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Taehyung 18

Nina 18

3| " The red wallflower"

A jeering scoff abandoned between her lips, her cheeks puffing as she frowned at the quote. Nina was searching motivational study quotes on Pinterest for her mobile's wallpaper and look, what she found, it wasn't fascinating for her. The red-haired girl knew she was emitting sheer boredom energy, but that's how she was. She was still thinking that why the heck she clicked in this quote, it was false, totally stupid, entirely nonsense. Something doesn't happen like the quote was screaming. 

Nina shook her head, the class was vociferous as usual and she was sitting in the fourth row of the corner. Where everyone had friends, she got no one and why not, after all for the student body of King's High she was an outcast,  leper by everyone, a nobody for everybody. A red, wallflower, a charity case that doesn't interest and concern anyone. 

At first, the demons aka her bullies affected her too badly, even their eyes felt like sliding under her skin like the blade of the knives. She used to bawl her heart out until she couldn't open her eyes. They called her by lousy names and taunted her for not belonging to their prosperous territory. Wealth, that's all matters in their world as if they are made of gold and pearl. They were arrogant, mighty and haughty with a bright, blinding future.

Nina didn't belong to their environment, and not that she wanted to indulge in it. She got affected by all of it easily, but now she didn't care, she ignored their venomous voices, she didn't let those taunts reach her barricaded mind. Her studies were more important, this was the last year and soon it would be over, Nina couldn't let her aunt down.   

"Aw, poor thing looks so lonely, seems like she has no friends." 

"What's new, of course, no one wants to be friends with a freak. Am I right, red riding hood?" Their shrill laugh pounded in the back of her head, filling anxiety in her veins. 

"Skank is wearing a skirt today, to be honest, your thighs look so scrawny, no one is interested to watch what's underneath in it." A girl hissed.

"Aren't you a pathetic shell of a person, a loser?"

"A wretch fruit, that no one would take a bite." 

"A dirt under shoes." 

"Ignore them, baby, ignore them. Don't let them get to you. Don't waste your breath on them." Nina inhaled sharply, she would not let those voices devastate her mood. She would not let those rich losers jab her composure, not now, not ever again. 

Nina's finger curled into a fist— she would answer them all and if she had to snap their heads like DVD cases, she would do that too.

"Are you bitches done harassing the girl?" Nina snapped her head at the luscious voice as she sensed both girls shrinking in their places. They twirled, facing Lee Talia, the Queen bee and every boy's crush in the Kings high. A cold expression masking her beautiful features as she flipped her chestnut hair back. 

"We were just talking." One of the girls chirped, releasing a sugary smile. It sickened Nina to her guts. The girls couldn't afford to upset Talia if they wanted to get selected in the cheerleading team, which meant getting popular.

"You were bullying her." 

"We were not!" They said in unison. 

"Bitch please." Talia clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes. "For now you guys are forbidden from my parties." The girl gasped, eyes broadening in the gloom. Nina suppressed her smile, Talia was known for her bitchiness and take-no-shit attitude.

"Now do you guys want an invitation to get out of my sight?" Talia arched her brows as they shook their heads. "Just fuck off, idiots." The girls quivered, hastily walking away in utter shame. Before Nina could thank Talia, the cheerleader turned and walked away, only to get engulfed in a tight hug by her boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

It was amusing to watch how a few months ago the couple were rivals, not leaving any chance to mortify each other but now they were madly in love. Nina wasn't the only one who was staring at them, the whole class was watching the scene unfolding in front of them, it was magical. At least for Nina. A faint smile lingered on Nina's ruby tint lips as she pursued them, her heart swells with certain emotions that she couldn't name. She was blaming it on her addiction to romance novels. Will she ever find this kind of love?  

"Go get a room fuckers, this is a school for fuck sake, we are here for educational purposes, achieve our goals and waste our parent's money. Watching corny romance isn't my ultimate agenda for fuck sake, thank you." The voice was playful and guttural, reverberated across the room, filling her chest and stomach with both terrible and pleasant sensations. 

Kim Taehyung was there, plucking everyone's awareness, zinging a trial of minor electricity on the length of her spine.

"Good, see, the entitled asshole is here." Jungkook flashed a sulky scowl as he narrowed his eyes at his best friend, who just lightly patted his shoulder with a wicked smile.

"Oppa, you love me to death then why so salty? It hurts my emotions, you are so bad." Taehyung pouted and used his both fists to punch Jungkook's chest, just to get into his nerves. Taehyung loved to infuriate Jungkook, they shared a bittersweet relationship with an unbreakable treaty. Jungkook slapped his hand away, his blue eyes glaring at the cheeky male, Talia released a chuckle, these dorks could lighten anyone's mood just by their bickering.

"My idea isn't bad, it's sweet and orgasm worthy— well, though don't forget to use condoms, I'm just highly concerned for you guys." Taehyung whispered to them as if planning something so crucial. Talia decided that it would be better if they discontinued the topic. 

"We will be right back." Talia fondly flickered Taehyung's jaw. Asshole or not, Taehyung was always in Talia's favourite list, as she dragged her boyfriend out who was assassinating Taehyung under his gaze, totally done with his shits.

"Bye-bye, Oppa, have a good fuck." Taehyung muttered, wiggling his brows. "Lots of love." He chirped, teasing Jungkook who flipped his middle finger at him.

Meanwhile, Nina was staring at her desk, red bangs delicately curtaining over her wavering eyes. She had a tight jam in the back of her throat, it was thriving and aching. Every inch of her skin prickled by sensing the familiar, fervent gaze goring over her face. As she raised her head, only greeted by those amber, witching eyes that had never failed to grimace her being. The alarm inside her body activated, ticking every fibre of her being, so unnerving, she hated this feeling. How easily, effortlessly Taehyung's one gaze minced her breaths into pieces and pieces.  

He was staring at her, the muscles of his face were rigid and stony. The cheery glint had wiped out from his soulless eyes— the golden ring had glinted in malice and mockery. The smile had disappeared and those full, pure pink lips twisted into a cold sneer. His dualism could swindle anyone, and that made him ten times more devious than he already was. Taehyung would never let people see what he had in his mind, you would only see what he would allow you to see. 

In the room filled with people, her tormentor was watching her, even girls hanging on his arms, even the students hail for him as if a prince stepped in his royal court yet Nina's face always stood out for him in the throng of teenagers.

He wasn't less than a prince, from his bank account to his appearance, everything screamed prosperity. Kim Taehyung's father owned one of the most famous modelling agencies and was number 3 on South Korea's most Influential Modeling Agencies list. It's also praised by online fashion magazines, model communities, International fashion groups and reviewers, also they had their five-star restaurants all around the country and malls and private islands. Taehyung was the only heir with that golden boy handsomeness. Everything in him was imperial as fuck even his blood was eminent.

Nina was sure that Kim Taehyung would lacerate the girl's heart out, slash them into two portions with a dazzling, 'I'll make you wet' smile and his cult would still thank him— it was always the heart, his favourite part to haunt and devour. 

"Loser." Taehyung grimaced, mouthing at her and before Nina could react he snatched his attention from her and flashed his flirty smile on a girl who was swooning all over him, wrapping around his biceps like a serpent.

Nina rolled her eyes, her juvenile, solitary heart squeezed severely as she lowered her attention on her mobile screen.  She shouldn't be envious, shouldn't allow this mere sight to peel her skin off. Taehyung wasn't her nor was she his, that's what she believed. But four years ago he had improperly claimed her, but he sounded so genuine— she could still hear those words of his that he had tossed over her face. 'I've tasted you, so now you are mine' these statements had surely seared the roots of her brain and somewhere blistered her chest. . . The red riding hood would never take a slight peek of it. 

Nina stared at her mobile when Taehyung walked past her, a girl hand wrapped around his waist as they sat behind her, the girl settled on his lap. 

"You know babe, sometimes some sour-ass people's faces really annoy me, wish I could wipe them away from my life." There goes Nina's self-esteem in the dumpster with a big dent on it, thanks to the crooked bastard who was showering her with his sinister taunts.

"Who is it, baby?" The girl chirped, her nasal voice echoed. Nina knew it was Aria, these days Taehyung was fooling around with her and Nina had seen the girl sticking on his arms like a leech. Nina brushed that curiosity off, his ridiculous screwing affair shouldn't concern her. 

"Not someone important." Taehyung sighed, his arms wrapped around the girl as she proceeded to leave feathery kisses on his cheek yet his eyes stayed on Nina's back. He could see her shoulders tightening under the red hoodie, having the power over this girl was a different level of satisfaction for Taehyung. 

"If I'm not important then why are you talking about me?" Nina resisted an urge to scream her thoughts. Since from the whole class, Nina felt the needling gaze on her back, torturing her silently. 

When Taehyung said he would make her life leaving hell, he was not kidding. Once Taehyung revealed his disdain toward Nina to one of the students and that was it, his devotees turned against her. For other girls, he was a charming kind, but for her, Taehyung was a monster. He didn't leave a single chance to taunt her, make her understand that she didn't belong to King's High. But Nina always held her head high, mimicking his confidence but sometimes she failed. Sometimes it became too much to bear. Physically he never harmed her but mentally he did, emotionally he fucked her up. He could return the favour by protecting her, she saved his life then why did she become the thorn in his eyes?

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Nina groaned holding the books in her hands that she borrowed from the library, she had to return them. Nina gasps when some group of girls bumped onto her shoulders and walked past them, one of the girls purposely hit on her books. The thudding sound of the books melded with their taunting giggles as they tossed the spiteful glares at the red-haired girl.

"Watch where you are going, red riding hood. Are you fucking blind, you pity?" One of them cackled, as the sound of their shoes thumping on the floor faded away, isolating the hallways.

Nina decided not to spend her energy on them, it wasn't new that they talk shit to her. Final year, she just had to endure it and after that, she would never watch their faces. She bent down, her checkered plaid skirt riding up, flaunting her pale thighs as one by one she picked up her books.

"Next time bend down when you are not in this short skirt, flaunting your thighs and lacy panties." Her cheeks inflamed as she gasped, Nina hastily straightened her spine and twirled at the familiar voice, he growled. 

"My skirt is not that short, you can't see anything." She articulated, confusion and shame blended in her timid voice.

" It's red, isn't it?" Taehyung's eyes dropped over her skirt as he flicked his golden, alluring eyes at her face, his left brow lifted. Taehyung didn't see underneath the skirt but that doesn't mean he didn't see anything, he was just being a cheeky jerk.

"Be careful, next time I won't be in control." Taehyung's sultry voice whispered against her ear, shoving his hand in his pockets he walked away with a mischievous smirk. 

"Did he just. . . did he just teased me?" Her hand drifted to her chest to stop the beating organ from detonating out of her limbs. 

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