Next day,

At evening, as you were hurrying to the library to finish an assignment, you saw Taehyung waiting for you at the entrance. His piercing gaze made your blood run cold.

"Hey, you!" he called out, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

"Y-yes, Sunbae?" you stammered, barely able to meet his gaze.

"I heard you've been talking behind my back," he snarled, his eyes narrowing with fury.

"N-no. I swear, I haven't said anything about you," you pleaded, desperately hoping he would believe you.

He smirked, clearly reveling in the power he held over you. "Well, I don't believe you. But how about this, if you do something for me, maybe I'll let it go."

Your heart sank further. What could he possibly want from you? Your mind raced with anxious thoughts.

"Name it," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Taehyung leaned in, his hot breath grazing your ear. "I want you to write my research paper. And I want it done by tomorrow."

Your eyes widened in shock. It was beyond unfair. But the consequences of refusing him were unthinkable.

"I...I can't do that," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

His grip around your arm tightened, his anger mounting. "You think you have a choice? You either do this for me, or I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this university."

Swallowing hard, you weighed your options. You desperately needed to stay in the university, even if it meant sacrificing your own values. Slowly, you nodded, resigning yourself to your fate.

Taehyung grinned triumphantly, releasing his grip on you. "Good. You have until tomorrow evening. Don't disappoint me."

As he walked away, leaving you with a heavy feeling in your chest, you couldn't help but feel trapped. What had your life come to? You had always dreamed of a bright future, but now it seemed like a distant illusion.

You walked into the library to start on Taehyung's research paper, your mind was already dreading the long hours ahead. Sighing, you found an empty seat and started gathering the books and materials related to the topic.

You were engrossed in your work when a voice interrupted your thoughts. "You look like a freshman." Turning around, I saw a guy looking at me curiously.

"You don't quite look like a second-year student. Are you working on this for someone else?" 

You hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, I'm doing this for a friend. He's a bit... incapacitated at the moment." The guy offered you a smile and introduced himself as Jungkook, a second-year student majoring in the same subject.

He chuckled at the absurdity of the situation but surprised you by offering his assistance. "I can lend you a hand with the research if you'd like. Two heads are better than one, right?"

You stared at him in disbelief. Why would a stranger offer to assist you with a task that wasn't even yours to begin with? But then again, perhaps this was the universe's way of throwing you a lifeline in the midst of my predicament. You hesitated at first, but his friendly demeanor put you at ease.

As you both delved into the research together, Jungkook's expertise and insights were invaluable. His explanations were clear and concise, making complex concepts seem simple.

The final touches were put on the paper. Exhausted but satisfied, you and Jungkook shared a smile of accomplishment. You couldn't believe how much easier the task had become with his guidance.

With a sense of gratitude, you thanked Jungkook for his invaluable help. He simply waved it off, stating that helping others was what friends do.

As you gathered your belongings to leave, Jungkook smiled and said, "It was great working with you. If you ever need help again, don't hesitate to ask."

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Taehyung stood awkwardly in the corner of the lavish ballroom, his parent's business party in full swing around him. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a soft glow on the guests in their designer suits and elegant gowns. He was there against his will, just because his father had ordered that he make an appearance.

As he watched his parents mingling with their wealthy friends, a familiar feeling of inadequacy crept over him. No matter what he did, he always felt like he fell short compared to his elder brother. His parents never missed an opportunity to remind him of that fact.

"Taehyung, have you met Mr. Park's son? He's just been promoted to a senior position in his firm," his mother said, her voice carrying across the room.

Taehyung clenched his fists, trying to mask the simmering anger inside him. He knew what his parents were doing - comparing him to others, always finding fault in him. It was a never-ending cycle that left him feeling defeated and alone.

Just as Taehyung saw Seokjin approaching him with a smile, he felt a surge of anger and disappointment. He knew his brother meant well, but he couldn't bear another comparison or patronizing remark. Without a word, Taehyung turned on his heel and made his way to the balcony, seeking solace in the cool night air.

Leaning against the ornate railing, Taehyung gazed up at the stars, his mind consumed with thoughts of inadequacy and resentment. Why couldn't his parents see him for who he was, instead of who they wanted him to be? Why did he always feel like he had to measure up to his brother's success?

A single tear slipped down his cheek, a silent testament to the pain and loneliness he carried inside.

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As the morning sun peeked through your curtains, you prepared yourself for another day at the university. You were going through your routine, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Your Outfit

Navigating through the crowded corridors, you finally spotted Taehyung leaning against the lockers, surrounded by his entourage. Gathering your courage, you approached him.

As you approached him, you held out the research paper. "Here, Sunbae. I finished the paper," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"You actually did it," he muttered, his tone tinged with grudging admiration.

Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Taehyung took the paper from you with a blank expression, his icy gaze sending shivers down your spine. He scanned the pages methodically, his silence adding to the tension thick in the air. Finally, he looked up at you, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"So, you actually managed to get this done," Taehyung said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I must admit, I didn't think you had it in you."

"I-I did my best," you stammered, unsure of how he would react next. Just then the bell rang, indicating the start of class. 

"Don't think you're off the hook just yet," he warned. "I'll be watching you closely."

"Aish what I've gotten myself into."  You whispered to yourself as you saw him walking away.

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Later that day as you nervously walked through the crowded hallways, you accidentally bumped into Taehyung, spilling his drink. Panic coursed through your veins, and before you could even apologize, he was towering over you, a sinister grin on his face.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," Taehyung sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "The pathetic loser who can't do anything right."

You bit your lip, fighting back tears, and murmured an apology, hoping it would be enough to appease him. But Taehyung wasn't interested in forgiveness. He reveled in your fear, finding pleasure in asserting his dominance over you.

"Pathetic," he spat, his words like daggers. "You're lucky I don't throw you out right this moment."

The students around you scattered, leaving you alone to face the looming figure in front of you.

"Clean this up," Taehyung's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade. You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. With a heavy sigh, you reached for your handkerchief and began dabbing at the coffee stains on his jacket.

As you worked in silence, the tension in the air was palpable. Taehyung watched you intently, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke again, his voice low and cutting.

"Do you enjoy being like this, or is this some pathetic attempt to get my attention?" His words stung, but you bit your tongue, knowing that any protest would only make things worse. You focused on your task, trying to block out his presence looming over you.

"Why are you still standing there? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" he finally broke the silence, his tone demanding.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you," you responded, keeping your eyes fixed on my task.

"You better watch where you're going next time. This jacket cost more than you'll ever make in a year," he sneered.

The words stung, and you felt a mixture of anger and helplessness wash over you. Why did he enjoy tormenting you so much?

A classmate walked up to you and asked, "Why don't you try fighting back against Taehyung? You know you can't let him push you around forever."

You sighed and looked up at her, the weight of your situation heavy in your eyes. "I wish I could, but I can't," you replied quietly. "I can't bear the consequences if things escalate."

She frowned, understanding the gravity of your predicament. "But what about your dignity? You can't let him walk all over you like this."

"You won't understand." you said and left from there.

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"Why don't you try fighting back against Taehyung?" a small voice in your head whispered. You knew you were capable of standing up for yourself. You were tired of being pushed around, tired of the name-calling and the constant fear. But then doubt crept in — what if Taehyung retaliated even harder? What if he threw you out of the university?

You closed your eyes, the images of being homeless flashing through your mind. You had nowhere else to go. You didn't have a supportive family, no close friends to rely on. If you were kicked out of the university, your future would be bleak. You didn't even have a proper job to support yourself.

As you sat there, your mind raced with all the possible outcomes of confronting Taehyung. Would he make your life a living hell? Would he ruin any chance of a future for you? These questions weighed heavily on your mind, making it difficult to even concentrate on your studies.

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