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It's lunch and you sit beside a new girl that is part of your new friends' squad. Irene, which is the campus president.

She's very nice but quiet and you couldn't stop talking to her and she would respond in short answers. Irene wasn't uncomfortable but that's just how she is. She'd loosen up sometime.

"I think I could if I'm not busy." Irene said as she sip on her drink. You nod happily, expecting what you wanted. You had asked if she could tour you around the school tonight.

You turn to the girls, "What about you Sana, Nayeon, Jungyeon, hmm?" you lean in towards them and they laugh awkwardly. "We can't, we don't like staying out at night." Sana explains, "Maybe at weekends when the sun is up?" Nayeon adds, to not upset you.

"Don't get upset. We really want to show you around. But night is," Jungyeon elaborates and finishes with her arms crossed into a X, you shake your hands at them hurriedly. Afraid it would cause a misunderstanding.

"I'm not upset! Actually I would love a weekend date around." you chime in with a flirty smile sending hearts to the girls. "But I would actually walk around tonight til I feel sleepy. I'll get bored in my room if I won't."

"But we have homeworks."

"I'd have to do that at my lovely detention." you smile, now having a reason to use the extra time in the school.

"Oh right you've got detention because you went dugeun dugeun (pounding) heart at Sana's gift." Nayeon teased and Sana pouts, about to say sorry to the umpteenth time. But Jungyeon beat her to it.

"And you're taking it with Taehyung. Good luck at that guy he's on your tail now." Jungyeon exclaimed, humorlessly and Nayeon gives you a second pat on the back.

Sana gives you a strawberry milk and tootsie roll with a sad empathetic smile. Irene joins in the conversation, "Taehyung got detention?" her eyes goes wide not believing the fact that a fellow special class student would have got on trouble.

"He asked for it. That guy would never receive one if he didn't." Nayeon explains to Irene who seemed lost. "Makes sense." she shrugged, finishing one last spoon of her meal.

You chew on the candy, "He's not that bad right?"

"Yes he is!" they synchronized.

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Yes, he really is.

When the teacher left the door, Taehyung rushed to sit at the seat in front of you and babble about nonsense and debatable topics while you try to finish the homeworks.

"How 'bout this Lara, do you know that you're tongue actually rests at the roof of your mouth?"

You feel the inside of your mouth and your eyes goes wider as it meets Taehyung's. He giggles at your reaction, pinching your cheeks.

"I never knew! Oh my would I have died without knowing my whole body?" you exclaimed, overwhelmed by the fact.

Taehyung nods cutely and transferred to the seat beside you, your heart beats faster as you took your pen and continue to answer the homework.

He rest his head at the table, looking up at you with such interest, scrutinizing every feature he could see and appreciate.

You're pretty, kind, patient and your blood smelled so tasty. Taehyung liked you a lot for the first meet no matter how cliche that might sound. He also wants just a drop of blood if he could.

He's craving and curious of how such new and one of a kind smell would taste.

And he have a kink for knee socks, which you have.

To say he's attracted. Yes he really is.

"You're a worse starer than me." you quip, chuckling and getting more comfortable despite your crush staring at you like you are the most interesting masterpiece in a museum.

A low groan left Taehyung's vocals as he sat up and lean his cheek on his hand with his elbow propped at your desk. He's getting quite close but you didn't mind and punched in more numbers at the calculator.

"Beautiful. I could stare at you all day." he whisper, the words coming out of his mouth naturally. He takes the hair tie from your wrist and takes all of your hair in his hand. The strands slipping between his fingers as he tries to make a perfect ponytail.

But ended up in a low and loose ponytail. He pouts, trying to perfect it. "Thank you, Taehyung." you squeak, the fluttering of butterflies making you shy all of a sudden.

Taehyung's duality is something you'll have to get used to as now he hugs your waist, head resting on your slumped shoulders.

"Call me Tae or anything sweet." he pouts, squeezing your waist and drawing imaginary lines on your back with his index finger, his head tilts to block your sight of the paper.

Your mind flashed to earlier, remembering how persistent he can be to get what he wants. But you were kind of shy to call him other than his name. Your heart won't take it by how it beats so fast with the blood rushing to color your cheeks. Calling him sweet endearments would only kill you.

And how he touches you made the most effect. You really want to tear his hands away from your body but the thought of how him being clingy and affectionate is normal made you think that it would upset him for you to resist his friendly acts. He might throw a tantrum, who knows.

It upset you too, that it was just how he is, clingy. No emotions attached as he does this to anyone according to Jungyeon's cuddle list.  You were just part of the list, an option.

That might be what everyone who also had a crush on him felt, to cherish this as much as you can without having mutual feelings from him.

Sad to think but infatuation is just way to small compared to love. So unless you loved him, you were free. Just don't fall in love.

"Kim?" you drop the pen, facing him.

He shook his head, pulling you closer, "Sweet and cute something of a nickname for a friend or more." he eyes you with anticipation.

"Mr. Kim." you tease around, without knowing the consequence that await.

It left you speechless when he pulled you to sit on his lap, his lips pressed on your ear.

"More." he blows on your ear and you felt shiver down your spine that made you bite on your bottom lip instinctively. His hand delicately brushed over your exposed thigh and proceeds to play at the hem of your sock's band.

Not wanting things to elevate you gave in. "T-taetae." you said and it came out as a mumble. You felt him gulp as his lips moves on the skin of your neck.

The teacher barges in unaware of what was happening at the center of the room as he walks straight for something under his desk. "Both of you are dismissed." he announced from behind the desk.

And you shot back to your senses and stand up abruptly, taking all your things and dart to the door without batting an eye to Taehyung, you were sure that your face turned into a hot ripe tomato masking your slightly aroused state.

Taehyung only loved your escape, feeling like a predator.

You sprint walk at the hall, eyes wandering behind you as you thought that Taehyung might run after. But he didn't as you reached for the library. The golden sun setting itself.

Taking a few books that might help the homework and pulling a free chair from a table. You remember you had a self reserved seat at the far back. You quietly placed the chair back to its place and scurry off.

But it was taken as you saw a figure sitting on it as you approach. You frown going back on your track but realized it's a familiar face.

Jimin.

You clear your throat to announce your presence while glancing at his seat at the other corner. It's empty and unoccupied.

Jimin peaks from the book, looking at you. An unexpected smile forms at his face. You tilt your head questioningly at him and he snaps back to reality clearing his throat and wearing his emotionless mask.

"That's my seat." you tell him, gesturing to where he is sitting.

Your cheeks turned red once again at his not so innocent remark, "This?" he mockingly tilts his head, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip as his hand taps on his thigh.

"Of c-course not. It's the couch, p-pervert. Go sit on yours its v-vacant." you slap yourself mentally for stuttering and showing him his effect on you.

The corner of Jimin's lips lift into a cunning smirk as he taps his thigh once again.

"How about here. It's also vacant."