NINA WANG

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Past 

8| " A frisky closeness." 

Nina was trapped under his arms, trapped under his orbit.

10 minutes had passed and he was still holding her, wrapping his arms around her like a deadly viper, who could bite his prey if he got one chance. 

His face was nestled in the crook of her neck as if it was one of the comfiest things in this entire world. From time to time his lips skulkingly brushing over her tender layer of skin to frizzled tiny sparks on the length of her spine. It was weird, she shouldn't like it, yet it felt oddly good. Nina was never this close to him, maybe she was when he sat behind her desk or whenever they crossed paths, their whit of shoulder touching was nothing compared to this closeness. 

Taehyung's body was taut, twined with slender muscles. She indulged in his warmth and he was breathing in her soothing scent, all the while battling with his ugly jealousy. The image of Nina and Ji-hoon together tossed him in a loop.

"Pretend I don't exist." Taehyung grumbled as Nina snorted out an unladylike scoff.

He was talking about something impossible for her to do. How would Nina pretend that he wasn't there, mashing against her back? Her head was saddled with him. It wasn't like she never tried to yank him out of her thoughts where he was sticking in her brain like a leech. How would she avoid him when his maddening heart was ferociously beating against her, intensifying her heartbeats? 

In the full throng of people, her eyes constantly, desperately searching for him, how could he expect that she would pretend he didn't exist? Her heart was at blame and his advice was witless just like him.

"You are crazy, you devil’s spawn. Remove your arms around me." Nina seethed, he was right, if she would scream no one would listen to her, the hallways would be isolated.

"Stop whining." Taehyung tightened his grip around her tiny waist, clasping her under his claws, an unapproved tsked fleed between his lips. 

"You—" A shy gasp tangled in the back of her throat when his groin pushed against her ass for a brief second. 

"Watch your movements missy, the more you struggle, the more you provoke my dick." Taehyung quelled the urge to laugh at her futile attempts to pull away.

"You shameless prick." She growled out, embarrassed by his choice of words.

He didn't care about the nail scratches that Nina had blessed on the back of his hand. His golden skin had angry red streaks, crescent marks and that tenacious guy didn't even flinch when the blood seeped out of the cracked layer of skin— upon seeing the blood, Nina got uncomfortable, instantly stopping her feral attempts. The new guilt pierced her guts, she was too kind, she couldn't even hurt this hard-to-deal, dirty-mouthed jerk though she knew Taehyung didn't deserve her kindness.

"Why did you stop?" Taehyung's mouth moved against her ear, his lips were full, pillowy and soft—she could tell. 

"You were enjoying penning your hate letter on my skin, you should try it on my back, there is a generous amount of space and I would pen down my hate letter between your legs." Taehyung and his straightforward fashion of conversing was something that she just couldn't describe in words, it was utterly lousy and equally fascinating for her. 

His voice escaped and the graphic image had just smoothly pencilled in her mind.

She visualized Taehyung on his knees, his huge firm palms grabbing her thighs to put her on her place as his head would between her legs, savagely feasting her in and out, arrogant tongue rolling and lapping around her bare, womanly moisture and she would squirm for him, would moan his name and gushed her cum in his mouth. The shame seared her face, it was so obscene to think something like this yet salacious enough to hum her blood in craving. 

Nina was darned sure, she needed help.

"You are vulgar." She craned her neck at him, stomping her shoes harshly on his feet yet he didn't budge. 

"Stop moving and whining." He grunted, his palm friskily squeezed her hip earning a skittish noise, by her cute reaction his throat rumbled for a laugh. 

"Didn't I say no whining and moving, princess. You don't want me to punish you." Taehyung spoke her name in a manner as if it was as natural as breathing, lashed in a delicious rasp. Was his voice always that deep and throaty? Or was the stupid closeness forcing her to believe that?

"PRINCESS? HE CALLED ME PRINCESS?" The voice boomed through her buzzing trance as her mind worked, the wheels and gears swung to comprehend his words. 

Like a thick smoke, he was clouding under her chest, suffocating her recluse heart. If Nina would dare to put her guards down, he wouldn't let go the chance to corrupt her and she couldn't afford to let him do that. 

"Oh, shut up." Nina hit the back of her head on his chin. By the instant jolt his arms loosened around her, as his palm flew to rub his aching chin. Composing the palpitation of her heart, she twirled at him in grace with a smug smile, that probably wasn't a sight to admire for Taehyung, he hissed in pain. 

"Go torment someone else, you are batshit crazy." The red-haired girl spat.

"I can't because tormenting you is my favourite leisure and I'll never get tired of doing it." Taehyung sneered at her, a crude smirk on his lips to infuriate her.

"You are so annoyi—" He lifted his index finger in the air, clamping her words on the tip of her tongue. 

"Ji-hoon seems invested in you." Flimsy creases appeared between his brows.

"Don't say that. Don't say that. Don't say that." Taehyung chanted in his head like a mantra. Heck, his annoyance was at mount. 

"Do you like him?" Bitterness fuses in his mouth. "If yes. . . then don't like him." He was sounding as serious as a heart attack, alerting every nerve of her body. An abyss of silence stretching between them like a chew to death bubblegum, so tasteless.

"What?" Nina's lips parted then closed, she jumped into a solid conclusion. Was he jealous? She scoffed at her mental question. Taehyung couldn't be jealous, because there was no reason to feel something like this. He just wanted to make her alone, so he could torment her more. 

"You don't have to like him, don't get close to him. . . he isn't a. . ." Taehyung paused, searching for some reasonable words to explain himself.

There wasn't anything imperfect in Ji-hoon, he was a nice boy, friendly, jaunty and charming— probably he was boyfriend material, exactly like the way Nina deserved. Teachers like him even though he was close with his basketball team players. Taehyung had an easygoing bond with the male too, but now he began despising him. 

People think Taehyung was just a sunny guy, cracking jokes and minding his own business but no, that wasn't true. It was all a facade, making people believe that he didn't care about anything or anyone. But in reality, he watched everything, he observed his surroundings. He knew what was going around each corner of King's High— you couldn't even trust his smile.  

He wasn't blind, the way Ji-hoon stared at Nina from his seat, his eyes literally turned into a heart shape. The way he talked to her, totally flirty, giving her hints that Nina never caught. The bashful touches— it boils Taehyung's blood. 

Though Nina's side it was always friendly banter, from Ji-hoon's side Taehyung could sense that he had set his eyes on Nina.

The mere thought of her being with Ji-hoon or any other boy gutted him— he couldn't tolerate it, he would not. 

"And why is that? He is a decent guy, at least he doesn't talk shit about people behind their backs, at least he doesn't steal someone's stuff and gets entertained by ruining them." Those inky pools ignited by the welcoming anger, whatever was abandoning his mouth was downright mind-fucking. 

"Geez." Taehyung rolled his eyes at her words. Yeah, Ji-hoon was down to earth that Taehyung couldn't relate to, and he didn't give a shit about it either. "Why are you so pissy? Can't I talk to a friend?" He mocked her, his amber eyes laughing. 

"This weasel." Nina thought she was this close to punching his perfectly angular jaw.

"We are not friends, Taehyung." Nina didn't know why her heart was shuddering. She had never had a chance to have a lengthy conversation with Taehyung and here she was arguing with him in the broad daylight and would probably scratch his face.

"Ouch so salty, I'm not that bad."

"You are awful."

"So you know my true nature?" Taehyung's eyes twinkled with some emotion, if Nina wasn't wrong it was a flicker of excitement and entirely evil. 

"It's ugly too." She chided out.

"But you are still head over heels for it." The muscles around his chest flickered, spating the string of amusing chuckles as Nina gawked at him, flabbergasted. How does he know? Was she not careful enough? 

"Bless your delusional heart. You don't interest me." Her lashes flickered, but before she could reach the peak of nervousness she gathered herself. Nina wouldn't let Taehyung see through her. 

"Kiss me." Taehyung demanded— like this. And those two words nipped her throat, slashed her open. 

What was this pull— the clutch— the power as if there was some magnetic force between them. Nina was familiar with this. And those amber eyes, no matter how much she made an effort to resist, she plainly couldn't yank herself away from those gorgeous, golden hues.

"Huh?" She was going to die, right on the floor, going to drop dead because Taehyung was striding toward her in bestial grace and she was cemented on the floor— everything was numb.

"Kiss me and I'll give you your hoodie back." Taehyung towered over her in monstrous ease, the tip of his nose brushing against her.

"You are lying, you burned it." Her bashful gaze glided every inch of his beguiling face, then his engaging eyes and at last at that lush mouth.

"I didn't." Why should she believe him? She wanted to raise a question but ended up asking. . .

"Why do you want me to kiss you?" Her voice was like a breathy whisper.

"Because you are mine, remember at my house rooftop, I sealed our fate. You were mine and you are mine. You can't escape this truth." Now, this was some ultimate level of craziness, her soul clawed her body, each passing second suffering under his vicious gaze.

"I will keep reminding you, so you can't forget this fucking fact, My red."

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