Taehyung sat in his father's office, his heart heavy with disappointment. His father's stern expression told him everything he needed to know - he wouldn't be able to attend university because of this unexpected new project that required his immediate attention. As his mind wandered, one thought kept springing back - you. The one person he couldn't get out of his head, the one person who made him feel alive.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. "I can still see her," he muttered to himself as he planned out every detail. He decided that as soon as he finished his work, he would head straight to your dorm to meet you.

His father's voice broke through his daydream, "You need to focus, Taehyung. You can't keep missing important events because of distractions."

As the day dragged on, Taehyung's anticipation grew. Every passing minute felt like an eternity as he yearned to see you, to hear your voice, to get lost in your eyes. Finally, the clock struck the end of the workday, and he wasted no time in rushing to your dorm, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling within him.

It didn't matter that it was late, that it was risky, that it was possibly the stupidest decision he had ever made.

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Yoora walked into the familiar restaurant, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She had called Taehyung, hoping he could join her and Jungkook for a meal together. However, he regretfully declined, citing some pressing work that needed his attention. Unfazed, Yoora decided to make the most of her time with Jungkook.

As they settled into their seats, Jungkook couldn't help but notice the mischievous sparkle in Yoora's eyes. He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips, and whispered, "So, Yoora, who were you hoping to invite today? Is it someone special?"

Yoora playfully nudged him back, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, Jungkook, you know I just wanted Taehyung to join us. It would have been nice to have the whole gang here. But it's okay, we'll make our own fun."

As they waited for their order to arrive, Jungkook couldn't resist teasing Yoora. He playfully stole one of her fries, causing her to pout in mock annoyance. "Hey, that's mine!" she exclaimed, trying to grab it back.

Jungkook laughed heartily, his eyes glimmering mischievously. "But sharing is caring, Yoora. Besides, I'm sure you won't mind sharing with your favorite person in the world."

Yoora blushed, unable to hide her happiness at his compliment. She was having so much fun with Jungkook, their lighthearted banter filling the restaurant with laughter.

Unbeknownst to Yoora, her gaze kept drifting towards Jungkook, an affectionate sparkle in her eyes. She admired the way his face lit up when he laughed, the way he brushed his hair off his forehead when he was deep in thought, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled genuinely.

Jungkook noticed Yoora's gaze and raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "What are you looking at, Yoora? You seem lost in your thoughts."

Caught off guard, Yoora quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "Oh, um... I was just... I mean, you're being silly, Jungkook."

Jungkook leaned forward, his voice laced with amusement. "Silly, huh? And here I thought I was being charming." He winked, causing Yoora to giggle and playfully push his shoulder.

As the evening progressed, Yoora and Jungkook continued to enjoy their time together, relishing each other's company. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, fueled by endless laughter and shared memories.

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You step out of the bathroom, your hair still damp from the quick wash you just had. As you turn to face your dorm room, your eyes widen in shock. There, sitting on your bed, is Taehyung.

Fear gripped your chest as you stared into his eyes, a mix of confusion and apprehension clouding your thoughts. What was he doing here? Why did he break into your dorm room? These questions raced through your mind, but you found yourself unable to voice them.

You open your mouth to scream, but before any sound can escape, Taehyung's hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your cry for help. Fear courses through your veins as he slowly removes his hand from your mouth, only to replace it with his index finger, gesturing for you to stay quiet.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice a low and harsh tone. "Don't make a sound, or you'll regret it," he warned, his threat lingering in the air.

Your heart pounds in your chest as he motions for you to sit down on the bed. You oblige, knowing that your chances of escaping unscathed are slim. You find your voice, shaky and hesitant, asking him to leave before someone sees him and you both get into trouble.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here? You need to leave! If anyone sees you, we'll both be in trouble."

Taehyung's smirk only grows wider at your plea. Ignoring your request, he steps closer, his tall frame now towering over you. Your breath hitches at the close proximity, the scent of his cologne invading your senses.

But Taehyung remained silent, his gaze intense as it locked on yours. Without warning, he leaned in closer, his arms encircling your waist as he pressed himself against your back. You could feel the warmth of his body and the softness of his breath against your neck. Your breath hitched at the unexpected closeness, your mind struggling to process the conflicting emotions coursing through you.

As he nuzzles into your neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Anger, resentment, and fear still linger but underneath it all, a flutter of something unfamiliar begins to surface.

"There's something about you that draws me in, something I can't resist." he confessed, his voice barely audible.

Your heart fluttered at his confession, caught between the pain he had caused you and the unexpected tenderness he was showing now. You searched his eyes, trying to decipher the emotions hidden within them. Was this all just a game to him? Or was there something genuine beneath his actions?

"You can't just come into my room like this," you finally managed to say, your voice a mix of frustration and uncertainty.

"You know," he whispered in your ear, his voice oddly gentle. "I've always found you intriguing. Maybe that's why I pick on you so much. It's a twisted way of getting your attention."

Confusion warred with the fear inside you. Taehyung, your tormentor, was now confessing that there might have been something more to his actions all along?

"I don't understand," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible.

You struggled to remove his hands from your waist. But instead, he tightened his grip, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. You sighed, defeated, realizing that resistance was futile.

Taehyung's grip tightened, holding you in place. "Relax," he whispered, his voice softer than you had ever heard it before. "I just wanted to spend some time with you, away from all the chaos."

Annoyed and flustered, you sighed, giving in to his strange request. "Fine, but keep your hands to yourself," you warned, trying to sound stern.

Taehyung chuckled, his warm breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer. "No promises," he teased, his voice laced with playful mischief.

"So, you thought you could get rid of me that easily, huh?" he teased, his warm breath tickling your skin. "Well, too bad for you, because I'm here to stay, whether you like it or not."

You rolled your eyes, trying your best to maintain a stern facade, even though your heart secretly fluttered at his playful banter. "I can handle you just fine, Taehyung. But seriously, you need to leave before someone catches you here."

But Taehyung simply shrugged, undeterred by your statement. "Why? Afraid you'll get in trouble? Don't worry, I'll protect you from any consequences," he stated confidently, his hold on you never faltering.

"Come on," he whispered, his voice low and playful. "Don't pretend you're not enjoying this. I know you secretly like having me around."

You rolled your eyes, desperate to maintain some semblance of composure. "You think highly of yourself, don't you? Just let me go."

"You know, you're really cute when you're mad," Taehyung says, his voice low and almost playful. "I can't help myself."

As he relaxed against you, you found yourself feeling strangely comfortable in his embrace. He delighted in the way he could tease you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your waist.

Eventually, Taehyung rubs his nose against your neck, a teasing gesture that sends a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. You clench your fists, trying to control your reaction, but it only serves to amuse him further.

"Are you scared of me?" he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Is that why you're always so serious around me?"

Your heart races at his question, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness. You find it difficult to form words, your mind filled with a mix of conflicting emotions.

"No, I'm not scared," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "You just confuse me."

Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids, your resistance waning. Slowly, you succumbed to the drowsiness overtaking you, your head finding a resting place on Taehyung's chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing became a lullaby that eased your troubled mind.

Unbeknownst to you, a genuine smile graced Taehyung's face. Softly, he laid you down on the bed, his touch surprisingly gentle as he tucked you in with a blanket, making sure you were warm and comfortable. With a gentle touch, he brushed aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen across your face.

It's a sight he's never seen before, and in this rare moment, he feels a mix of emotions flood his heart. All the torment he has caused you, all the pain he has inflicted, seems to fade away as he realizes the depth of his feelings that he has been hiding all along.

Carefully, he lowers himself onto the bed, keeping one arm wrapped protectively around you. As the night ticks away, he watches over you, his presence both comforting and unfamiliar.

A small smile graced his lips as he admired the peaceful expression on your face. For a moment, he seemed to forget his role as your tormentor, and instead, he appeared almost... caring. With one last glance, he silently left your dorm room, the door closing soundlessly behind him.

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