I woke up hearing soft snores. I opened my eyes and looked at the sleeping Jungkook.

He was sleeping peacefully so I slowly sat up, trying my best not to wake him up. I stared at his face and honestly, he really is handsome. He looked like a nice kid when he's sleeping.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

I jolted in surprise when he suddenly spoke. I hastily stood up and fixed my clothes as I cleared my throat.

"W-well, thank you for lending me your lap. Bye!"

I didn't wait for his reply and dashed away. I kept running not caring about the curious looks others gave me and I wasn't paying attention to where I was heading to until I bumped on someone really hard.

We both fell on our butts and I heard gasps. I immediately stood up and helped the person I bumped into without looking because I was so busy bowing while repeatedly apologizing.

I opened my eyes and I saw a girl, a familiar one...yes...she's the girl with Jungkook. The slut that was sucking Jungkook's d-anyway, that's her.

She was with three other slu- I mean girls and I didn't like the looks they're giving me. Once I stopped bowing, she eyed me from head to toe and toe back to my head with her eyebrow arched.

"Hmmm...so you're the famous toy."

She said and flashed an evil smirk. I bit my lip because I prefer not to talk back. Instead, I just furrowed my eyebrows.

"Enjoying the attention? Well, enjoy it as much as you can faggot cause this game's gonna end in two weeks."

She scoffed and leaned closer to me as her hand tightly gripped my wrist.

"Don't misunderstand Taehyung. He doesn't like you. You're just a toy. Jungkook is mine. Got it?"

She whispered to my ear and I felt her grip tighten with every word.

I took a deep breath and swatted her hand off my wrist and glared at her. She gasped and was shocked at my unexpected behavior.

"Fuck off Irene."

"You- Getting cocky just because two guys are fighting over you!? HUH!? Don't get too full of yourself! Why don't you just go and spread your legs for your faggot friends and not for Jungkook?! You man whore!"

She just called my friends 'faggot'. Didn't she? Well, this bitch asked for it.

"You were Minho's slut before and now you want Jungkook? Look, if you want him that much, then just continue doing the things you're good at, pleasuring men by spreading your loose holes. That's effective since a lot of guys already enjoyed it. Oh! That made me realize. None of them actually kept you. You were just used, thrown away and then reused. So, am I the toy? Or is it you?"

I said in a calm and composed manner. Everybody who heard me had their jaws on the floor. I expected those reactions because I am well-known to be the university's adorable, innocent and gentle baby. Just so you know, even cute kittens have sharp claws. I am normally nice, gentle and patient but my personality flips when it has something to do with my family and friends. I become a sassy, sharp-tongued bitch.

She seemed frozen by what I said so I walked past her and before I could even get far, I heard her scream and I stopped.

"Jungkook oppa~"

I turned around and saw Irene hugging Jungkook and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

For some reason, I didn't like it.

That sight reminded me that I am just a game he plays for attention, fame, pride...for fun.

It's a reminder that I am not special. I am no different than the girl hugging him tightly right now.

I felt my chest tighten and I clenched my hand and turned my back on them but now, I am facing another jerk.

"What do you want Minho?"

"You."

Okay, that was stupid of me to ask since his answer never changed. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.

"Why don't you just be mine?"

"Fuck off Minho. I'm not your toy."

I felt his grip tightened and I winced in pain. He then dragged me away until we reached a more crowded hallway.

"M-Minho let go! It hurts!"

I whined and the next thing I saw was Minho groaning in pain while slowly pushing himself up from the floor and wiping his bleeding nose in the process.

"Don't ever hurt him again asshole."

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the spot light as people begun swarming up. Seriously though, they always drag me to somewhere.

We stopped in front of the music room. He peeked inside for a second before we entered. He let go of my wrist and I cleared my throat.

"Uh..uhmm..T-Thanks Yoongi."

He hummed and nodded in response while he walked towards the piano. This is so awkward. Out of all the people, he's the one I least expect to be protective over me. I guess he's a real tsundere.

"Hey. Wanna listen?"

I looked at him and nodded. I walked towards him and grabbed a chair. I positioned my chair beside the piano, facing his profile to see his face and fingers while he plays the piano.

"What are you going to play?"

He smiled. Yes, his gummy smile. I just realized that despite his sharp and cold gaze, he has a kind and caring aura.

"I'm gonna do a medley of my favorite melodies."

I just hummed and nodded excitedly with full expectations.

He took a deep breath and he started to play the piano. My mind suddenly went blank. I was overwhelmed by the amazing feeling that his music was giving. Every song has a story, every melody was full of emotion and every note came to life.

It felt amazing like his music has healing powers...but that changed when he pressed another key and started playing a different song.

This song...

Suddenly, my head hurts and images flashed in my head. The guy in my dreams begun showing up but this isn't a dream anymore. Is he real? Why am I seeing this?

But I still can't see his face. The only thing clear to me was his smile.

My head begun throbbing and images kept showing up with every press his fingers made. I looked down to my lap and put my hands on my head and tightly grabbed my locks, pulling it hard. My head hurts.

This song...what is this song?

I can't breathe and I felt like my heart's going to explode along with my head.

"Taehyung, are you alright?"

Ohh...he stopped playing.

"Taehyung?"

But my head still hurts with all these...

these...what are these?

Dreams?

Or memories?

But....

Memories of what?

We gettin' hotter.
Buckle up for the next chapt!
Love y'all!

Vante Photography: My Boyfriend

Tae: You want to live here?
JK: Yes.
Tae: Will you live with me?
*answers without hesitation.*
JK: Yes.
TaeKookStans: dies 😭