, spitted in between her teeth “I suggest you to go yourself if you are brave enough, but one thing is sure, he won’t care, he never cares when it comes to his son” 

You swallowed nervously, trying to hide your fear and helplessness. 

On your way out of the office,  they found you. 

“Look who is here!” one of the boys said, his name was Chanwook and he was Jimin’s second hand. He was taller and skinnier, but that didn’t prevent him from throwing you to the walls and floor as strongly as he could. He was the one who hated you the most, just after Jimin himself, of course “Oh, no guys, she’s coming out of the principal’s office, she’s a sneak!” he faked preoccupation with a pout.

“Sneaky little bitch!” that was Meeyon, the alleged girlfriend of Jimin. And only alleged because Jimin himself never held  her hand, kissed her or acted sweetly towards her in public, actually he would ignore her whenever she started to act mellow with him with people around. But everybody knew he fucks her on a regular basis “You weren’t satisfied with being ugly but you’re also a snitch fat bitch” 

She grabbed you by the chin and held  your face close to hers “Jimin will know about this” 

“Jimin would throw her from the stairs” the sadistic voice of Chanwook sounded overly excited with the perspective of pushing you off the stairs and see how much it would take you to faint. You gasped because that sounded more like a Chanwook’s wish, Jimin never got physical with you, he just fucks with your mind and emotions. It wasn’t better, but still.

“I think Jimin would actually make her run in the court” Junghae suggested and made the other two laugh, “We should make her run until she can’t breathe” he said eating his sandwich carelessly. Junghae was the stupidest guy you’ve ever met, saying his dumbest thoughts out loud and pretending they weren’t mean at all. 

You felt the panic paralyzing your body, the fear and angst running and making you want to cry but holding it. You tried to walk past them, walking by the side to the main door, but Junghae grabbed you by the hand and pulled your arm back with them again, his hand hurting your wrist, making you  feel the blood accumulating where he was touching you. 

“Where do you think you’re going? It’s already 4 o’clock and we are not done with you…” the way his voice was always threatening made you shiver, his eyes always burnt with the deepest and purest type of hate; as if he for real wanted to see you lying on the floor lifeless. 

You tried to run away, but they chased you and Chanwook hit your head with the door locker and left you there when your body laid for five minutes unconscious. A person from the cleaning department found you and called the ambulance. 

They gave you a five-day inability, taking classes over the webcam and sending the home works via the email, it was paradise. You didn’t want it to end. 

“I need you to tell me if someone is bothering you, __” the doctor said again, but you shook your head nervously. 

“No, I’m fine. I-I just tripped” you didn’t sound convince and judging by the fear in your eyes he knew you weren’t.

“You know I work to a medical agency and not the school, right?” he mentioned, like wanting to clarify his job position to you “I go wherever my agency tells me to go, my superior is my hospital manager not the principal, I can report any harassment and bring the Ministry of Education if necessary.” 

“No, it’s okay, I-“

“__, is it Mr. Park’s son?”

Your silence was his answer, he was familiarized with his manias.

“I can call my supervisor but he’s on vacation, he will be back in two weeks, until then you can always come to the nursery room, I’ll hide you here” and finally let you go, feeling protected at last.

You went to the grocery store that afternoon, resign that you would come back to the school routine of wake up, sleep in class and get hurt, so you decided to treat yourself and eat some candies while watching a tv show on your laptop. There was a grocery store half a street near where your student’s residency building was, so you always went there to shop. 

You picked a regular black skirt, a white tank top and red converse. Your loved gummies, they were your favorite snack, so you picked three different flavors, cherry soda, pop corns, ice cream and chocolate bars. You let your full basket fell with the cashier but there was a little card that said: I went to the restroom; I’ll be back soon. 

You waited patiently there, taking your phone out to scroll a little when the bell on the front door rang and you didn’t turn around to see, your attention fixated on a video of a kitten playing with a rubber duck.

Jimin got into the store without any hopes of you being there, but in the months you’ve been in school with him he discovered where you lived and he figured you would usually buy your stuff here, since it was the closest grocery shop to your building. It was very far away from his house, he lived in a very nice area where all the houses where big, majestic, and empty. This neighborhood was economically different from his, but there he was. 

All the times he came here you were never present. Once or twice, he saw you coming out, making him regret not hurrying up enough to catch you inside for a minute or two. So when he enters the store this time, his hope is all gone, not really believing you would be there but holding to the routine; until he sees you. 

You were turning your back to him, your exquisite voluptuous figure bending over the checker waiting for the cashier to come back, your ass perked out and bouncing to the rhythm of the music coming out of your phone and your hair pulled on a messy hair bun. You had a red ribbon adorning your hair bun. He froze when he caught the nudity of your legs in that short skirt and images of your red converse stepping on him pleased him. 

He coughed his throat softly, trying to swallow and picked random shit from the store. He hurried because even when he wanted to make it seem casual, he wanted to talk to you. He opened the fridge and grabbed a can soda, chips and condoms. He drank your silhouette from behind before talking and ruining your day. Your legs were thick and soft, just the way legs should be. 

He remembered the day he saw them for the first time, it was on your first week after moving, you were using the EP uniform, but it was slightly different from the rest of the girl’s uniform. It was a short, and that was the regular uniform on your country, sports skirt or shorts. You were the only student showing off your legs and you seemed like it didn’t matter, running and jumping like nothing, and he wanted you for that. 

You had something he didn’t: confidence.

Actual confidence and not like his fake performance of being powerful and feared because of his position. Here you were nothing, nobody knew you or your family, and yet you were so free and powerful. Maybe that was why he felt the need to tear you down. 

“You’re not eating all that, are you?” he teased, and he felt proud when he saw your back arch in defense recognizing his voice without looking at him, your body language responding to the sound of his voice so quick. He reached the checker as well, and placed his stuff right next to you, watching the basket and the products “You eat for two, uh?” 

“And what if I do? that’s none of your business” you responded infuriated and he loved the way you would never back off, you would always put him in his place and were never afraid of talking back. He was the powerful  here, but you never let him walk over you, that was why he became addicted to bullying you so fast. 

“Actually, it is my business because as you know I'm president of the ecology club and this month's homework is to raise awareness about whales” and looked down your body, scanning you from your sun kissed skin to your boobs that were displaying over the tank top’s low neck. You thought he was judging you but the reality was that Jimin was memorizing, so he could use his imagination later. 

“And when are you going to raise awareness about the scarcity of your brain?” 

“When you tell for who all that food is” he spoke trying to control his laugh, he really loved your quick and smart answers, they made his day better. 

You doubt to say it, because he would mock in your face and call you a liar, but he already did that every day, so you happily responded him: “Believe it or not, I have a date.” 

His heart got numb. You couldn’t be having a date, why would anyone pick you for a date? Ever since the day you arrived, he marked you; bullying and harassing you was his way to let everybody know you were damaged merchandise. He isolated you through pranks and insults so everybody would know that if they made friends with you, they would face the same destiny. 

So, why would you be having a date now? 

“Who’s the loser?” he carelessly asked. 

“Why? You’re jealous?” you answered, praying for the cashier to hurry and charge you so you could leave. 

“You wish, I just pity them, sent him my condolences.” He sounded significantly mad, but you didn’t notice since he was always mad when you were around.  

“I will when you rest in peace.”

“Bitch.” He spitted. 

“Asshole.”

The cashier appeared, confused and astonished because on his way to his place he caught pieces of your conversation but he stayed quiet, not wanting to know what was going on between the two of you. 

“Little mouse!” he shouted before you leave the shop, and you hated how your body stopped on his way out as if it was your natural name “Will you go to school tomorrow? The day is boring when you’re not there.”

You rolled your eyes, not answering to his ridiculous question because he knew you were going to be there tomorrow. You hurried to your apartment, and when you prepared all the snacks in front of the couch’s table you noticed your red hair ribbon was missing. It probably fell inside the grocery store, you were about to go back  and ask if they had it but the sound of  a ring on the door pulled your attention and you forgot about it. 

“Taehyung!” you greeted happily, letting  him in. 

“I got you this…” he said shyly  after taking out a small gift package. It was a heart shaped hair pin and it was red, your favorite color. You wore it proudly and turned on the tv, ready to enjoy the comfort of his company. 

Taehyung was a good boy, very nice and kind. He was also a scholarship student, but he was from around, so he didn’t really have a problem blending in and being invisible. You met on your weekly sessions with the school psychologist to check on your process of adapt to the school. You would sit  next to each other, waiting for the psychologist to say your name or his and have your fifteen-minute chat. 

The first weeks he was very quiet, wearing his headphone and watching you from  the corner of his eyes but not talking. You started to feel he was into you when he smiled for a fraction of second when you appeared. One day you became bold and asked him what was he listening, he took his headphones off and put them on you. He was listening to jazz, fancy and old. 

Taehyung knew a little bit of what Jimin and his friends were doing to you because he has seen the bruises on your skin, but you didn’t want him to get involve since him and Jimin had the same age they shared most of the classes. 

“You can’t keep living like this, __” Tae said, seeing the new bruise Chanwook left on your left arm. 

“It’s nothing”

“If you want me I can make a police file, start an investigation” his dad was a police officer, so it made sense his savior complex was a heritage.

“Let’s not talk about that, let’s watch a movie” and both of you started to eat and relax, you even let him kiss you when the movie was over. Sweet and gentle, his hands were on  your cheeks and your cheeks only, like the gentleman he was. 

You forgot about the ribbon, but on the other side of the city Jimin tied it up to his wrist and hid it underneath his shirt sleeve, kissing it and touching it because he had something that belonged to you. It angered him how this was the closest he would ever get to you, if he wasn’t such an asshole and could be more like you, kind and trustworthy. 

The thing with Jimin was that he knew what was going on between you and him, and he wasn’t stupid. He knew that he wanted you, he craved you badly and everyday being far from you was harder and harder. But Jimin had issues, he never learnt how to be friendly, everything was handed to him easily and even his friendships were attached to him under a specific desire they wanted from him. His money, his connections, his power, sex. 

No one had ever been real to him, not even his own father, who ignored him and despised him ever since he could remember. Ever since his mother left the two and broke their family; the hate was mutual though. Jimin hated his father as much as his father hated him, it was fine, he had an entire school ready to lick his shoes. 

Until you came. So bright and sweet. 

You, with your generous curves and your red lipstick, red nails, and red converse. It was the perfect color for you because every time he pictured you, he saw you in red satin sheets. Red, the color of sex and violence. The color for passion and blood. He watched you from afar the first week after you arrived, and he noticed you were kind and open, gifting your smiles and your laughs to everyone who would look in your direction, but not him. You weren’t interested in him, mainly because no one had told you who he was or maybe you did knew and simply didn’t care. 

He found your presence insulting and likable. And if it wasn’t confusing enough already, you gifted him a strawberry milk bottle after he started to bother you, that got him off the waterline, destabilized him and made him sink. The reality of his horrible persona hit him like a truck, and to this new sensation of warmness and affability he responded with the only way he knew: hurting  you. 

Every day he saw your kind eyes lose their shine and become angrier, bitter. They would light up just when he showed up in front of you, with hate and resentment and for the first time in his life someone was looking at him with realness. He was the cause of a real emotion behind someone’s gaze, and he found that amazing. 

Why couldn’t he just say hello like a normal nineteen-year-old? No, the only way he could show you how much he wanted you was hurting you and haunting you, making sure you would never try to cross that line of goodness ever again with him, but also having you close enough he could consume your mind and your days, making him the only thing you could think of. Because the most similar thing to love was hate, and he wanted you to hate him with all your heart. 

You walked down the aisle, your eyes following the book’s spine, looking for the one you were needing for your essay. You previously had asked the librarian to add you to the waitlist for that specific book, since your school only had one copy of it and it was highly requested. According to the date, the book should be free for you now.

You knelt down to keep looking at the title when a noise pulls you out of your thoughts, the sound of two mouths crashing together and the clicks of tongues came to you from your left and before you could stop yourself you looked in that direction. There he was, the person you hated the most on this planet earth, kissing a blonde girl.

His hands were all over her body, he was facing the hallway and her back was all you could see of her. She had her hands on his black hair and his were moving up and down her thighs, and you recognized him just with one look at his hands. The same hands that would throw your books to the floor, the same hands that had push you and the same hands that pointed at you mockingly.

You didn’t want to see Park Jimin making out with someone, even when you found unbelievable he had the ability to feel something pleasing, you would have swear that man could only feel anger and bitterness inside him, but something about the way he was kissing her kept you interested. He opened his eyes, and without breaking the kiss, he smiled when he recognized you, eyeing you during the kiss.

You could tell his eyes shone with that devilish light of his, and his performance during the hook up got heavier. You collected yourself, remembering your task of finding the book and leave the hell out of there, but the book wasn’t there. There was an empty spot where it was supposed to be, and just when you were about to stand go with the librarian the monster spoke.

“Enjoying the show, little mouse?” his out of breath voice was raspy and profound, he was turn on.

“No, I came here looking for a book as the rest of the people here, this is a library not a motel” you pretend to keep searching even when you knew the book wasn’t there, just to not look at him.

“Oh, wouldn’t it be this book the one you want?” the irony leaking on his voice made you turn around and watch his hand wave a small book, it was indeed The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm.

“Give it to me!” you shouted almost forgetting you were in  a library and someone staring at you with disgust.

“Oh, you want this?” and he shove the book underneath his white buttoned shirt “Sorry, you will have to look for it” the blonde girl laughed at you and Jimin remembered she was there; it always pissed him off how he forgets about other women easily when you are near, it makes his blood burn. You shouldn’t have that much power and being unconscious about it. 

“Get out.” he said to the blonde one, and she widened  her eyes in  surprise “I said get out.” and he pushed her away, he didn’t even let her utter a word while  he was picking  her backpack from the floor and throwing  it to her. 

She ran out of the library and you followed her with your eyes until she disappeared because you were as confused as her; maybe Jimin was indeed a mentally unstable person, you had no other explanation for his abrupt mood swings. 

He stared at you in silence, fascinated with your legs showing off down the uniform skirt in your kneeled position. He walked towards you, grabbing your chin roughly with his fingers. 

"Didn't you wish it was you in  her place?" He speaks, his breathy voice crashing with your face and he smelled like cigarettes and coca-cola "Didn't you want to be praised by me instead of bullied?" 

"I'd rather be your victim than your friend, you're disgusting Jimin, I would do whatever it takes to free myself from you" you spat and before you could add how much you hated him because he grabs you by the neck and forces his mouth on  yours. You protest, your hands on his chest trying to push him away but he's bigger. 

"Whatever it takes, uh?" He repeated, his lips moving above yours, the tip of his nose touching your cupid's arch and his eyes fixated in yours, "so will you be my slave?" 

"You're sick" you responded, trying to push him away, but the harder you tried the strongest his hold was. "I can't believe there's people who genuinely like you"

"You make me sick, one glance at you and I want to throw up"

“Why did you kiss me then? Why don’t you leave me alone?”

“Because I love charity” he smiled, actually finding his own joke funny  "I'm making you a favor just by looking you right in the eye." 

"You are the one who's salivating every time you look at me, Jimin, I'm starting to feel you're in love with me" the voice of the two was starting to get loud, and neither of you noticed when the librarian appears in the hallway. 

"The two of you, I must pleat you to keep the sound low if necessary for you to keep talking, this is a library not the school yard, you can't be shouting in here" the librarian looked at the two of you with stress, and when she notices that it was Jimin himself, her face features softens. 

"Mrs. Chester, he has the book that I reserved for this week, and I need it to finish my essay, I reserved it last week" you defend yourself. 

"Mrs. Chester, I believe we can make an exception per se, and share the book since I need it as well, I'm pretty sure you will understand and any complain about this incident can be notified with my father" he spoke to her with that petulant tone he loved to use, and the old woman opened her eyes impressed at his subtle warning. 

"Miss ___ and I got the book issue covered" he continued. 

"Okay, I'll leave it to you then, keep the tone low" and she walked faster to her place again. 

"Give me the book" you said once again in between your teeth.

"You said 'whatever it takes' and we are about to see how far you're willing to go to set yourself free from me, meet me at the lab at four" and he picked his backpack from the floor and leave you in the library's hallway, scared and hesitant. 

Jimin’s pulse was out of control, on the outside he might seemed relax and nonchalant, as he usually was, but if you paid attention to him you could notice his right hand shaking with need. The same hand that grabbed your chin and pulled your neck closer to him. He was shaking nervously like a virgin, his body excited and hard with the pure action of connecting his lips together. 

The whole morning he kept looking at the clock, wishing the hands would point at four magically. When his last class was over, he picked his stuff ignoring his group of friends speak to him and rushed to the lab. 

You weren’t there, but he would give you time, a couple of minutes, a couple of hours, all the time you needed. He knew you wanted the book and that you also wouldn’t turn down a good fight with him. Hopefully he didn’t wait too long before you and your red aura appeared in front of him, stealing a smirk from his face. 

You hated when Jimin smiled, if God was on your side he would have made him ugly, but the heavens saw in you a victim as well and made him awfully pretty. 

“You came” he spitted trying to hide how happy he was. 

“You have the book, what else could I do?” and you dropped your backpack to the floor, sitting on the first seat of the lab. He was leaning on the teacher’s desk, standing. He stared at you for a while, that day you were wearing a red beret and cherry earrings; sometimes he hated himself for harming such a cute thing like you. 

“What do you want?” you asked exhausted under his scrutiny. 

“How was your date?” he asked, and you frowned confused, why would he be asking that? “You know, the date you told me you had yeste…”

“Yes, I know what date you’re talking about, but why would you ask about that?” 

“Because I want to know.” 

“Why?”

“I want to know who’s my little mouse’s new friend” there it was, the evil glint in  his eyes made its entrance and somehow you felt scared that he found out it was Taehyung. Jimin was volatile and extreme, and you regretted the idea of ever coming, he can keep  the book you could try to replace it with another one. 

“You know what? this is bullshit, you can keep the book” you bended to pick your backpack from the floor but he was faster and he took it away from you, you jump to him trying to reach his extended arm where he had your bag “Give me that! Give me my stuff!”

“Give me a kiss” his voice was raspy, and with every little jump you did his nose was flooded with your smell. Cherry blossom and lemon. 

“You’re sick, Jimin, I won’t give you shit”

“First of all, you already told me that and second, you already gave me that. I’m just asking for another” he laughed at your piss expression, so out of your boxes, so his. You tried to jump over him once more, but you tripped over the desk, falling above him. He catches you by grabbing you by the hips and when you hurried to get off him, he captures you left arm. 

You moaned in pain, the bruise in your forearm still new palpitated when Jimin hold you there and he notice something was wrong underneath the uniform’s shirt. He rolled up your shirt’s sleeve and saw the yellow and purple spot on your skin. It could have been that you fall off or tripped, but it had the shape of a hand. 

“What happened to you?” he asked, his amusement was gone and it was replaced with… Concern? Anger? Great, you must be experiencing head trauma because you were starting to get delusional.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I’m starting to get tired of people asking me what happened when it’s obvious” you pulled your arm away from his hand, rolling your sleeve back. 

“You’re lying, tell me who did that” he demanded, and you laughed outraged, how dared he? 

“Who did this? You’re asking who did this?” He swallowed when he saw your tired and ironic face, a mix of bitterness and exhaustion that didn’t belong to your sweet features. “Your friends!” you shouted while pointing at him, shaming on him “Your gang of sadistic dogs did this to me! How dare you to ask me as if they don’t act according to your orders?”

“I never told them to hurt you” he stated and for the first time his voice wasn’t sarcastic or mocking, it was simply neutral and serious “I’ve never harmed you physically, I never told them to-“

“You don’t have to, Jimin, when you’re not around they chase me and torture me just because you hate me, the whole school knows it, even the teachers. It’s implicit that they hit me and push me because of you” you let it all out, shouting to him with all your strength, breathing heavily after you’re done and adding “So, if you have a little bit of human decency, you will not ask me obvious questions.”

“Was it Chanwook?” he gave you your backpack and you snatched it from his hands. 

Your silence was his answer. 

Chanwook’s nose bleed and splashed on Jimin’s uniform jacket. 

“Who asked you to hurt her like that?” Jimin shouted in  his ear, the parking where  he made his friend go was empty, no witnesses around.

“I thought- I thought you would find it funny” he said breathless, his hands trying to crawl away from Jimin’s fist, but the asphalt scraped his palms and Jimin’s expensive boot kicked him on the stomach, feeling his ribs crack.

“I checked her medical record, her five-day inability wasn’t because she fell, was it?” he grabbed Chanwook’s head by his hair, pulling it harshly like Chanwook himself had done many times with your hair.

“Is not a big deal, dude. You were the one who started it all, we just followed you.” 

“What did you do to her?” and Jimin’s foot connected again to his knee. 

“I- I pushed…” Chanwook couldn’t talk, the pain making him howl. 

“What did you do?!” Jimin shouted very close to his ear, losing his patience, his hand getting more intense on his hair.

“I pushed her head to a locker twice, I wanted to see how many times she could take it until she passed out.” 

Jimin saw red. The blood of his eyes expanding on his sight and his sadistic side came out. He pushed Chanwook’s head to his car door twice, but he didn’t pass out. 

“I like this game too, we are going to see how many time you can take it until you pass” Jimin hit his head three more times, but apparently the head of that scumbag was made of titanium cause when he dropped him,  the fucker could still walk. Slow and dizzy, but his shivering knees  made him stand up. 

“Why did you do it?” Jimin asked, lighting up a cigarette and taking off his jacket. He had his sleeves rolled up, and your red ribbon showed on his wrist making him smile “Why would you hurt her like that?” 

“For the same reason as you.” Chanwook answered and Jimin froze “Because I want her.” 

“You want her.” He repeated, the fury accumulating on his burning chest and his butchered knuckles. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Chanwook knew Jimin was pissed already, so if he was already fried, why wouldn’t he break it to him? He couldn’t hurt him more. 

“Sorry for being the one telling you, but your mouse has a nice pair of legs, I like to harm her and then I go to jerk-“ Chanwook couldn’t end the sentence because Jimin was tackling him, pushing down to the floor again. His fist went down to his face repeatedly. When Jimin stood  after getting tired, he made sure Chanwook was still breathing. He was, unfortunately.

“It’s little mouse, idiot.” 

He called the police anonymously, saying there was a student being attacked on the parking lot. Jimin took out his belongings to make it seem like an assault and knelt before leaving the place to warn his friend. 

“You will leave the school, get transfer, drop out of high school I don’t care, but if I see you tomorrow morning there you will suffer. You will say people attacked you and stole from you, not a word of this. And if I see you near her, if you dare to talk to her, to breath in her direction, I will come for you just like I have done for everybody who ever disobeyed me, do you understand?”

Chan’s swollen face couldn’t articulate a word, Jimin rolled his eyes to the disgusting scene. 

“Blink if you heard me and understand.” 

Chan blinked, and Jimin stand, ready to walk to his car, murmuring to himself “Why do people mess with what is mine?” 

The reunion you had with Jimin a couple of days ago left you anxious and uneasy, especially because you haven’t seen Chanwook and the others haven’t mess with you. You walked down the hallway and got to your locker and when you unlocked the door you find a brand-new copy of The Art of Loving, a red gift bow and a card adorning the edition.

No God, please. Don’t let it be from Jimin. 

You opened the card and read on his unmatched calligraphy.

“ ‘Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort’. I will put effort, little mouse, and show you how artistic I can be. Jimin.” 

You were disgusted with his silly words. Was this a prank? It must be, three days ago Jimin was making fun of you because the shirt was too tight to your breasts and he could see the line of your bra, his friends also pointing at the softness of your flesh. 

You didn’t need the book anyways, you bought it on E-book and your essay was almost finish so you threw  it in the garbage, pretending that incident didn’t happened and moving on to your next class. You were unaware that from the other side of the hallway, near to the cleaning closet Jimin was watching you. Confused and sad with the scene of you hating his gift.

Why did you throw it away? 

The rest of the week was awfully peaceful for you. There was no sign of Chan, and Meeyon and the other idiot stopped messing with you. When they would saw you in  the hallways or the yard, they would walk away as if you were infected with something dangerous and contagious. They would not even look in  your direction. You were afraid they were gathering strength to finally come for you and beat you really hard. 

Jimin on the other hand was losing his mind. He has been watching you from afar, and he notices that the shiny gleam that you had in your eyes  was coming back , and he wasn’t the reason for it. He followed you after classes for almost a week, and he didn’t see any  trace of this alleged date guy you told him. 

He was starting to think you came up with it to make him mad, to catch his attention because you craved him as much as he craved you. He was about to leave the coffee shop where you were reading, when a guy appeared next to you and you stood up and greeted him with a kiss. 

A kiss. The kiss you didn’t wanted to give to him. 

His jaw clenched and his fist gripped  his car’s steering wheel controlling his anger. So You were not lying, you had someone indeed. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see who he  was, and then he gets a glimpse of his eyes and recognizes  him, it was a shy boy that always sat at the end of the class, the last seat. What was his name? Taesoo? Taejoon? 

Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.

He watched the two of you a little longer, seeing how you were calm and sweet with him. Punching him in the arm playfully, laughing, covering your mouth when he said something funny, sharing a damn slice of cake.  Cherry cake.  

The next day he decided he would do what he did better. Intimidate you, extorting you.

He stood next to your locker, his backpack to the side and arms crossed on his chest. You appeared on the hallway with a strawberry scarf on  your head and heart shaped earrings, a necklace matching your already annoying and stunning appearance.

“What do you want, Jimin?” you asked bothered with only his  presence near you.

The truth with you was that you knew what was going on between you and him, his incessant tease, his subtle flirtation and his fixation with you. Deep down you prayed your intuition was wrong because if you could ignore his horrible personality and sadistic tendencies, you would be on your knees for Park Jimin.

Thankfully, you still were a reasonable and logic person, you could not ignore his flaws, and you truly felt disgusted and resentment every time you saw him.

“I just wanted to check on my little mouse, how’s your day been ?”

“It was all good, until you came and now it’s ruined” you responded, not even looking at him. You unlocked  your locker and took your books out.

“Glad to hear that, no one has the right to ruin your day but me” he smiled discreetly “Have Meeyon and Junghae mess with you?”

You looked at him, briefly, surprised he was interested in your well-being.

“No, they haven’t, why?”

“Good.”

“Why?” you insisted “Did you tell them something?”

“I told them to stop, they won't even touch a single strand of your hair” his eyes turned darker and narrowed, and your heartbeat raise to the perspective and the rare sensation of Jimin being… Protective?

“Thank you.” You couldn’t believe your words, thanking your abuser for doing the bare minimum, but not having those three around lifted a weight from your shoulders and made your days lighter “What happened with Chan...”

“You will not worry about him anymore; he got what he deserved.”

“What do you mean?” your voice shaked anxiously.

“You won’t see him again.” Jimin smiled satisfied.

“What did you do to him?” you weren’t sorry for whatever happened to Chanwook, he was a despicable human being who liked and enjoyed pain from others, but you were not rejoicing on the fact he could have been harmed because of you.

“Nothing he didn’t do to you. Don’t worry sweetheart, he got transferred, he will be fine” you didn’t like how Jimin’s voice was to mellow, as if you trusted on each other “Speaking of be fine, why don’t you come to my house this evening and work on your essay, I still have the book…”

“I can’t, I have plans already” you cut him, cursing your luck.

“With that Taehyung asshole?” he pushed close your locker door, the sound of metal whipping down the hall, drawing attention.

“Who-?”

“I’ve done my research, all the people who are friends of my little mouse are also my friends.” His face was tainted with craziness and obsession, two things you evoked deeply in Jimin.

“Don’t hurt him.” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

“I won’t” he leaned closer to your lips  “I won’t, unless you don’t do something for me” his lowered chest voice was velvety against your ear skin “Met me at the lab at four, don’t be late little mouse.”

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“Don’t hurt him.” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

“I won’t” he leaned closer to your lips  “I won’t, unless you don’t do something for me” his lowered chest voice was velvety against your ear skin “Met me at the lab at four, don’t be late little mouse.”

Jimin knew exactly what he was doing, he had everything planned. At the end of all, he was a man that always got what he wanted, and he had never wanted anything more than he wanted you. There was this feeling inside his chest, something fiery and energetic burning inside his chest that sparked every time he saw you, something he had never felt before. It was filled with need and angst, but he wouldn’t describe it as love.

Against the common believes, Jimin did knew how love felt like, he had loved people in his life, and he knows love is a pleasing sensation to have. He loved his mother as long as she allowed him to love her, until she went away from him and his father. He loved his father until he realized his dad saw in him the remembrances of the faded love he used to have with his mother, and took all that resentment out with his son. He loved school, and the feeling of being the best at something, being the first of the class would always made him smile, until classes got easy and teachers were boring.

Jimin loved many thing in his life, but the one thing he loved the most was pain.

He adored giving pain to others, being the cause of somebody’s suffering and fear, being dominant and in control of the people’s shivering minds. So he knew very well that whatever he was feeling for you, it wasn’t love. Because he did have this need for seeing you suffer, and with tears in your eyes, but he also wanted the tears to be from pleasure.

Maybe it was just that he liked you; he liked you and the shape of your body. And your well-mannered being. And because he liked you he wanted you as his personal sex toy, his human stress ball. Or so, that’s what he thought.

Inside his limited mind, he didn't realize he actually loved the idea of you giving him pain. Like he didn’t enjoy to its fullest to hurt you, he didn’t love you. The possibility of the object of his deepest desires giving him the sensation he loved the most was blocked. It should always be him the one giving it, the one contemplating the other suffering, not the other way around, right?

When you arrived to the lab, the preoccupation overshadowed your face. Your pretty eyes were frowned and your smile was no way to be seen, but your posture, the way your back hunches gave him hope, as if you were already digesting the fact that he owned you and that he will win this battle. You looked defeated and he loved it. 

Damn, he was loving too many things lately. He was saying that word too often.

You dropped your backpack, the tiredness drifting in your face.

“Okay, speak Jimin” you started, you made your mind and decided that whatever he wanted from you he would get it, if that meant you could be free from him and get sweet Tete away from his filthy hands. “What do you want me to do? Spill it.”

“Wow, not even a ‘good afternoon, Jimin, how has been your day’ or something?”

“What is it?” you insisted not hearing his mocks.

He walked around you, scanning your thick waist and virtues and wondering how could you not know what was it what he wanted. There were two options; you were stupid to not see what you did to him or you ignoring how he felt about you. He hoped you were just stupid.

“It’s a couple of things that you need to do” he murmured, cherishing himself with the freedom of stare at your back and your ass.

“What is it?” you started to feel uncomfortable, but not the type of uncomfortable that made you feel sick when someone checked you out shamelessly, it was the type of comfortless that made  your heartbeat raise and your skin sweat.

“First, I want you to stop seeing Taehyung” He demanded, remembering how he stared at the two kissing on the coffee shop. He remembered how much he wanted to be Taehyung, him, Park Jimin wanting to be somebody else.

“But I don’t want to stop seeing Taehyung, he’s my frien”- you replied, worried because you knew that inside Jimin’s madness, there was no chance you could make him forget about your new friend and don’t hurt him.

“He’s nothing” he said, his eyes connecting with yours when he finally stopped walking around you  “I am the only thing you should be concerned about, me. I am the one who tells what you do, what to feel, what to think and I want you to stop seeing him, if you don’t I will hurt him” he cupped your face with both of his hands your height difference hitting high when he made both of your noses touch by the tips and his breath collided with your skin.

“Do you understand?”

“No.” you still found strength to talk back.

“You don’t?” he arched a brow, smiling cause he found your audacity funny.

“I said I don’t understand.” You smiled back, because you knew what you were going to say will piss him horribly “I don’t understand why would you care so much about someone you find disgusting” you spitted in between teeth, standing on your tippy toes to reach him “I won’t stop seeing Taehy-“

He crashed his lips together with yours because if he hears that damned name coming out of your mouth once again instead of his he would commit homicide. You tried to fight him, you tried to remove his hands away from your cheeks but the harder you tried the stronger he held you.

He set your mouth free with a loud ‘pop’ after sucking your upper lip harshly, a thread of saliva connecting the faded kiss and he couldn’t resist the idea of licking it. So, he brings your face closer and his tongue licked your lips clean. He did it nice and slow, as if he truly enjoyed the taste of your mouth and for a wrong and very questionable reason, you found that… attractive?

“Whether you think you have a choice on that or not, you will not see him again.” And he walked with you to the teacher’s desk, pushing your ass to bounce back against the desk’s line so your pelvis would match his crotch.

“Whatever it takes, uh? I haven’t forgotten that” he spread your legs wide open and placed himself in between them, your hands leaning against the wood because the strength of his upper body was so aggressive you could fall off the table if you didn’t hold to something.

“Jimin what are you doing? I don’t want to do this, I don’t even like you” you tried to fight a little, to make your resistance seemed a little less weak, to appear like a woman who could fight against her needs, even if in that moment you were just a febrile little horny girl.

Maybe it was Jimin’s perfume, the mint and the cigarettes smell that flooded your senses as soon as he came closer to you, the delicious mix that made your mouth salivate and your eyes close wanting to sink in his sweat and swim in his essence forever. Maybe it was his raspy and firm hands that were running up and down all over your body; on your back that was arched pushing out your clothed tits against his chest, his finger tracing the line of your column and squeezing your thighs under the uniform skirt.

Maybe it was just him, and the white line above his upper lips you lowkey always wanted to kiss, in your imagination you thought they tasted like white chocolate, smooth as candy. Whatever it was, it was enough of it to make you feel adored and wanted. Your knees were shaking and your lips were looking for his, but he nailed his head in the space were your neck met your shoulders and he started to sniff loudly.

“What are you doing there?” you asked, holding him by his nape with your right hand.

“Smelling.” And he inhaled again, and in that moment you understood that it wasn’t his smell, nor his hands or lips; it was the way he was sniffing your collarbone line as if it was a line of coke, sucking your perfume so desperately like a drug addict that has been deprived of its poison for years. You didn’t know what was in the air that day, that had you acting so out of yourself, so hot and needy but the only thing you could do was to open your legs wider to him and hold him stronger.

When you let your head back down to enjoy the sensation of his nose tickling you in your neck, he grabbed your head and made you watch him.

“Stand.” He commanded. Grabbing you by the soft flesh of your hips, his fingers tangling around the elastic of your underwear. You followed him, your ass cheeks were burning red from the blood accumulation of been sited on the desk so harshly. Your pink underwear was on display for him, your skirt rolled up around your waist where he had tucked it in for better access.

He kissed you again, seductive and slow and with every move of his tongue and his lips you could feel a border been torn down, melting in his arms.

Without breaking the kiss, he took off his jacket and untied his tie. He untucked his uniform shirt and looked at you when he noticed you haven’t taken off anything. He guessed you were the type that liked to follow orders in bed.

“Take off your jacket.”

“No” you laughed and by this point, even if he could tell you were willing and aroused, you had something for denying him things. He smiled because you were giving him reasons to punish you.

“When I tell you to take off your jacket, you take off your jacket” he grabbed your jacket and teared it apart, throwing it to the floor. “When I tell you to open your shirt, you open your shirt” he ripped the buttons of your white shirt, making them fall apart; your pink bra displaying to him. He closed his eyes and licked his lips when he got to see the fullness of your breast up close. “And when I tell you to undo my belt and suck my dick, you go down and suck my dick” he pushed by your shoulders, and made you fall with his erection in your face.

You were insecure, because you have done this once or twice, but not under these circumstances. Not with someone that has been tormenting you during months, not with someone that has been waiting every minute to see what you do wrong and mocked about it, but for some reason the idea of this, felt… cathartic. There was no lower point than this, and somehow you still found the strength to like it, you just needed to get over it and move on.

You unbuttoned his pants, and kissed his bulge above the boxer’s fabric, and just in case a little small part of you was still doubting if continuing with this madness, the whimpers and soft moans that came out of his mouth pushed you to lick it about his underwear.

“Shit, ___, you should see how hot you look with your tits out and you mouth in my cock”

You undressed his cock and took a deep breath, trying to convince yourself you were doing this because you wanted him to finally leave you alone, and not because you liked him, not because you wanted him.

Jimin on the other hand was ecstatic, he had finally broken you and his fantasies were you pleasing him on your knees and show your body to him were becoming real, the dreams of having you as his slave and finally giving you the ultimate dose of pain.

You sucked him just like he kissed you, nice and slow, taking your time because if you were going to do this you would make sure this was the best blow job this man ever get in his life, so the frustration of not having you again would torture him for the rest of his life and haunt him, even after you were on the other side of the world, back in your hometown.

Unfortunately, you were unaware of a third presence on the room. Standing outside the lab’s door, watching through the window was the shy and boring boy you were having your secret affair. You could not watch him because your back was facing the door, but Jimin could. After a long suck you gave him on the tip of his cock, he opened his eyes surprised and he could saw him.

Taehyung was standing astonished, sad, and disappointed, but still there was this lustful look in his eyes. He was hating the fact that he found the scene extremely seductive, you on your knees pleasuring him with your mouth, but it broke his heart it wasn’t him the one that was standing in front of you, in fact he was angry because it was no other than the scumbag of Park Jimin. How could you? After all the pain and the torments that man and his friends had caused you, you still allowed him to use you for his pleasure like a whore, why?

Taehyung’s feet were glued to the floor, because even if he didn’t want to look anymore, he couldn’t move. Jimin smiled victoriously, eyeing Taehyung through the door when he cupped your cheeks softly and said something Taehyung could not hear, but it might be something sweet because you responded physically with increasing the speed of your mouth and Jimin moaned, no, he shouted your name loud enough so Taehyung could hear in spite the door. Jimin had left a note on Taehyung’s locker that asked him to meet at the lab at 4. Jimin had tried to imitate your handwriting the best he could, but it was so feminine he didn’t think it would work. He guessed Taehyung was so stupid he didn’t notice the difference between your sweet lettering and his harsh handwriting.

“Faster baby, use your tongue I’m so close” he encouraged you, his thumbs caressing the skin of your jaw almost as if he was grateful this was happening. You on the other hand, knew you red lipstick was ruined and probably spread all over your face. Even his penis had red marks on its longitude, and he didn’t care, it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Having sex on school with teachers on the hallways and somebody shamelessly watching the two of you.

“Show him, sweetie” he moaned but then he hurried to correct himself, even if you were so busy to pay attention “Show me how good you suck my dick clean, how much you want me” Jimin managed to say in between his suffocated moans and hearing that made you stop, and something clicked. You did not want him, you didn’t even like him, you wouldn’t even talk to the man outside school. Yes, the situation per se was exciting and erotic, but he was just part of the scenario.

You stood up, his dick bounced and cum drops spilled on the floor.

“What? What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.

“Leaving.” You cleaned your mouth as much as you could and spitted the saliva to his designer shoes, before he could react and dress himself, you picked your backpack from the floor and stared to run forgetting about your jacket and your ripped shirt.

“What the fuck, ___? I haven’t come” he tried to grab you by you elbow but you were faster and you dodged it like a bullet. He hurried to get himself dressed again and pick both of your jackets, trying to collocate his erection back on his pants again but it wasn’t easy.

“I don’t care if you came or not, I don’t want you, I never will this was just me being angry” you run down the lab to the floor and opened the door running away from your stupid and horny decisions, just to find Taehyung on the hallway with tears in  his eyes and a disappointed look on his face.

“Taehyung…” you tried to speak but the words dried out on your throat and the thoughts stopped running in your mind, what could you do? Explain it to him? He saw it all apparently “Is not what you think it is, he- he forced me!” you tried to explain to him, but it came out wrongly. Taehyung arched his brown not believing you, because from what he saw you seemed more that willing to blow him.

“He coaxed me! You got to believe me!” you tried to come closer but Taehyung stepped back, looking at your ripped shirt and your breast. “Why would you let him do that? After all he had put you through.” His voice was so soft and calm, the sadness filtering in his words and just when you were about to tell him that Jimin threatened to hurt him the monster appeared in  the hallway behind you with both of your jackets on his left hand and his backpack on his shoulder.

“You forgot your jacket, little mouse” his mellow voice sounded from behind you, and you felt his arms surround you from your back in a hug. He buried his head in your neck and kissed it devotedly, adding more salt to Taehyung's wound.

“Ugh, get off me!” you push him aside and face him, knowing he had something to do with Taehyung knowing the two of you would be there. “It was you, wasn’t it? You told him to come!”

“Honey, I don’t know what you’re talking about” he played dumbed, his big eyes shone with innocence, and you felt disgusted, you couldn’t believe this was the same creature you were eating alive five minutes ago.  

When you turned around Taehyung was half the way to the door and leaving the building.

“Taehyung, don’t!” you run but Jimin catches you and pulled you closer to him. You started to cry, tears falling down your cheeks and even when Jimin was mad as fuck because he didn’t come in your mouth, he clean them and kissed your wet eyelids, hugging you. Jimin himself didn’t notice he was being tender with someone for the first time ever.

Jimin stared at his room’s celling later that day. He was wearing just his boxers and he had been pleasuring himself for the last two hours, remembering how good your mouth felt around him. Just the memory of your pink 32D bra cups bouncing with every breath made him hard, three times in the evening.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the situation, and why he wasn’t furious with you for frustrating him. If it was another girl, he would have reacted aggressive and obnoxious, but he never stopped to think how would he react because with every girl he had been, he always prioritize his pleasure over theirs. Now you just not let him come undone, but you deny him and push him away after.

It was all so confusing, he thought he had finally breaked you and made you like him, when in fact you legit told him to his face you didn’t care if he came or not, you told him you didn’t want him. He knew he has been dick to you during the past months, and unconsciously he was the reason you were getting beat, but he thought that the sparkle he felt every time he saw was mutual. He was also surprised you still thought he found you disgusting, when it was the total opposite. He found you stunning, sensual and so bratty.

Ugh, what had he done?

The next days at  school became a battle for you as you tried to reach Taehyung and talk to him about Jimin’s extortion and how you wanted to protect him, but every time he saw you on the hallways he ran away in the other directions.

A week later, you started to notice people started to look at you differently, not with disgust or fear like they have before. They were looking at you morbidly, shamelessly. You could even hear them laugh and gossip after you walk pass them on the school’s hallways and the cafeteria.

“Did you hear her and Jimin are banging?” a female voice said not so discreetly.

“I don’t think so, maybe it was something she invented herself” a boy responded.

“I know, she’s not Jimin’s type, she’s out of shape”

“Besides, Jimin has Meeyon why would he pick her?”

You started to felt anxious, how did everybody knew about your shameful episode with Jimin on the lab? Maybe this was his ultimate prank on you, his ultimate humiliation. Maybe he recorded it and he was sharing it social media. You started to feel panicked, your tray with food shaking on the middle of the tables where you were looking for an empty space to sit and eat.

But the whole room went silent when a senior throwed your lunch to the floor and pulled you by your clothes with his closed fists, face too close to yours.

“Is it true Jimin is fucking you?” he asked shamelessly in front of everybody.

“What? No!”

“Taehyung is saying that” you felt your heart broke in a million pieces when the guy dropped the name of the one person who knew about the incident besides you and Jimin. “What? He did not say that-?”

“He is saying that, I guess I want a private session at the lab as well”

“Eww! Get off me, please” you started to push him, looking for someone to help you get away from him.

“I thought Jimin hated you, turns out he just wanted you to be his who-“

The guy couldn’t finish his sentence because a strong hand was grabbing him by the tie and tangling it around his neck, squeezing hard. Jimin throwed the idiot to the floor in four and pulled the tie up making him seemed like a dog.

“Careful with what you touch, asshole” he said and the whole cafeteria gasped with shock just like you did. Jimin placed his boot on the guy’s back and leaned his weight on him “Was he bothering you?” he asked making eye contact with you, his voice less aggressive, almost concerned when it came to you.

“Jimin leave him alone, he’s getting red” you said trying to see if the boy was breathing but Jimin put the tie higher, so it became tighter around his neck.

“It’s what he deserves, he called you a whore” Jimin started to roll the tie around his fist and pulled his neck closer to his ear so the human trash could hear him “Why do you care if someone is fucking her or not?” he whispered, even when everybody was silent just the poor idiot could hear him.

“Do you like her or what?” even when the boy could not answer Jimin took that for a ‘yes’ and he was pissed at that, how many people in that school wanted you? “I’m gonna take that as a yes, but you getting any near her it’s a no if you want to keep breathing”

Jimin saw the fear in your eyes and he understood why you didn’t like him back. You feared him, he just needed to show you his tender side and be careful with you, then you would want him. “Well, I guess I have to make you breath” Jimin dropped the tie and the guy untied it as fast as he could, coughing in relief and crawling.

“Apologize.” Jimin kicked him on the ribs and he cried in pain crawling away from you “I said apologize! Head on the floor, on your knees right now” Jimin lost his patience and threw him to the floor in front of you, placing his boot on the boy’s back once again to push his body down. “Lower, ask her for forgiveness”

“I’m so sorry” the guy shouted, his nose closed from all the crying “I’m very sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so so sorry” Jimin stared at you, waiting for your response. If you said you were okay with his mediocre apology he would let him go, if not, the miserable idiot would not leave the school walking.

“If you are not satisfied he will crawl all over the court yard until you are.” Something inside you got amused with that perspective, because it was always you the one been humiliated and mistreated, you wanted to see someone suffering for the first time. But if someone was going to crawl was Jimin himself.

“It’s okay, let him go” you whispered and Jimin grabbed him by the t-shirt and made him stand.

“Fucking go, just go!” Jimin pushed  him out, and he noticed how deadly silent the cafeteria was, all of the eyes staring at the two astonished “What the fuck you all are looking at? Mind your business” and with that, everybody acted like nothing happened, the noise returning and the food line moving forward again.

You let your food to the side and walk out the cafeteria, with Jimin following your fee.

“___! Where are you going sweetheart?” he grabbed you softly by one of your wrists and made you look at him, there was still this unhappy expression on your face he didn’t like. “What is it? You’re still pissed? I told you if you weren’t happy with his-“

“It’s not him that I am angry with!” you dropped your hand away from his, you didn’t know who you needed to hate that moment. Taehyung for spreading the rumors and made everyone obsessed with your sexual life, or Jimin who coaxed you and seduce you to have sex in a public space. “Have you heard what they’re saying?” you cried, breaking in front of him once more.

“About the rumors Taehyung is spreading? Yes, I have heard them.”

“Why would he do that?” you pressed your face in the palm of your hands trying to stop the tears.

“Because he is salty and jealous.” He answered, hands in his pockets.

“I need to get him back” you murmured to yourself, but Jimin heard it. His eyes widened furiously, oh how much he hated that idiot. Gladly, he took the advantage before you could do something stupid like coming back to that idiot’s arms. He made his father end Taehyung’s scholarship and made him go back to his old public high school.

“Oh, didn’t you hear’” his devilish tone was back again, his mellow tone he was lately using with you gone “Taehyung’s internship is over, he’s back at his old school.”

“Since when?” you asked incredibly sad and shocked .

“Yesterday, his last day here was yesterday” he tried to contain his grin but he was so happy Taehyung was out of your life, he could finally have you all for yourself.

“He didn’t even say goodbye.” You broke again and he hugged you, your wet eyes wetting his shirt but he couldn’t care, not in a moment where you were hugging him back and he caressed your hair tenderly to comfort you.

“Of course he didn’t, he was angry and immature, he didn’t deserve you” he whispered sweetly, poisoning your ear. Intoxicating your mind with his sweet whispers of consolation. He drove you home that day, the incident in the cafeteria and Taehyung’s betrayal left you drained.

The truth was that Taehyung's intershipe didn't end, Jimin spoke with his father and told him he was spreading fake rumors about the other interchange girl's reputation. Sexual rumors that involve him and the foreign girl.

"The brazilian?" his father spoke indiferent not even looking at his son's eyes, whatever that was displaying on his laptop being important. "Yes I remember her, many students complained about her sports uniform"

"Taehyung is harassing her, and because she didn't liked him back he's spreading fake rumors of her and I" his father sent him back to the old school with a misconduct record. Jimin on the other hand, had made the rumors himself, leaving an not so anonymous note in the school complaint box where he detailed the explosive moment between the two after classes inside the school instalations, signing as Taehyung.

Days went by, and somehow, Jimin became strangely attached to you, like a lapdog that seemed lost and helpless. He started to sit next to you during lunch, he would no longer steal from your food. One day he surprised you with a strawberry milk bottle.

“What’s this?” you asked annoyed.

“Strawberry milk.” He responded thinking to himself this had happened before.

“I know this is strawberry milk, what do you want me to do with it?”

“This is the first bottle of many I have to compensate, it was a long time of me acting like an idiot.” You were so helpless with everything that was happening, he took the chance to grab your hand with his and kiss it tenderly, to set the promise.

Three days after that, you opened your locker and found a bucket of red roses and a small gift bag with a handwritten note.

“I know I made you feel the total opposite, but you are the most exquisite woman  I’ve ever seen, I love the color red on you, but I love it more when you paint it on me. Yours, Jimin.”

You open the gift, and you saw three new lipstick for you. The same brand, same tone you would always use. Did he memorize the tone or did he checked your makeup bag? You were intrigued, because when he drove you home the other day after the cafeteria incident, he didn’t even ask you where you lived, he just drove while you were lost in your mind and when you least noticed he was parking in front of your building. 

The gifts and the public love affections kept coming. After the lab semi intercouse, Jimin started acting as if you were something, he started to act like a boyfriend. You were so shocked and confused by his behavior that you would literally ignore him, if he sat beside you in the library you would put your headphones on and focus on your homework. If he waited for you after classes to drive you home you would hurry up to the bus station and get on the first bus that took you far from there. 

The thing was that he was always there. For every time you would try to ignore him, he would remain stuck to your side like a puppy and people still noticed it. They were already making assumptions about you and him officially dating since Jimin had never, ever been like this with anybody. Not even Meeyon, who was his regular girl for a long time. 

The gifts didn’t stop coming as well. Everyday you would find something new hiding in your locker. Monday, he left you the lipsticks. Tuesday he left you a red pair of heels and a very explicit letter about how he imagined you wearing them. Wednesday he left you cherry earrings that were exactly just like the ones you would wear but those had embedded crystals. Thursday he left you red velvet cupcakes and expensive chocolates. Friday a red dress that was too tight and too short to be wear on a school event.

You didn’t understand him. You knew he wanted you, he craved you deeply, beyond his understatement and apparently he found you attractive in spite of all the time he humiliated you because of your body. If it was all about the desire, why would he be acting like a boyfriend with you? He already got to humiliate you one last time and making you blow him. 

Yes. You remember he didn’t finish, but still. Actually it would make more sense if he was furious with you, so angry he shouldn’t even care about you, but there he was, glued to you like a goddamn sticker. It was almost like a challenge for him, you felt, your rejection making him more persistent. 

You decided to end his suffering and yours, by giving him a note during history class. A pink post-it arrived to his seat that said ‘meet me after classes, same time, same place'. You could see his side profile smiling like a fool when he read it and he thought he was progressing with you. 

Your sentence came by the time the clock hit 4. 

But for a reason you didn’t feel any fear. Somehow, Jimin did not scared you anymore. You could finally see him for what he was, an infatuated boy who didn’t have the means or the sensibility to say he liked you, and because he couldn't he decided to bully you instead.

You wanted to play hard and dirty at least once like he did, and be heartless just like he has been with you. You found that funny and sad. Pathetic even. You wanted to give him wings and cut them off, you wanted to see him fall to the ground with his broken back and bleeding face asking mercy and not showing any of it. You were leaving very soon, it wasn’t like you would see him again. 

You decided to return to him every drop of evilness, but in a sweet envelope.

His sentence came by the time the clock hit 4. 

Jimin was surprised by how fast you arrived at the lab, you were already there when he was just entering by the door and closing it. But, unlike the other times he told you to come here, you were sat on the teacher’s desk, your legs crossed, and the uniform’s skirt spread a little too open for his little too thirsty view. 

“You came early, you can’t last a minute without me, can you?” he teased, taking a seat in front of you. 

“I should be the one saying that, rumors say you were sad during my inability period. Did you miss your little mouse? No one wanted to play with you?” you faked a pout, and the image of you pouting your lips and the words your little mouse coming out of it mixed made him hard. He gave a little snort on his seat incredulous, trying to control his erection and making it seemed like he wasn’t dying to have a piece of you. Again.

“I wasn’t sad. I was bored, making your life miserable was quite funny” he tried to replicate his usual sarcastic voice, but your mellow voice and the mocking shine on your lips made him nervous. You were never like this with him. 

“Whatever, why are you being so attentive with me? I didn't knew you were an expert on lipstick's tone” you rolled your eyes, quite enjoying the sight of him swallowing hard and starting to sweat. 

"I'm trying to change" he doubted a little before saying that, not wanting to appear weak and vulnerable, but his sight was too affected with the sight of your naughty hand caressing your thigh.

"Why would you change?" your innocent tone was a perfect imitation of his, and you were extremely familiarized with his voice at this point so you replicated it perfectly.

“I-I wanted to ask you out” he said firmly.

“And what makes you think I’m going out with you?” 

“Because I can hurt you.” he tried to sound intimidating like before, but you laughed. Jimin will not touch or hurt you again, first he will have to kneel and lick the tip of your shoes.

“That is not a reason, Jimin, that is a condition” you were starting to enjoyed yourself and the conversation, you were finding out that Jimin was a barely tolerable person when he was being polite “give me a good reason on why I should date you” 

“Because I’m rich” he spitted.

“I don’t care about money, I have money myself I don’t someone else’s cash” you contradicted him “Come one, give me another”

“Because I’m handsome”

“Yes, but not my type, you are a little noisy and I prefer them… quiet” you contradicted him again. 

“Because I’m powerful” he was losing his patience, his three mainstays were being wrecked down with your filthy mouth. 

“You are not powerful, your father is powerful, you are just another rich little boy hiding behind his daddy’s wallet” you laughed, and Jimin stood quickly, kicking the sit out and walking fast to you but you did not flinch. What else could he do? The worst things already happened to you in that damn school, there was no lower point so you will not leave without minimizing him once. 

“Shut up!” he shouted close to your face, and he noticed on your features the victory glow. You were happy because you were touching the right buttons, the ones that turned him to nothing.

“You know something, Jimin?” you cock your head to the side “I was wondering why you call me little mouse, why would you pick such a name for me? And then I got it, it’s because you are always chasing me, haunting me…” you took advantage of the proximity and looked down at his shirt, ad your eyes followed the seat trail down his abs. The white transparent fabric of it revealing his tanned skin underneath. 

“So, if I am the mouse, that makes you the cat. And, isn’t the cat always chasing the mouse because it is starving?” you looked back at him, and his jaw dropped when you looked at him with lust, you placed your right hand on his chest making him close his eyes in suffering “Aren’t you starving, Jimin? Don’t you wanna have a taste?” Your left hand dropped on his bulge and he panted, throwing his head back. 

“You’ve been a bad kitten…” you pulled him closer, grabbing his tie. 

Jimin opened his mouth ready to kiss you but the hand that was on his erection went up to cover his mouth. 

“Oh no, what makes you think you can kiss me? You don’t deserve my kisses” 

Jimin’s eyes were wet, but you didn’t if it was of excitement or desperation. Maybe both. His gaze was stuck on your lips, and his tongue started to lick his own, anticipating and remembering the taste of yours.

“Please.” 

“No.” you were turning your back from him, ready to leave him hot and suffering, 

but Jimin grabbed your wrist and repeated: “I said please.” 

“And I said no.” you tried to get off him, but his hand was strong on yours. 

Jimin couldn’t believe you had him by his balls. He almost believed you went you started to act all lustful and started to offer yourself to him, but two people could play this game and he wouldn’t let you leave that room without all his fantasies coming true.

“You are not going anywhere when I’m hard as fuck, you started this you will finish it” 

“Go with Meeyon, Jimin” you laughed bitterly on his face “Close your eyes and think of me” 

“So you know? How much I want you?” he started to kiss your neck aggressively and you melted when his hands touched your thighs devotedly, up and down. He couldn’t believe you knew about his desire for you and you let him suffer alone, for months. 

“You're not exactly discreet” you breathed heavily when he laid you down on the desk and started to unbutton your shirt, his finger rushing and running wobbly over the fabric. When he took the slacks off you and your tummy and breast appeared in front of you he moaned, your red lace bra and your smooth stomach skin being too much for him.

"Oh my god, ___" he moaned and leaned towards you, passing his face over your breasts and your abdomen with devotion, leaving wet kisses and quick licks here and there, rewarding himself with the salty taste of your skin.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right" you exhaled, your raspy voice commanding him beyond the excitement "Be a good kitten and take my clothes off, but first lock the door so no one can interrupt us"

Jimin followed your orders, running to the lab's door and closing it in seconds and coming back to you because he felt you could regret it and leave him turned on and alone.

He came back, knelt in front of your belly and with his fast hands took off the bra and started to kiss you again, sucking your nipples without breaking eye contact because watching you with your open legs, unbuttoned shirt and head back moaning and was the most mesmerizing thing he has ever watched.

"Uhg, Jimin-" you whispered, feeling yourself and the burning pleasure in your chest.

He he took advantage of the fact that you were so paralyzed by the pleasure in your breasts and began to slide down your red socks that reached your knees. He painfully separated his mouth off your tits and kissed each knee, his tongue and lips caressing your shins thirsty.

He felt himself burned, and he realized his clothes were intact. He undo his tie and took his uniform sweater, then his shirt and he was so concentrated on taking his clothes off fast that he didn't realize you had put your skirt up your panties to the side and your fingers were moving up and down your folds.

"___, wait for me honey" he begged taking down his pants and throwing his shirt to the floor.

"Meu gatinho está ansioso, uh?" your voice hot and raspy as cognac hit him like a truck after listen to you in your native language, the sensuality ablazing his ears "Muito gato"

"Yes! "he agreed to whatever you were saying, closing his eyes to enjoy the sound of it "Whatever you want, little mouse"

You slide down your panties, your skirt rolled up and tangled around your wait and the uniform shirt opened ready and aroused for him. Jimin had his pants on his ankles and shirt open as well, but he decided to cover your naked body with his, placing both of you in front the desk but his booty was the only one you could see if someone happen to watch through the door's window.

"Compensate me, Jimin" you said, extending your back down the desk and opening your legs without a glance of modesty for having your body so exposed.

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm gonna make it up to you" he leaned down his mouth getting closer to the cusp in between your legs, "I'm gonna make you feel so good" he sucked your clit and scattered small kisses, making you twist above the table.

"From this day to forever I'm gonna worship you" he licked the juices of your excitement that spilled down your inner thighs "Oh, shit ___, you taste like fucking strawberries" he should have known you would taste like the fucking red color at its sweetest version.

"Fuck me, Jimin, I want to come with you inside me, come on kitten" you mewl, lost in the lust and the hotness of the moment. Jimin hurried to take a condom out of his wallet and put it on himself, so fast he didn't realize you were laughing at him until he heard you.

"Look at you, so anxious to be inside me, so pathetic and compliant, who would have thought?" Jimin couldn't believe your words, but he was more surprised by how erotic he found the perspective of you being mean to him "Did the mouse get your tongue?" you asked again mocking at his picked name for you and how inaccurate it was from the reality in that moment "Hurry or I'm gonna leave"

"S-sorry" he hurried to his task of putting the condom on. He brought you closer to him on the desk and lifted your legs around his waist, accommodating his cock in your entrance. You both moaned in each other mouths when the tip of his dick touched your swollen clit.

He entered slow but steady, increasing the movements of his hips and burying his head in your neck.

"You're such a loser, Jimin" you whispered on his ear "This could have happened months ago if you weren't such an asshole" you tortured him, being intuitive of his kinks "All that money, that arrogance and that face of yours and for what? paired with that lame personality of course you would be scared of girls"

"I'm just scared of you" he confessed.

"Meu gatinho estava com medo de falar comigo?" you pouted your lips, faking comfort "My kitten was scared of talking to me?" you repeated so he could understand. He nodded concentrated in the rhythm of his ramming.

"Why so scared, kitten?"

"Because you're beautiful." he answered ashamed, as if it was obvious yet he tried to deny it for everybody. You knew you shouldn't care if he thought you were attractive, if you were his type or not, he has been hurting your self-esteem for months, but you couldn't contain your pleased expression when he called you beautiful.

"How beautiful?" you asked.

"Like a princess, a fucking princess of sex and cherries, you're so stunning I couldn't believe your body was real, it's god-gifted"

"Jimin!" You screamed, feeling your walls contract together closer, his cock feeling your insides squeezing against him.

"I'm so close"

"I'm close too, princess" he followed you, his erratic hip thrusts making the desk move underneath your ass, the screeches of metal against the floor being louder of what you expected; suddenly coming and finish was a necessity, you needed to get the heck out of that classroom before someone came to get you in trouble.

"I should have take you to my house, I bought red sheets just because they reminded me of you"

"You should buy a red taxi then for when leave to the airport, I'm going home soon" your sarcastic voice was something he was starting to adore.

"You're not going anywhere, and if you go I will follow you"

"You wouldn't last a day in my school" you moaned louder and higher, repeating his name while you felt yourself finishing. He followed you, your moans, his name in your lips, your sweat and the sensation of your pussy around him was too much for him to last two more seconds.

He kissed your neck devotedly, the valley of your breast and your jaw. Devotion and tenderness along side with sweet words of promises and accomplished dreams.

Little did he knew that below the water, you were ready to leave his country and his school that night. You had advanced the paperwork with the exchange office and requested your return before the scheduled date, you bought your airplane ticket and packed your apartment.

You just asked him to join you here because you wanted to give him a small taste of something he could never have again. He drove you home that day, and when he got out of the car he took a little gift box from his backpack.

"This is for you" he gave you the box, in front of your building's door "It's uhm- it's a ring that I had made for you" It was a white gold ring that had a heart shaped ruby stone embedded to it, it also had your name engraved on it. He took your delicate hand with his and put the ring in your middle finger, kissing your knuckles. You tried to ignore how tender and loving that kiss felt.

"I'll see you tomorrow" he said innocently, so unaware of your departure.

"I'll see you then" you smiled happily, kissing his cheek.

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