"So, you live far from here?"

My mind was bouncing off the walls. "I'malonewithaboyI'malonewithaboyaI'malonewithaboy" I could feel my chest rising faster and faster with every painful second. He raised his eyebrow and took a step closer to me.

Wait no. Don't get close.

I took two steps back with my wide eyes popping out of my head. His face turned confused and a frown mirrored his expression, cautiously taking another step forward.

I was mortified at this point. Palms became sweaty as reality was hitting me like an arrow. I let out a weak shriek and ran to the furthest room open.

What can a helpless girl like me do in this situation?

Unfortunately, movies had ruined any realistic ideas of mine for escape and I did the first thing that came to mind. Immediately, closing the door behind me and placing a chair below the knob. I put my back against the door in hopes of giving extra support for the chair, but it was no use. Taehyung was already laughing and pushing at the door successfully. He was much stronger than I thought..

Curse over dramatic movies.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" Taehyung chuckled, prying the door open with ease.

"Do... Don't you know it's bad manners to come into a girl's room without knocking?... I COULD HAVE BEEN CHANGING!" I yelled, wondering if that excuse would stop the monster behind the door.

There was peace and quiet. I knew he was digesting my words carefully, but all too soon he started breaking back in. I screamed and let go of the door, running behind the bed. He triumphantly walked in.

"You could have been changing? How encouraging." He smirked with his head high.

I looked to my right, scanning the room for anything I could use in defense.

This will definitely keep him away.

I immediately started throwing pillows, pens, and clothes. Anything throwable to be honest. I was getting desperate, now throwing small items that I'm sure would do nothing but distract him. He caught some and deflected the rest while looking down to the clothes on the floor.

"Not exactly how I imagined your clothes falling to the floor." He exclaimed suggestively.

That's it. I can't handle it any longer.

I grabbed my thick Anatomy book and threw it the hardest I could. I watched in horror as it hit him in the head. For a second, I was satisfied that I, ME! had the courage to even throw anything like that until I saw his body wobble like a new born giraffe. He seemed to try to control his balance for a second or two, but soon came tumbling down with a loud thud.

Silence filled the room.

Oh.
My.
God.

Did I knock him out? I grabbed a ruler and cautiously poked his head.

No response.

I sat down next to him. "T...Taehyung?" I squeaked.

No response.

"ohmygodpleasewakeup."

No response.

I started talking to myself, a bad habit of mine.

"Okay calm down Y/n. Maybe he's sleeping... TAEHYUNGGG WAKE UP."

Still no response.

"Okay. You just knocked out the school administrator's son... no big deal—"

"—oh my god. I'm screwed. I'm screwed. I'm screwed They'll kick me out and my parents will slit my throat." I chewed my nails with salty eyes.

After numerous shakes and slaps on the face Taehyung still showed no sign of life and his peaceful, innocent face was tying my stomach into multiple knots.

"Oh my god. Do you even have a pulse?" I bluntly asked Taehyung knowing he wasn't going to respond.

I quickly placed two fingers to his neck. Immediately I sensed a pulse, but there was something off. For someone who's knocked out, his pulse feels like he had just finished running a marathon...

"Wait.. a minute..."

At this moment Taehyung had risen from the dead and grabbed me by my wrist. Pulling me down and pinning both my hands to the ground while hovering above me.

"YOU... YOU FAKED IT. YOU DIDN'T FAINT!" I screamed out oblivious to the fact that he had me in his control.

"YEA," he smiled, "And you bought it for a while until you felt my pulse. How else was I supposed to get you from running away and throwing things at me." He reasoned.

I started burning up red remembering what position we were in.

"Get off me." I demanded.

"No."
"I said get off me." I hissed with anger.

His mouth curved into an evil smile, "Not until you apologize."

I'm definitely not apologizing to this little boy.

I know this is immature of me, but I didn't see any other choice. So, I scooted myself upwards. Looked down to his crotch and up to his grim, proud face. Aaaaaand kicked him in the balls.

And BOOM. He let go of me. I watched in satisfaction as he cupped his precious... you know... and his face filled with a painful expression. I wasn't sure how long that was going to keep him busy, so I grabbed my bags and sprinted to the other bedroom. Unfortunately, with the manly smell of cologne and the bags thrown throughout the already messy room, it seemed he had already moved in. I turned around to exit, but was greeted by a limping Taehyung still holding onto his precious balls. He didn't seem happy. In fact, I think he was pissed...

"First of all, you should have told me you wanted to stay in the same room together." He attempted to tease through gritted teeth.

I let out a scoff of unbelief.

"And second of all, don't you know that kicking my balls can effect my kids in the future? What if.. WHAT IF SOMETHING STOPS WORKING DOWN THERE?!? How am I supposed to have kids in the future?" He questioned seriously as if I was going to know the answer.

"NOT MY PROBLEM," I argued back.
"YEA IT IS. How am I supposed to keep my family name going?" He continued much too seriously.

I gave a hysterical laugh.
Am I the only one with sense and reason in this conversation?

"Ooooh you probably shouldn't have kids. This world can barely handle you." I said without a thought, narrowing my eyes at him.

He seemed to have winced in pain, but stood up straight once again.

"Are you sure you just can't handle me?" He showed what seemed to be a forced smile.

I Ignored him and walked out the room.
"YAH!!!" He yelled making me jump at his sudden tone.

I turned back around in anger.
"Well what do you want me to do? HAVE YOUR KIDS?!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Silence filled the room. I started regretting the day I was born. How could something like that ever even come to mind? Or roll off my tongue for that matter. Taehyung put his hand to his mouth and tried his hardest not to burst out laughing. But soon enough his chuckles started to fill the room...

"yah... that's not... not what I meant..." I tried to defend.
He finally burst out in laughter.
"HAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA, well Y/N, only if you insist. HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH."

I didn't know what to do, so instead of awkwardly standing there I walked back to my room with pillows, pens, and clothes all over the floor. I gave a sigh of relief as I shut the door closed muffling his evil laughter. I was finally alone. But he came back again. This time with a knock.

"Who's there?" I innocently asked.

"Y/N, who the #%@/ do you think it is?" He said banging his head against the wall.

"I'll kick you in the balls again." I said grabbing a pillow for protection.

There was silence on the other side of the door. Then what sounded like the running footsteps of a small child getting quieter and quieter. I heard him banging pots and pans in the kitchen before those same child like footsteps grew louder and stopped before my door.

I rolled my eyes.

"Can I come in?" He asked as if he wasn't just breaking in five minutes ago.
I opened the door just enough for me to see him with two eyes.

He was causally leaning on the wall with one arm and holding a pot cover on his crotch with the other.

Casually.

"First of all, let's make ground rules." I said opening the door a little wider.
He arched his eyebrow and gave me a confused look.

"See this line?" I drew a line on the carpet floor with my foot, "You never pass it. Nor does anyone else pass it, but me."

He gave a confused, but amused smile. I knew some stupid comment was coming.
"Y/N, if your hiding some kinky manga in there. That's cool. I have those too."

"I DO NOT READ KINKY MANGA YOU SICKO!" I pouted with fire burning in my eyes.

He leaned his head back in amusement as he laughed at my anger.

"I have something of yours," he said between tears.
My face changed from angry to perplexed.

Mine? What could he possibly have that's mine?

With a sigh he revealed what was scrunched in the fist of his hand.

My bracelet.

Disbelief over took me. I quickly grabbed it from him and looked at it intently. The bracelet on my hand was missing, which I hadn't even noticed yet, and this one was an exact match. I peered up at him shyly.

"I'm... sorry?" I said hoping he would let me off easy.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" He immaturely smiled looking away to the wall.

Obviously he will not.

"I said I'm sorry!"

"For what?" He turned back to me with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"For running away from you."

"And?" He nagged like a mother.

"And for hitting you with a book.." I continued.

"Aaand?"

"And for kicking you in the balls...." I slouched my shoulders down in embarrassment.

"Aaaaand?" He added like a four year old.

"What do you mean and? That's it. What else did I do?" I questioned thinking back to my list of sins.

"Or say?" He said, looking down to the pot cover, still covering...

What the heck did I say? I didn't say much, I was mostly running away from him...

He rolled his eyes, "Does kids ring a bell?"

OHHHHH. That's right! Wait, he was hurt by that?

"And I'm sorry for saying you shouldn't have kids..." I whimpered hoping this was over. I felt like a five year old apologizing to my three year old neighbor.

Immediately a box like smile appeared on his bare face. "HAHA. Don't worry about it! If anything you'll have my kids right?"

I turned bright red remembering my stupid comment.

"I'll forgive you under one condition," he managed between chuckles, "Make me a big breakfast tomorrow."

And he walked away to his room still giggling.

Well, looks like I have a lot to do. Cleaning my room... unpacking... and waking up early to make Taehyung breakfast.

THANK YOU FOR READING.
Sorry if I edit a lot. Just trying to get better.

okay.. bye..