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Rogue - Part 1

Pairing: Fuckboy!Taehyung X Reader

Word Count: 8.4K

W: offensive words?

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You woke up to a nice morning. It’s not every day that you felt some type of motivation to get up from your bed and start your day. You slipped into your sweater as you quietly hummed some tunes you didn’t care enough to remember which commercial jingle was it from. The beautiful birds’ chirp filled your ears. The fresh, crisp air filled your lungs. It was supposed to be a good day. You even walked into your class earlier than you usually did, throwing the empty cup of delicious coffee you just sipped as you walked past as garbage can.

All that just to be ruined by a certain hazelnut-haired and coffee-eyed boy you met in the university hallway. You knew him, obviously, even a little too familiar for your own comfort. Who didn’t know the notorious Kim Taehyung? The devilishly handsome young man that may pass as innocent in most eyes until people found out how he actually was. To put it simple, he’s a fuckboy. There were countless women that he had slept with. He’s the life of frat parties, and for the better or worse, dropper of panties. His ungodly visual features himself was enough to make girls threw throw themselves at him. That, plus an incredibly heavenly deep voice that was music to many ears. Not to mention his never-failing methods of picking up girls. He rarely failed, he smashed well, and very smug with that. However, his no-strings-attached rule made him the kind of guy that girls infatuated with at night by his so-called excellent performances, but despised at morning while he quickly shoved himself into his jeans and leave their beds. He didn’t really have a golden personality, but apparently, his looks paid well to cover the fact that he’s a huge jerk.

Basically, he never did anything to bother you, but he did annoy the hell out of your best friend. Jessi was your friend ever since you stepped into the university. She’s the exact opposite of everything about you. She’s an extrovert, enjoyed being the center of attention; while you might be outgoing at times, you rather stick into your introverted lifestyle. She spent her weekends jumping around from one party to another; while you rather stay at your couch and bury yourself in an endless amount of books or TV shows. She’s the very definition of sanguine, and a very pretty one too. Her hair, her skin, her body, her overall features, everything about her was just right. But despite being very popular, her closest and truest friend was just you alone.

Sometimes, people call her the female version of Taehyung. She just loved sleeping around and having a good time with partners that you’ve never witnessed more than once, or “trial and error” as she jokingly put it. To you, there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone could do whatever they want without being judged. But on the face of it, people thought of Taehyung as ‘typical’ or ‘mainly normal for a guy like him’, but saw Jessi as ‘cheap’ or ‘easy’. It infuriated you, but Jessi always shrugged it off with a saying that sounded something like “it’s the risk of being a baddie, I don’t mind at all.” You had always admired her confidence and ‘no-fucks-given’ attitude.

But this time, you couldn’t help but enraged. There Jessi was, standing in the corner where you usually met her in the morning, minding her own business with her phone, but there was also Taehyung and the rest of his dudes. It seemed like they were catcalling her or some sort, and it was more than clear to you that Jessi was pissed. Even so, she just rolled her eyes and kept on doing whatever she was doing. Jessi never slept with Taehyung, although Taehyung flirted with her a couple of times in parties. She said herself that he wasn’t really her type and wouldn’t try to get him on her bed. But a person like Taehyung didn’t really accept the fact that not everybody wanted him to get into their pants.

As you walked closer, you could overheard some of the things he said.

“—some type of way. I mean, look at her,” He grinned that boxy-grin that was one of his trademarks. You unconsciously furrowed your eyebrows, a sign of you being disgusted.

Jessi stayed silent. She received a lot of treatments like this from immature boys, and while a good ol’ sarcasm might do the job to shut them, she had told you once that the better option was just to brush them away.

When Jessi didn’t make any attempt to respond him, he went on. “But what I don’t get is that you’re sleeping around with everyone, yet you don’t want to do it with me,” His friends snickered. You recognized some of them as Jessi’s former sexual partners. One of them ranked good by Jessi, but the other one was below average. Jessi always told you who she’s seeing, and after she’s done with them, she just made you laugh with her witty yet honest reviews.

“You’re a whore anyway,” Taehyung continued. “Not sleeping with me doesn’t make you any better, you know that, right?”

And that’s the final straw. This guy right here had the audacity to speak like that to a person you really care about. In public.

You knew you were usually calm and reserved. And you knew very well that you and Taehyung had never exchanged more than ten words. Nonetheless, you walked straight to him, passed Jessi, and right into his face.

“Why are you calling her a whore?” You spat the words before you regret any of it. “Because she refuse to suck your dick?”

You’ve had the habit of creating snarky comebacks in your head, but never actually speak them loudly to the person you’re talking to. But this time, you’ve let all the sarcastic comments you’ve picked up from sitcoms you’ve seen and let them flow out. It felt refreshing.

Taehyung and his friends seemed taken aback. Why wouldn’t he? It’s not every day a random girl that’s eight inches shorter than him dared marching to him and yelled at him with no reason. He didn’t say anything except for a short “excuse me?”

“Well, I’m so sorry to break it down for you,” You exhaled with a false sympathetic face. “But she doesn’t really go for a guy who comes right after three seconds into blowjob.”

You knew it’s not true. At least, you’ve heard that it’s not true. Girls here and there who had experienced Taehyung in sheets had thrown thousands of compliments about his marvelous ‘administrations’. And none of them sounded pretty close to him being a premature ejaculator, or being a bad one at all.

Jessi herself was surprised. She let out a small laugh through her nose. Nevertheless, she smiled proudly at you. Jessi had defended you countless times of so-called bullies with savagery, and it’s time for you to pay her back. Although you’re sure she didn’t really need it.

Taehyung looked startled, but found it amusing. He knew you from some obligatory classes you took with him. Taehyung took you as a straight-As student who preferred museums over frat houses. He also knew you as Jessi’s friend, but he never thought that you’d speak like this. He thought, interesting.

Taehyung said in an amused tone, “Oh, a whore and a prude,” His friends sneered. “What a unique pair,” He said the word ‘unique’ as if it’s the strangest word he’s ever heard. But he didn’t stop there. “So this is your sidekick, huh?” He pointed his chin to you, but eyes diverted to Jessi.

Jessi didn’t even had the chance to reply. You shot him right away, “A prude?” You stifled a laugh. Your palms might be sweating and your nervousness might creep its way to your spine, but you wouldn’t stop, and couldn’t stop. Yes, you had only one previous sexual partner, and yes, you didn’t show up to parties and disliked most of the things common in parties, but you were confident you’re not a prude. You knew enough stuffs to keep you going.

Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows, and smiled a smug smile. “Um, yeah,”

You inhaled and exhaled. “Excuse me, but I bet you’ll take that back when I ride you so damn good you’ll be seeing stars.”

At this point, it was chaotic. His friends started shouting like wild monkeys, still couldn’t believe that you just said that. It attracted some attention from the people around. Jessi’s mouth was slightly agape, but it later developed into a smirk.

The corner of Taehyung’s lips twitched, yet he still maintained his smug smile you’ve grown to hate in a matter of minutes. Taehyung had a weak spot in dirty talks, especially innocent-looking smart-ass girl with a filthy mouth.

And that might be a little too much, because you were certain you lacked experience to be spewing that around. But it didn’t matter.

The first thing that crossed Taehyung’s mind was ‘how dare she said that to my face’, but it soon turned into a game-like thing to him. You wanted to play this with him? Fine, he’d take his chance.

“So you think you’re that good, huh?” Taehyung smirked. “Well, why don’t you just show me?”

You raised your eyebrows. You really, really did not anticipate that. But you’ve made it this far, which was more than anything you’ve been before, and you couldn’t afford to lose.

But before you even thought about another snarky comment, he cut you off. “Or, maybe, for the better, why don’t both of you just show me?” He signaled to Jessi and back to you. “My hand-eye coordination’s good, doing two at the same time is a piece of cake.”

Both of you went silent. Is this guy for real? You thought.

“Or maybe you are just all bark, no bite,” He and his friends laughed.

You didn’t see this coming, but still, you replied, “Oh my God,” you rolled your eyes. “First, we don’t do guys who jizz in their pants just from seeing tits.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t allow him.

You continued, “And second, if you think that you’re really that flexible,” You had no idea if this word had any relevance to what he implied before, regardless, you said, “maybe you can just do us a favor and go fuck yourself.”

By that, his friends went ballistic, but some of them still dared laughing. You grabbed Jessi’s hand and walked away.

You felt a jumble of emotions, but for now, you’ve got classes to catch.

“Damn, girl,” Jessi started. “I didn’t know you’re that savage!”

After today’s classes, you and Jessi sat in your favorite coffee shop near the campus. You smiled as you sipped your iced Americano, while Jessi gulped down her soy latte.

“Oh, wait, I already knew you’re a savage,” She continued. “But that? That is just bold.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s nothing,” You bit the corner of your lower lip. “It’s just, I couldn’t stand him saying that to you.”

“Aw, babe, thanks,” Jessi smiled. “You’re such a cutie. But he’s a jerk and let him just be any kind of jerk he wants.”

You shrugged. “Jess, aren’t you even slightly irritated by people acting like that towards you? I mean—“

“I know, I know,” She cut you off. She placed her hand above your hand. “You don’t have to worry, I got it.”

But you knew very well that she disliked it when people speak of her as if she’s some kind of a cheap meat anyone could smash. She might be sleeping around with no relationship, but she didn’t just pick anyone and go home with him. She practiced safe sex, and that’s the only thing that matter to you. Jessi was smart enough to know who to do’s and don’ts. You trusted her in making that decision. You just never ceased to forget reminding her to be safe.

“Fuck double standards,” You exhaled.

Both of you sat there in silence. Enjoying your coffee and turning your attentions into the street outside the coffee shop. It was peaceful and quiet, exactly like how you love—

“By the way, what are you doing this Friday night?” Jessi burst your serene bubble with a mischievous glint on her eyes. You knew too damn well that she was up to something.

“You mean, tomorrow night?” You turned your attention back to her.

“Yeah, silly,” She flipped her chocolate hair and grinned. Oh, she was definitely up to something.

You tried to think of something, anything to make you seem as if you’d be busy tomorrow night. Your mind went blank. Perhaps because you actually had nothing planned for this Friday night.

“I got nothing.” You said shortly and honestly.

“Good!” She exclaimed in joy and continued. “So, there’s this party at—“

“No, no, no,” You shook your head so fast you could feel your ponytail going left and right in a rapid speed. Not frat parties. Anything but frat parties.

“Aw, (Y/N), come on!” She insisted. “It’s at Jungkook’s! You know it’s going to be dope!”

You couldn’t help but agree. Jungkook was a rich handsome spoiled brat at Taehyung’s caliber. In fact, Jungkook was Taehyung number one buddy. Jungkook’s family lived in a large villa-like house with swimming pool in the middle and whatsoever. And every time his parents left the city, which was often, he threw parties over and every single one of them was extremely lit. You’ve been to two of his parties (thanks to the ever-so persuasive Jessi) and all of them were wild, even for you personally. He served fine liquors, fine weeds, and fine ladies. The last one was the truest, since Jungkook seemed to gather prettiest ladies from everywhere to attend his get-togethers. These women did you nothing, but you just didn’t truly feel comfortable near them because they reminded you of how plain you looked compared to them. That’s just one of your reasons to dislike parties. Insecurities did you wondrous things.

“Um, I don’t know, Jess,” You diverted your eyes from her and into your coffee.

“You know I never try to convert you into my belief or whatever,” You laughed at that. Jessi had never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. But the way she said it to you was just funny. “Still, you got to admit that you need some refreshments.”

“I can get my kicks out of a night with Netflix,”

Jessi threw her head back and groaned. “(Y/N), aren’t you tired of tests and books and assignments and so many things like that? You need to, you know, go out and have some fun!” She said that in a sing-song voice and did a little dance with her elbows.

You let out a deep breath. She’s right and you knew that. Besides, you had just finished an incredibly hectic week. You felt as if the weekly dosage of assignments and stress you usually got had been doubled up. A little night out wouldn’t hurt, right?

Jessi pouted and you kept staring at her for a few minutes while the gears in your brain worked.

After what seemed like hours, Jessi just moved her shoulders. “You don’t have to go, you know that,”

But after debating with yourself, you’ve made a decision. “Nope. I’m going.”

And Jessi just screamed so loud it made heads turned in that coffee shop. Your mind wandered on what kind of outfit you should wear tomorrow, almost completely forgot the little thing that happened this morning.

On the other side, Taehyung couldn’t forget what happened this morning. Did that girl just walk right into him and harass him in front of his friends? He still couldn’t accept the fact that you, practically a stranger to him, just told him to go fuck himself and walked away as if nothing happened.

“What the actual fuck,” Taehyung silently mouthed those four words as you turned your back and left with Jessi. He wasn’t used having his pride hurt, so this feeling was completely alien to him. He might’ve looked like he didn’t give a damn and walked away in the opposite direction, got some good laugh with this friends shortly after, but deep inside he was infuriated. He’s mad and oh, how he wanted payback. The only problem was how he could get it done.

“You’re still going, right?” Jessi spoke over the phone. It was 06.42 P.M and that meant eighteen minutes before you were supposed to meet Jessi and left for the party at Jungkook’s. You had convinced Jessi a couple of times that a) You would go to this party, b) You would show up with her, and c) You would goddamn go to the party! Apparently, Jessi was still so excited about you finally leaving your cave and she was afraid you might cancel in any time, so she decided that calling you every ten minutes was a great idea.

“Yes! Yes I will, Jess! Stop calling!” You practically screamed to the phone. Jessi just giggled and made kissy voices, then hung up. You got other things to think over right now, and one of them being your outfit.

You had spent the last hour looking for the perfect clothes to wear, but everything in your closet seemed too much, too less, and nothing right. God, you really need to go shop for some new wardrobe. What’s left in your closet was just t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. None of them really scream ‘I’m ready for party!’ to you.

In the end, you decided to just slip on a tight black turtleneck sweater that you’ve forgotten you owned and completed it with high-waisted short jeans that, too, you’ve forgotten you owned. When was the last time you dress up and go for a night out? You couldn’t remember. Maybe you needed tonight more than you thought.

You settled with a pair of boots instead of high-heels or whatever girls usually wore on occasions like this. First, you didn’t own one. And second, you wanted to be comfortable because you knew the last time you wore something that resembled stilettos at your cousin’s wedding, you almost tripped and destroyed the wedding cake. You pushed your phone into your jeans pocket, grabbed a coat because you knew it’s chilly outside, and you locked your apartment on your way out.

You met Jessi at a convenience store near both your apartments. She looked like a complete knockout compared to you. She wore tight-fit little black dress with a halter top that hugged her body perfectly. She’s taller than you, but now in her sky-high stiletto that only God knew how to walk properly with that, she stood as high as a skyscraper next to you. His long chocolate locks laid beautifully on her shoulders.

On the ride to Jungkook’s, Jessi looked at you with that mischievous glint that she always had when she’s up to something.

“What?” You asked and clicked your tongue.

She grinned and asked, “When was the last time you got a good dicking down?”

You choked on your own spit and nervously glanced at the Uber driver who thankfully seemed to be drowning in the old song played from the radio instead of overhearing your conversation.

“Come on, don’t look so surprised,” She poked your right arm repeatedly. “Be frank to me and spill. Now.”

There’s nothing to spill anyway. Between the last guy you’ve told Jessi until now, there was no one in between.

“Jin.” You said shortly. “No one after him.”

Jessi looked so surprised as if she couldn’t believe you. “Are you for real?”

Jin was a past that you didn’t like to dig. You met him on one Monday morning rush. You were in your first year and you were running late for an important class. You didn’t really watch your step, everything that crossed your mind was just how this certain professor took attendance for thirty-percent of your grades which you desperately need, but had a major hatred of people being late. He rather had you not showing up in his class at all than showing up even five minutes late.

You just kept walking, and unbeknownst to you, another man, holding his coffee while scrolling on his phone also walked from another direction in the same pace as you. And in a matter of twenty seconds, that said coffee cup was flying into your direction, specifically to your white shirt.

It was beyond warm, it was hot. It burned your skin but the first thing that came up to your mind (and to your mouth, in that matter) was, “I’m late!”

It was exactly another four seconds until you’ve let the hotness sink in, and you screamed, “My Lord it’s hot!”

The man who accidentally threw his coffee into you panicked, which sent you into the same state of panic, and also resulted in both of you scrambled around like lost chicks looking for their unseen mother; going around but useless.

And it was another seven minutes that you’ve exchanged names (and handkerchief) with the said stranger, learning that this wide-shoulder man’s name was Kim Seokjin, he went to the same university as you, on his second year, and he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You didn’t go to the class you’re supposed to be having, but instead you spent an entire morning replaying the scene into your mind.

Three weeks passed and you learned more from him. Beneath his gracious appearance, laid a goofy man who loved spewing unfunny dad jokes that still made you laugh because of the way his face turned into a static mid-laugh expression waiting for you to get the joke. You both also learned that you watched the same shows and loved anything that involved eating. It didn’t take long until you both had your first kiss and it evolved into a relationship.

Three months into the relationship and you’ve had it for the first time with him. But for you, it was your first time with anyone, ever. He was gentle that time, showing you carefully that what once felt like pain, turned into pleasure in no time. You loved every second of it.

Nine months and a happy relationship. You did cooking together many times since he was surprisingly excellent at cooking, all night TV show marathon more, and sleepover with a side of banging appointment countless times. You loved that you and Jin could mind your own businesses in the same room, not interacting verbally, but finding huge comfort in just being there for each other.

It was the tenth month that messed up big time for both of you. He stopped being as caring as before, insecurities started creeping up on you, rumor had it that he was seeing someone else, and the rumor became a fact on one certain night, which was ironically a frat party. Another reason for you to hate them.

There he was, drunk and you bet he reeked of liquor. Sitting on his lap was a pretty girl whose face you couldn’t match with a name. They were making out, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He didn’t know that you’d show up, since he knew how much you dislike the crowd in parties. But regardless, you still showed up. You just wanted to peek a little on what actually have been going on behind your back. After that scene, you suddenly felt uninvited; beads of sweat on your palm and another beads of tears on your cheeks. You stormed out of there as soon as you could, went back to your apartment and showered yourself with warm water, bawling your eyes out until God knows when.

The next morning, you showed him pictures you took of him last night as evidence. You found out that it was his first time actually having some actions aside from you and that he didn’t really do anything with the nameless girl. He claimed he was drunk, unaware of his actions, only until later on whomever bedroom they walked in together then he realized what he did was wrong and went home. All that explanations didn’t erase the fact that his hands had been on someone else’s skin, his tongue had been exploring someone else’s mouth, and his eyes had laid lustfully before someone else’s naked body. You couldn’t accept the fact. You broke it off that day. He was furious, but he knew it’s his mistake. He walked away with guilt, and you walked away with grief. So far, he’s both your first and your last.

It was four and a half months ago.

You looked at Jessi and nodded your head slowly. Jessi must’ve sensed something different with you and stroked your back.

“Sorry,” She said softly.

You pulled off her hand and grinned, “Never mind,” You grinned even wider. “Today, we create new chapter. A good dick never hurts.”

She laughed, “Now that’s the spirit!”

Truthfully, you didn’t really have the spirit of finding someone else. Jin’s scent still lingered on your skin no matter how many times you scrubbed it up. Tonight was for a sole purpose of having some fun and letting some stress go. But who knew what the night would bring? You glanced into the window and you could see Jungkook’s house getting nearer, already loud and crowded even while the night’s still young. You were about to find out.

“I want to go home,” was the first thing you said after you stepped into Jungkook’s place. Music blasting over the speakers, so loud you could feel your skull vibrated from the bass. Boys and girls were moving around, holding the authentic red paper cups filled with all kinds of intoxicants. A group in the corner smoking pot, while a two girls sat on a guy’s lap in the other corner. There were so many people that you couldn’t help but feeling a little claustrophobic. These were wild things you’d never grown to familiarize with.

“It’s just started,” Jessi glanced to a gang of three tall guys you recognized as the university’s athletes. “Enjoy it, (Y/N)! Let loose a little.”

You took a glimpse at Jessi and you knew she’s going to start her manhunt a little earlier than usual. You gave her an approving smile.

“I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Jessi glanced at the crowd and back at you, doubtful.

Yes, I do not want to be left alone too, you thought. Nevertheless, you said, “It’s alright, Jess, you do your thing,” The corners of her lips widened into a smile. “I’m just gonna grab some booze.” If there’s anything you loved about parties, it’s the free liquor. You could use some.

“You know me so well,” She patted your back. She walked three steps until she turned her face back to you. “Hey, you too go find someone and get laid, you need it!”

You just opened your mouth in surprise, yet you just stifled a small laugh and walked on the opposite direction.

You arrived into the makeshift bar and found a table full of alcohol. The host, Jungkook, was there, red cup in his hand, refilling whatever he was having.

“Whoa, (Y/N),” He looked quite surprised. “I didn’t think you’ll come.”

You stole a little glance, a little amazed that he recognized you, then stilled your attention into the bottles. These weren’t cheap cans of beer. These were some quality stuffs.

“So I’m unwanted here?” You meant for it to come out as a joke, but it sounded a little too bitter. You knew Jungkook was never picky about people who attended his parties.

“No, I didn’t mean so,” He seemed taken aback, but covered it with a dry laugh. “I mean, nice seeing you here.”

“You too,” You realized it was a stupid thing to say since he’s clearly the owner of this house and of course you’d meet him here. But he didn’t seem to mind.

You settled for a bottle of Scotch that smelled pretty strong and started pouring it into a cup.

Jungkook peeked at the bottle in your hand. “I take it that you’re not a lightweight.”

“Not really, I guess,” You shrugged. “I kinda need it.”

He smiled that a-thousand-watts smile that melted girls on sight. “I knew the feeling,” You responded with a smile and started to walk away, when he said another thing.

“I heard you got Taehyung pretty pissed yesterday,” You stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him. He didn’t take you by surprise, actually. You knew that Jungkook would heard about it, he’s Taehyung’s pal anyway. But the fact that he brought it up to your face as if he purposely reminded you of the incident that you had almost forgot made you uncomfortable.

“I didn’t mean it,” You answered shortly, hoping that the redness that threatened to made its appearance at your face wouldn’t be visible to him.

“Well, he took it serious,” He took a sip on his drink and walked away. “But I don’t know, though. Enjoy the party, by the way.”

You just stood there, trying to regain your calmness. Yes, you might be a little rude to him the day before, but it was nothing, right? He had probably heard worse, or done worse. The actuality that you had perhaps embarrassed him badly in front of his friends had never occurred to you until this moment. You meant, he got quite a self-praising attitude. These kinds of things might hurt his pride. But still, it was nothing, right?

You decided to brush it off and reached for your drink. You emptied it down in a single gulp and refilled it almost immediately. Your eyes spotted an empty couch and you guided your steps there. You might need to drink more than you thought you do.

You pulled out your phone from your pocket and started to busy yourself with it. You had observed the people and you knew you recognized many of them, but you decided to mind your own business. You scrolled up and down in Instagram, Twitter, news websites, even some fun fact websites that people only looked up when they had nothing better to do. A part of you wanted to join the crowd and have fun, the song that’s playing was a song you liked anyway. But another more conscious part of you decided that sitting on the couch would be better than you wilding out and did something you later would regret.

Two girls sat on the empty spot of the sofa across you and started making out. You knew one of them as a girl who once had a boyfriend, but you couldn’t care less about someone else’s sexual preference. A guy who looked high walked past you and offered his bong. You had never smoked pot and was not looking forward to one, so you just shook your head and smiled. He kept walking and you followed him with your eyes until your gaze landed on something interesting.

Or rather someone interesting, in that matter. About ten feet from your position, you spotted the familiar hazelnut-haired man. There he was, a bottle of beer on his left hand, and his right hand placed on a girl’s hips. You shouldn’t be surprised of seeing him here, you knew it for sure that he practically lived in parties. Somehow, you still felt a jolt of shock. You had hoped that this massive crowd would be enough to hide you from him and vice versa, but apparently fortune was not in your palms tonight.

You were not genuinely unfortunate. He hadn’t noticed you so far, that meant you were still safe. You stayed in your couch, eyes glancing back from your phone and unto him. It worked for a couple of minutes, until two of your classmates from English Literature walked by and decided to greet you loudly.

“Hey (Y/N)!” One shouted. “Looking good!” The other one shouted again and kept walking.

You haven’t had the chance to reply because you were too busy making sure that Taehyung didn’t catch that. Just when you thought that you were quite lucky, you turned into having the worst luck you could possibly thought of.

Taehyung was chatting with some of his friends, but his smile faltered when he heard your name. He tried to find the source of that voice and found you sitting alone on the couch a couple of feet away from him. He caught your eyes and smirked to himself.

The moment Taehyung and you made an accidental one-second eye contact, you knew it was over. Your coverage had been blown. You needed to flee immediately. You considered joining the two classmates that you met earlier. It seemed like a good idea. Anything to get you out of this place, plus you wouldn’t seem so lonely with their company, but you couldn’t see them.

Your mind raced for a solution. You tried looking for Jessi, but as you guessed, she was nowhere to be found. So you opted for another alternative, a sudden retreat to the restroom.

You sat up too fast you hit the edge of the coffee table in front of you. The two girls across you suddenly looked up but they paid you no attention and continued what they were doing. You’ve been here before, you knew where the restroom was. You turned your back, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t see you, and strolled to another direction.

Once you arrived in the restroom door which was located under the stairs, you prayed that the room wouldn’t be occupied by a horny couple getting handsy and desperate for actions. You pushed the door a little and you let the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. It was empty.

You walked in and locked the door behind you. The restroom had a yellow lighting and polished with marble, it even had a pot of fake plant and little shiny clam shells decoration on the washbowl. The rich and their things, you thought to yourself.

You sat on the top of toilet lid. God, you felt like a coward. Hiding from a party inside a bathroom just because you couldn’t face someone. Pathetic. But this was your introvert instincts. You kept wondering why you even agreed to go this party on the first place. Or more importantly, why were you avoiding Taehyung? You weren’t afraid of him or something, you just didn’t feel that it’s necessary to meet him.

Yeah, right. It might be unnecessary, but what’s more unnecessary was stuffing your ass inside a bathroom.

And now, you have more important thing to discuss with yourself. How long were you going to stay here? Was ten minutes enough? Or did you need an extra fifteen minutes?

You kept debating with yourself while a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

You panicked. What were you going to do? Would you just screamed “it’s occupied!” and hoping whoever was behind that door would leave.

But what if he or she really needed to go to take a piss and they wouldn’t leave, instead they would wait in front of the door for you to come out?

Another knock. Much louder.

You stayed silent. You lectured yourself, “Take a deep breath.” You did. “Now, what I’m going to do is walk into the door, open it, say sorry for making whoever is there wait, and walk away like nothing happened. No, nothing happened. So, calm down and—“

“I know you’re there,” The deep voice you knew belonged to whom suddenly heard from the other side of the door. Panic started to crawl its way up your spine. You could feel the beads of sweat forming on your temple. What in the world was Taehyung up to? He knew you avoided him and he knew you ran into the restroom! Now he had knocked on the door, probably demanding for you to come out. What would he do? Or did he just need to use the restroom?

“(Y/N)?” He shouted, quite louder. Despite the loud music out there, you could hear him perfectly. You took another deep breath. Nothing changed, you would still execute your original plan.

You stood from the toilet lid and walked into the door. You checked yourself in the mirror and when everything’s still in place, you unlocked the door and opened it.

You had not expected to see him this close. He was smiling a little that was borderline to an evil smirk. His plain black t-shirt looked so great on his toned chest. Wow, have you ever imagined what might lay behind that shirt—

You pinched yourself. “Sorry if it took so long,” You said shortly and began to walk. But he trapped you between the door and his body.

“Excuse me?” You looked up, trying so hard to look calm while he stood so close to you, you could smell his cologne. He smelled like musk and something woody, and you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a pleasant scent.

“What were you doing in there?” He asked casually. As if asking someone you barely knew about what’s their business inside a restroom was the most appropriate thing to do. But again, it was only yesterday that you insulted him and accused him of being a bad sexual partner and that wasn’t exactly something that two strangers banter about.

“Just fixing my clothes,” You answered shortly. Hopefully that’d be enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“You sure?” He snickered. “You sure that you didn’t go into the bathroom because, say, you want to avoid me?”

Damn. He cut it down right into the point. You gulped down but thanked yourself that you were still able to look reserved.

“And why would I avoid you?” You raised an eyebrow, as if that’d make you look as if you really didn’t know what he was talking about.

However apparently, he took it as a sign of you toying with him.

“I don’t know, you ask yourself,” He put his tongue to the inside of his cheeks. “Maybe because you humiliated me yesterday and you didn’t want to face me?”

You balled up your fists. You didn’t want him to see your nervousness. You wanted to reply him, but you couldn’t think of a proper comeback. Your mind was hazy with shame that had yet made an actual appearance until now that you’ve face him.

“Why, cat got your tongue?” He laughed and put his hand on the wall behind you. That gesture made you almost lose your previous attempt of staying composed. “Not so talkative now, huh?”

“No reason actually,” You regained your calmness, but a bead of sweat must’ve been visible on your temple. “I’m just not really into wasting my energy to talk with someone unimportant.”

He raised both of his eyebrows, but a smirk plastered on his face clearly indicated that he enjoyed playing this little game with you.

“Have you thought about my offer?” He looked at you straight in your eyes, silently daring you to look somewhere else.

Which was a thing that you wouldn’t do, since he seemed to imply challenge underneath his words, and you’re not one to back out from challenges. You were amazingly annoyed by this boy right here that he almost made you snap out of your usual reserved stated, and you were not going to let him win over you.

You returned eye contact back to him. “Which offer?” You asked. It wasn’t that you tested him, you just had no idea about which offer he was talking about since he didn’t seem to ever ask you of something.

“Showing me your skills in bed.”

You swallowed nervously. Was this what this guy was talking about? He was serious about that? Unbelievable.

“You sound like an expert,” He rubbed his perfect lower lip with his thumb and was this little action just turning you on a little bit? “And I just want to see if that’s true.”

This jerk. He made it sound like it was some kind of evaluation, but on the bottom of it all, he just wanted to get laid.

You pulled out your eyes from him and took a glance across the party. There were so many other pretty ladies out there, most of them wearing skimpy clothes that left very little to imagination. You watched one flipping her long wavy platinum blonde, another crossing her lean perfect legs, and they all looked beautiful. Why couldn’t this man right here go bother all those ladies instead of you? Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

But you couldn’t let him know that you’re majorly bothered by him, so you replied, “Well, to be honest, I almost forgot.” You crossed both of your arms in front of you. “I’m still thinking whether or not you will be worth it.”

At this, he grinned. “I can assure you that it will worth your time. Very, even.”

You raised your eyebrows. Speechless. But fortunately, he continued talking.

“You show me what you got, and I’ll show you my way of having a good time.”

You pretended looking like you were thinking about his offer. When in reality, your mind raced desperately on how you were going to escape this sticky situation.

“I don’t know, Taehyung,” He flinched at the sound of his name. You let out your deep voice that your ex-boyfriend thought as a sultry voice. “Why can’t you just go bother someone else, hm?”

“Well, you usually look hot, but tonight, you look like, fifty times hotter?” He raised his shoulders and signaled to the clothes you were wearing tonight. It’s true that you didn’t usually wear this type of clothes, and especially the shorts covered up your butt and thick thighs just right. Moreover, you decided to let down your hair, a thing that you rarely did. You yourself thought of you as a little naughty tonight, but you shrugged it off thinking that it might just be that you were not used of yourself looking like this, nothing more.

“But mainly because I could use some good laid tonight,” He went on. “Sorry if I’m being honest, but aren’t you down for a good time? Because I do. And you seem to have that, I don’t know, different vibe that made me curious.”

You felt a sudden urge to laugh at him, at this helpless and unbelievably horny guy. He was straight into his point and asked you to sleep with him. Was this how he seduced those girls who slept with him before? Why would girls want someone who was so blatant about only getting them for their bodies, you didn’t understand. Perhaps because this vile man over here knew he could get anyone, anytime, anywhere and he didn’t really try anymore. Well, his looks himself was enough to get girls on his bed without saying so much. You’d do so if you weren’t in the right state of mind. Thankfully, you only had two shots of Scotch, so you could still be aware of your speech or your action.

But another part of you spoke up. He’s right, you know. You could use some good laid. You haven’t had any service since Jin era, and you were certain that orgasms with your fingers or your vibrator didn’t count. This guy might be a fuckboy, but it didn’t remove the fact that he must be experienced in bed and guaranteed to give you a night you wouldn’t forget. He’s the easy cure for a pile of your stress over college life that you had and you were about to get some right in this moment. He looked extremely fine, surreal even. His sharp jaw and impeccable facial features were heavenly. Not to mention his toned chest and abdomen that peeked out from his black t-shirt. His deep, honey voice was so dreamy you wanted to hear it again and again. Just by thinking this, you caught yourself unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

And then, the right mind of yours acted up. You couldn’t do this. You insulted him about his performance the day before and bragged about him of your imaginary excellent skills in bed. You had only one previous sexual partner and he knew about your body very well that it didn’t become awkward or unsatisfying. You had never have a one-night stand before and you’re not sure about how to approach it.

Yes, you did watch porn and read crap ton of erotica, but did they make you any more experienced? You might know what to do by heart and mind, but would your hands do them exactly like you wanted it to be?

You shook your head. You couldn’t afford to humiliate yourself in front of him. He came to you because he thought you’d be a balanced rival for him in this section. But you weren’t. Yes, you could use some good laid, but you weren’t going to embarrass yourself. Besides, if you could hook Taehyung, you could hook anyone else. It’d be better for you to just walk away and find another partner, or go home to a night out with your vibrator instead. The latter option didn’t sound so bad, you’ve grown fond of your vibrator. It was the only thing that satisfied you ever since Jin was out of the picture.

You just spewed “Yeah, you can find your ‘good time’ with someone else, can’t you?” and turned to leave him.

“Wait, what?” He looked confused, but he let go of you anyway. He looked like he wanted to convince you to stay with him, but you had turned your back on him. He looked very hurt, as if he was never rejected before, which was probably right knowing who Taehyung was.

You didn’t stop until you were out of the hallway under the stairs and facing the living room where the party was still happening. You only stopped until you spotted another familiar brown-haired guy in the crowd.

It was Seokjin.

You silently cursed. What a miraculous luck you had.

You wouldn’t be so surprised of finding him in parties since he usually enjoyed them, but the fact that he was making out with two girls at the same time and one of them was palming him over his trousers was what shocked you. Since when did he get this nasty? You asked yourself. Maybe there were so much of him that you didn’t know.

You had convinced that you’ve successfully moved on from him about a month ago. You had not call nor text him since you’ve had your breakup. You hadn’t even meet him despite being in the same campus. There were a few times where you ran to him, but you dodged them easily. You had not seen him and you were over him.

It’s true that you’ve heard of him hitting it up with a couple of girls, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to hear the same rumor about you with a new guy, however you’ve never had one. You didn’t know what’s gotten into you, but seeing him across the room, two girls straddling his lap, his plush lips on her neck, his hands on their breasts, you couldn’t help but get your blood boil. No, you weren’t jealous. You weren’t. You’re just pissed.

And what pissed you off more was that he seemed to notice you and made a direct eye contact into you while he kissed the neck of the other girl. He looked like he enjoyed seeing you standing here, mouth agape, eyes bulging out of their sockets, as he looked at you while he let those girls put their hands all over him and vice versa.

Then, he put his finger beyond the girl on his left’s skirt, making the girl flinched and blushed. And that’s it. You snapped. Every trace of logic had left you. You were calm and reserved, a small voice inside you reminding you, but you shut it down. You took someone else’s bottle from his hand while he walked past you and you gulped whatever alcohol inside it empty and swallowed hard. You knew what you were about to do. You just need a little shot to keep you going.

You spun on your heel and found Taehyung leaning back on the staircase. Without further contemplation, you grabbed his neck and planted your lips on him roughly. He looked so surprised, but in three seconds into the forced kiss, he put his hands around your neck and clashed his lips into yours. He bit down your lower lip so you opened your mouth to allow him more access. He was a great kisser and you were glad you knew that firsthand.

You glanced back at Jin who seemed so taken aback he abandoned those two girls next to him. This time, it was his turn to sit in shock and mouth agape. You were innocent to him and he would definitely didn’t see it coming.

You cared nothing. All the doubts, worries, and logics that you’ve built up before had vanished completely when Taehyung’s hand roamed over your back. He lightly squeezed your back and asked you in a husky voice that made him multiple times sexier, “So, you’re down for it?”

“Let me see what you got.” You smirked and raised your eyebrows, forcing yourself to sound sexy.

“I’d be happy to,” He kissed you roughly by the neck and directed you upstairs, into whichever room you both were going to get nasty in.

You could feel Jin’s eyes following you but you lost him midway because you were so lost with Taehyung’s demonstrations. It was only making out but you knew he’s going to be a marvelous experience.

You closed your eyes. Oh, how much you knew you were going to regret this the day after. But now that the alcohol was in your systems and Taehyung’s expert hands all over you, the only thing that crossed your mind was: let the good time began.

A/N: This is the first BTS fic I’ve ever written! Any kind of feedback is very appreciated so please let me know what you think! And this is only the first part, smut will ensue in later parts.

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