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33| "Jealousy at its peak."

Sitting on the bleachers with a stiff posture and disturbed mindset, Taehyung didn't care that he appeared like an ultimate creep while eyeing Nina and Ji-hoon's unamused banter.

Every time Nina laughs at something Ji-hoon says— which Taehyung believed would be downright idiocy— Taehyung felt his teeth grinding in complete frustration. Nina and Ji-hoon planned to play basketball in their free period to lighten their mood which Taehyung had managed to ruin this morning. 

It wasn't like he was keeping an eye on them or glowering at them throughout the whole class or following them everywhere — in his defense, he was also a student of this school and could sit anywhere he wished. Feel free to assume anything. . .

They were perfectly aware of Taehyung's deadly presence, burning their skins with those stark, angry stares. For god sake, Taehyung didn't even blink once. 

Taehyung couldn't give two shits about their distaste toward him. One time Nina sneered at him as Taehyung responded to her with shameless, blowing kisses. He just didn't want Ji-hoon to get any chance to hit on his girl. Every time Ji-hoon accidentally made eye contact with Taehyung, the fresh bruise of his cheekbone of the morning flared with pain and an uncomfortable dread would prosper in his veins. 

Taehyung pulled out his phone and there Ji-hoon's phone vibrated in his pocket. His brows furrow as he snapped his neck at Taehyung who was waving his phone at him with a mocking smirk.

"What happened?" Nina chirped, walking back at him with the basketball. 

"Nothing, just a text. It's not important." Nina tilted her head at him and then nodded. 

The unimportant text said— "I think this is the part where you should know your place, Ji-hoon-boy. I'm not into sharing so don't run after something that solely belongs to me, otherwise, the consequences won't be good. You don't want me to hurt you, do you?" 

The boy's eyes flickered up and his shoulders shrank. Those deviant, soulless eyes, that deathly expression and hideous ambiance could alone give Ji-hoon nightmares for days. He could hear Taehyung's rage, swirling and banging in the space. 

However, after seeing Nina's smiling face, Ji-hoon's fear would turn into incitement.

Ji-hoon: Fuck off, Kim. Time will tell who she'll choose. 

Taehyung didn't bother to check his text and just pocketed his phone. What Nina chose didn't matter, all she needed to understand Taehyung wanted her, selfishly, thoughtlessly. 

"Why are you looking in his direction, Ji-hoon? Ignore him, he isn't worth the attention." Nina lamented, her fingers tightening around the basketball as she forced a grin that nearly appeared real.

"Yeah hypocrite, as if your eyes aren't starving to dig through him." Nina's subconscious spat as she mentally flashed her middle finger at that voice.

One day, she was going to stop desiring her tormentor. One day, he would be completely invisible to her. And see, Nina's attempts to ignore him were going pretty well, she hadn't looked up at him once. 

Ji-hoon had suggested using the outdoor court, though Nina refused his advice with her cheery smile. There was no way she would let Taehyung ruin her little fun time with her friend. If she walked out from there, Taehyung would assume Nina was influenced by him, and Nina would stab her toes with the fork but wouldn't let Taehyung have the satisfaction.

"Or you are just scared of him?" This earned her a scowl from Ji-hoon. It was gutting him to accept that Taehyung had scared the shit out of him.

"I'm not scared of him. He is just nerve-wracking to look at." Taehyung had always beaten him in a pianist competition, there was this grudge inside Ji-hoon that Taehyung was oblivious to. Now, Ji-hoon couldn't let Taehyung have the girl liked for so long. 

"Let's start." Nina grinned at him, dribbling the ball between her legs. Nina decided to mind her own business, and indulge in herself; she made her heart believe that its job was to pump blood, not to crave the brash guy. 

"Are you sure you can even make one shot?" Ji-hoon teased, moving towards Nina to steal the ball as Taehyung clenched his fist, watching her face break into a playful smile. 

"Are you done getting off by seeing a couple tangling into each other's arms?" Taehyung's brows ticked as he side-eyed his friend Jungkook who casually plopped beside him. 

"Eat shit, Jeon." Taehyung chirped with his well-practiced smile.

"Your cunteness has that extra glow today." Jungkook grumbled, tossing the mints in his mouth and chewing it with a lazy smirk.

"Give me one fucking reason not to commit a murder." Taehyung's throat flexed as he spat the words as if the sight of Ji-hoon chasing the laughing Nina was physically stabbing him. Taehyung was this close to snatching the ball from Nina's hands and throwing it on Ji-hoon's already discolored face.

"You won't look dapper in prison stripes." Jungkook tossed more mints in his mouth and flared a taunting glance at Taehyung. 

"My handsome face will look dapper in a fucking burlap sack, you and I both know that." Taehyung lazily chuckled, the arrogance melting in his undertone. His fingers slipped into his hair and pushed the curls back like a model from a shampoo commercial. 

"Any special reason to eye fuck the couple—" 

"They ain't a couple, Jungkook. They ain't a couple." Taehyung chewed every word with steel-like fury. He would never let them be a romantic thing right in front of his eyes. 

"Okay." Taehyung tried his best to maintain his calm. His eyes shut when a wicked, lopsided grin crept to Jungkook's lips. That Taehyung didn't want, he didn't want anyone to know that he had something for Nina. It was his secret, it was an intimate issue for him, and he didn't want even his best friends to get the slightest hint of it.

"You are literally devouring that girl's ass with your stares, I'm surprised she isn't pregnant after all your eye-fucking. Seems like you need to get laid." Jungkook mocked Taehyung, leaving Taehyung consumed by the onslaught of trepidation. 

"You talk a lot." Taehyung snatched the mint from Jungkook's hands, tossed some in his mouth, and then stuffed the remaining in Jungkook's mouth which Jungkook calmly chewed. 

"It was just advice, maybe try a good fuck." 

Good fuck? Taehyung only knew the phrase, he had never experienced it, never tasted it. Taehyung never told his friends that his virginal dick had never dipped in any hole because the asshole they were, especially Jungkook, would bleed Taehyung's ears with his teasing remarks. Taehyung couldn't take the risk. So Taehyung made sure to put together a reputation that gave people an unrefined impression that Taehyung had slept with uncountable girls.

Taehyung knew it was stupid to save his virginity for Nina but was it his fault when no other girl could take her place in his fantasy, in his dreams, in his thoughts? Nina haunted him with her sunshine smile. She awakened something within him with her frail stares. She kept him awake at night and made him love everything red because it was her favorite color and unwittingly she had painted Taehyung's world with it.

How could Nina expect him to leave her alone when she was tormenting him like this? 

"Rather than throwing advice on my face, why don't you go and mend your broken heart? And for your information, those fucking mints aren't helping your nasty alcohol breath." Jungkook stilled and  Taehyung flicked his ear, making Jungkook groan under his breath.

It was shocking for everyone when news of Talia and Jungkook's breakup shimmered in every corner of the school. Right now they were the only hot topic to talk about as if it was something so scandalous. At first, Taehyung was honestly having a hard time believing it, because they were one of those couples who would unleash hell on the world for each other. So what could be the reason for their sudden split up?

"Why don't you talk to, Queen? Find a solution, a way to come together again if you are dying for her, and congratulations, you look half dead already." Taehyung jutted his chin at the captain of the cheerleader team who just entered the court with Aria. 

Talia halted on her steps, her broad eyes meeting Jungkook's. It was rapid, however, Taehyung managed to catch a glimpse of emotion crossing her face before Talia dragged that cold veil on her face that she had aced all of these years. Just like Taehyung, she learned how and when not to let people see through her. Talia flipped her hair on her shoulder, turned on her heels, and walked away with ease, leaving Jungkook's desperate eyes following her like a love-sick moron. 

"How about you go after that red-haired chick who you have been salivating over since she came into this school? Watching your desperate ass drooling like this is nearly humiliating." Taehyung snapped his head at Jungkook, so fast, he heard a cracking sound. 

So, Jungkook had been noticing. Taehyung had undervalued Jungkook's sociable skills. Normally, Jungkook was disinterested and incurious about things. Taehyung always believed that his friend had never seen anything amid his obsession with Talia but he was wrong. Looked like Taehyung wasn't the only one who was good at pretending not to care.

"You don't want a random dude to charm her panties off, do you?" Jungkook snickered, his stare honed at Taehyung's face as his grin broadened when Taehyung's blank stare turned ferocious.

"I mean, that Ji-hoon dude has written a good guy all over him so there are high chances that she might let him have his way with her." Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at Taehyung as if he was an idiot. 

"And you'll see me murdering him in cold blood." Taehyung snarled, his fingers balling into tight fists.

"Geez, your morbid jealousy is so loud."Jungkook patted his shoulder last time before jumping off the bleachers as Taehyung watched him walk out of the court.

"Yes, I'm jealous, no I'm fucking envious. I'm burning right now. Their overly, unnervingly happy sight frustrates me incredibly. I wanna rip his eyes out with my bare fingers to look at her and then I'll squeeze them under my boots." Taehyung's thoughts were jumbling in his head as he shifted attention to their so-called game. Ji-hoon had the ball and he effortlessly shot the ball through the hoop.

"Count one to ten, breathe baby." Taehyung could practically listen to his mother, Seon's sweet voice in the back of his head, attempting to calm him down. And for once in his state of misery, Taehyung listened. 

Taehyung's stomach had deadly knots, with every passing second it was getting difficult for him to just sit there and watch them. He was literally sitting there, eyeing them like a SourAss loser, can you believe it? Nina was so casually laughing and talking to Ji-hoon and here Taehyung was feeling wretched, even tragic. 

With all respect to Ji-hoon— and which Taehyung had none— he wished to drive his fist on his face again and again until his knuckles break and blood dripped out of his skin, which would be the dumbest way to kick out of the school and get suspended for a week, which means giving ji-hoon more chances to draw Nina in his good boy trap.

Maybe the earlier punch wasn't enough. Maybe the electrodes in his balls would work or what if Taehyung just rode his sports car over him. Taehyung knew his girl was way too kind and would not leave Ji-hoon's side when Ji-hoon would whine like bitch on the hospital bed. 

Nah, Taehyung couldn't take the risk.

"Give me that ball back!" Nina jumped to grab the ball when Ji-hoon raised it in the air, her red hair moving on her back and her skirt rode up to display her thighs through the stockings as Taehyung tilted his head, suddenly he managed to ignore Ji-hoon's eye-sore presence. 

In the sea of King's High affluent girls, with a presence made of pricey clothing, and even higher stature, Nina always stands out. Her weird style consisted of red hoodies, red hair and an overdose of lip gloss that had alone enticed him, effortlessly shaped something inside his chest.

"How could I not just want her? She makes me so horny, more than the air I crave for this girl. I need a make-out sesh with her… immediately… against the wall, on the bed, on the ground, on top of her, or these fucking bleachers, my hands all over her, it doesn't matter where. I pathetically want to take her hardcore." Taehyung blinked, feeling his semi-hard cock straining against his pants as he groaned out in utter misery. 

The number of inappropriate thoughts he had for her was concerning. This wasn't the right time to get hard but those dirty envisions had already ripened on the surface of his head.

Taehyung threw his head back, and the muscle of his jaw flickered. The desire to toss her over her shoulder like a caveman and walk out of the court so he could have her all for himself was so strong as well as the urge to bury Ji-hoon 20 feet under the ground was so deliciously tempting. 

"Baby." Taehyung groaned when Aria sat beside him and circled her arm around his, clinging to him like a leech. "You know something funny, my mom thought we were dating." She chirped, her voice grating Taehyung's nerves. He didn't appreciate getting interrupted when he was thinking of ways to give Nina toe-curling orgasms.

"There is a difference between thoughts and reality, Aria." Taehyung muttered, lazily glancing at Aria who had a pout on her face, that pout instantly destroyed Taehyung's horny mood. No offense to the girl, she was beautiful with shiny hair, feline eyes, and curves but Aria wasn't his favorite cheerleader from Talia's team. 

Aria was mean, pretentious and snarky. On top of that, she was too desperate to get in a relationship with Taehyung, and perhaps too eager to give him blowjobs. Taehyung would rather have his balls eaten by a tiger than let her even come closer to his zipper. 

He only allowed her to hang in his arms because Nina abhorred seeing them together. Of course, it was always about her. When Nina's moon-like eyes turned narrow, into thick slits and her jaw clenched and her face went all emotionless, Taehyung got immense satisfaction knowing that she was jealous. That she also couldn't see him with anyone. That was her punishment for giving her all attention to that Ji-hoon loser. And when Nina was jealous, she was extra hot.

"We can turn it into reali—" Aria glimpsed in the direction where Taehyung was intensely staring as she grimaced. 

The corner of Taehyung's lips lifted and a proud smile toured his mouth when Nina shot the ball through the hoop. Yeah, that's my girl, Taehyung resisted the urge to scream at the top of his lungs. 

"Taehyung, come with me. I want to show you something." Aria tugged Taehyung's arm, forcing him to stand up.

"I'm not interested." Taehyung grumbled,  the distaste was evident on his face. He attempted to snatch his arm free from her hold, but she nearly pierced her razor-like nails in his arms and tightened her grip.

"Come on, don't be so mean to me." Aria whined in her squeaky voice and before Taehyung could protest she was already dragging him with her. Taehyung couldn't waste one minute in Aria's nonsense, he had to lurk around Nina and Ji-hoon— remember he was a creep for her— to make sure that Ji-hoon kept his hands to himself. 

Taehyung was a groaning mess under his breath when Aria pulled him inside a classroom. Seeing the room isolated and the windows shut, a scowl settled between his brows.

"What do you want to show me, Aria? There's nothing. I don't have time for all this bullshit." Taehyung turned to her when he heard the sound of the door closing. His frown deepened upon seeing Aria staring at him through her lashes in a weirdly seductive way. 

"Why are you unbuttoning your shirt, Aria?" Taehyung cleared his throat.

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My innocent Taehyung xd 

The chapter went too long, so I'll continue this scene in another update. Thank you for reading <33