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cherryyjjk · 4 years

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my knight in shining armor [2]

originally posted by armywithbangtan

summary: the school bad boy has taken a liking to flirting and asking you out during school, even after rejecting him. what’ll happen when someone else uses force?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst / fluff / skool luv affair! au / bad boy! au

word count: 2.2k

warnings: harrassment

A/N: i’m sososo sad this one got deleted tOO and like asldkalksdj i just wanna share my writing is that so hard !! that’s it i’m writing on google docs or smth

Taehyung was confused about a lot of things. He was confused about the math homework, why his alarm didn’t go off this morning, how to not get mad at his teachers, but recently and most importantly: you. He was confused about you and your entire persona. You were the cutest freshman, and person, he had ever met. Your loud laughter always brought a smile to his face and he had made it his goal to make you laugh more. He looked at you a lot, and he knew you would stare at him too. Whenever he flirted with you, you would avoid his eyes and blush, embarrassed out of your mind. But then, a few seconds later, you would reject him.

Am I doing something wrong? Maybe I’ve misread her intentions. He wondered to himself while walking to class. He had always been late to school. That is, until you showed up. With your dazzling smile, (e/c) eyes that sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about. The skip in your step when you saw him. He was dazed in and out of class, but the teacher wouldn’t reprimand him. Though he was only a sophomore, he was still pretty strong and being the “bad boy” made you known for your scary nature.

The bell rang and Taehyung was the first one out of the class, desperate to find you. He didn’t even bring a backpack to school, so he was light on his feet.

“Hey Taehyung! Where are you going?” A familiar voice said behind him. Taehyung looked behind him to find Jimin running up to him while his other five friends walking leisurely in their direction.

“I’m going to find (Y/N),” he responded, looking at his friend like it was obvious. He hadn’t been able to see you this morning and it was already taking a toll on his mood.

His friend group laughed and Namjoon, one of the juniors in the group, asked, “Taehyung, that girl doesn’t want you. Why don’t you find someone else?”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, and frowned. He didn’t think his friends would understand. He knew his group of friends had a bad history in relationships, how they were marked as the player bad boys. But he knew them better, they were good people. Albeit, a bit emotionally unavailable.

Taehyung tried his best to come up with and explanation but trying to stay respectful, he just responded, “Hyungs, you wouldn’t understand.”

He walked away from his friends to a particular tree outside, away from the lunch tables and everyone else. You two would usually talk there, without anyone interrupting or anything. It was bliss. Taehyung turned the corner, already feeling a bit happier about the situation.

“Hey, Y/N, I—” Taehyung started, only to find that there was no one under the tree. He paused, confused about where you could be.

Where could she be? He wondered, looking around but only getting more frustrated. Maybe she had ditched me?.

Dejected, Taehyung stuffed his hands into his pant pockets and hunched his shoulders.

I mean, it’s me. A bad boy, no one cares about me other than for fame. Y/N doesn’t care for me, like I do her.

Taehyung turned around and lifted his foot to walk away when—

SMASH

Taehyung froze in his tracks. His eyes widened and he slowly looked up. On the next floor, he could see through a window a girl with her back facing him. He knew that figure anywhere. It was you.

You looked like you were shielding yourself from something, probably whatever made that crash sound. But what was scarier to Taehyung was who he could see. A guy slowly approaching you.

Taehyung started to get mad. Whoever this guy was, he had no right to be near his—

His..his what? His girlfriend? No, she isn’t my girlfriend. I told myself that I shouldn’t get involved with her anymore. Taehyung scolded himself, trying to tear his eyes away from the scene. He closed his eyes and tried breathing deeply to calm his nerves.

He heard another sound, like something hitting glass and steeled himself not to look up. Taehyung knew if he did, he would storm into that class and it wouldn’t be pretty. Getting increasingly frustrated, Taehyung lost all his resolve and looked up to see you looking uncomfortable under the other guy’s glare and his hand trapping you. You whimpered and turned your head to the side and Taehyung caught a glimpse of a red mark. It was a cut from the glass and it looked painful.

Taehyung only saw red. He started running through the field and pushed at least a dozen people out of the way. But he didn’t care. All he could see was you, and your cut, and the way you looked scared.

He was halfway up the stairs when he heard it. Your scream. But you weren’t just screaming for help. You screamed his name.

“Taehyung!”

If even possible, he ran faster, almost tripping over his own two feet before he was outside the classroom door. He tried to yank the door open but it wouldn’t budge. He kicked it a few times before ramming the side of his body through and it finally gave way. He was panting and his hands were balled up into fists. In the room, Chin-hwa was still staring at Y/N but seemed annoyed at the interruption. His two friends had been trying to hold the door down to stop Taehyung from getting through and were now rolled on the floor. The two guys were looking up to Taehyung’s furious face and if looks could kill, they’re both be six feet underground.

“T-Taehyung,” You whispered, a little afraid after looking at his face. You tried moving towards him but your wrist was still trapped in Chin-hwa’s and the other was crushed by his body. Chin-hwa felt you moving and smirked before pushing you against the window again, resulting you groaning in pain. Taehyung walked over to the both of you and grabbed Chin-hwa’s arm.

“Huh, what do you—” Chin-hwa started before his body was ripped from Y/N’s side, falling onto nearby desks. He grunted in pain, before hastily getting up.

“What the—? Who do you think you are? Huh?!” He yelled, holding his head from the pain while his two friends were shaking behind him.

“My name is Kim Taehyung,” Taehyung spat, turning his head to face the junior and his fists becoming white from how strong he was holding them.

The three bullies all paled in fear. Though they were all older, the bad boy group called Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS, was well-known in the school to be the strongest and scariest boys. If you angered one, you would anger them all, and that would definitely not be pretty. The bullies, still shaking, shoved each other and ran out of the classroom as fast as they could. When Taehyung knew they had left, he turned around to face you.

He didn’t say anything and his face became expressionless, all he did was hold out a hand for you to take. Still shocked from everything, you slowly placed your hand in his. He slowly guided you forward and sat you down on a desk before letting go of your hand. He then turned them to see the fading red marks from Chin-hwa’s fingers and slowly rubbed them. Eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned, he then padded his finger to the cut on your left cheek. His finger burned on the cut and you hissed in pain, causing him to retract his hand from your face and loosing some warmth. Taehyung continued to help you and slowly the silence became awkward.

“Y-you came..” You said, surprised by how quiet your voice had gotten. You cast your eyes on your feet, feeling small under his gaze.

Maybe this is where he leaves.. You wondered and shut your eyes tight to stop the tears from escaping.

Taehyung gently smiled and took your chin into his hand and lifted your head slightly, making you open your eyes. You were looking at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes but you had a frown on your face. Taehyung couldn’t understand why you looked so sad.

Did you not want me here? You called me, right? He thought to himself.

“Of course I did, Y/N. I saw you through the window and then heard your scream. I swear if that Chin-hwa ever even looks at you again, I’ll—“ He stopped in his tracks when he realized you had put your arms around him and were pushing your face into his chest.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure and held you there. You were crying and shaking like a leaf. It broke Taehyung’s heart. After calming down, you parted from his warm body but still clutching his shirt for comfort. You looked away for a moment.

“I-I didn’t think you cared about me. I was so s-scared when he came onto me but I tried being strong! Like you always told me to be,” You said, starting out a little shaky but gaining confidence with every word, “And he was so close. I-I didn’t know what to do. I thought maybe you returned my feelings..? And would come..”

“Y/N.”

“O-Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N.”

“I-I should shut up now. It was wishful thinking that maybe you liked me back.”

“Y/N.”

“I-I’ll get g-going. Don’t worry! I won’t tell a-anyone and w-we never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N!” Taehyung scolded, still holding you in his arms.

He wiped away the stray tears that had passed your eyes. He lowered his hands from your arms and interlocked them with your hands and lightly brushed over your knuckles in comfort. He lifted his face and kissed your forehead.

“Not only are you the cutest person ever but also the most oblivious. Huh?”

“W-What? Taehyung, I’m so confused.”

“I like you, cutie.” He smirked, though there was a hint of blush on his cheeks.

You’re eyes widened and your frown broke into a smile. You yelled out in glee before wrapping your arms around his neck. Not expecting the sudden embrace, Taehyung fell backwards onto the floor but safely secured you in his arms before hitting the ground. He groaned in pain and looked at you to see you still smiling into his neck.

“Oh god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me.”

The both of you laughed and stayed there hugging for a while. Until you heard the school bell ring. You immediately got up and started panicking about being late to class. Taehyung watched you in amusement before guiding you away from the broken glass, handing you your backpack and grabbing your hand. The two of you walked down the main hallway when everyone that were passing by stopped to stare. People started to whisper and you put your head down from all the attention. Taehyuung looked at you once before smirking and tugging you towards him. He wrapped an arm around you and kept walking like nothing happened while you were blushing like crazy. He saw his friends around a few lockers and winked at them while some had their mouths open and others laughing and shaking their heads. The rest of the school day was basically just that.

The last bell rang and for the first time, you were the one rushing out of class with all the other students. You tried to get by through the crowd but you were tossed around. Out of nowhere, you were gently moved into someone’s arms and the sea of people suddenly parted. You looked up to see Taehyung holding you and walking you to the first entrance of the school before he stopped right outside the gates. He paused before taking both of your hands into his and turning to face you. He looked straight at you with a serious expression, confusing and scaring you for a moment, before his mouth turned into a boxy-smile that you loved.

“Well cutie, I guess we have to say goodbye.”

“Ahh, you don’t have to call me cutie all the time you know.”

“Oh yeah? Then how is anyone gonna know that we like each other, hmm?”

“B-Because! We’re now a couple..And that means you’re mine!”

Taehyung smirked, he was enjoying the newly shown confidence you were talking in. He wasn’t used to you being so straightforward, but he liked it. And he liked you.

“Oh yeah, cutie? Well, too bad. You’re mine so I can call you cutie.”

You smiled and stepped forward so your feet were touching. You looked up/down at his confused expression before kissing his cheek. It was Taehying’s time for his face to turn red. His eyes widened and he stuttered from the kiss, speechless. You giggled and took the chance to squeeze his hand before letting go.

“Bye, Taehyung.”

“B-Bye, Y/N.”

He waved at you while you walked away and was instantly approached by his group of friends. They patted him on the back and congratulated him for winning the girl’s heart. He laughed with his friends before looking fondly into the distance at your retreating figure, wondering what was in store in the future. But as long as he was with you, and you were with him, he didn’t have to worry.

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cherryyjjk · 4 years

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my knight in shining armor [1]

[originally posted by armywithbangtan]

summary: the school bad boy likes flirting and asking you out during school, even after rejecting him. what’ll happen when someone else uses force?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst / future fluff / skool luv affair! au / bad boy! au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: harrassment

A/N: aw shucks idk what happened but like my fic got deleted?? :,) so i had to rewrite it so sORRy if like its weird and stuff

You were only walking up the steps of your school door but you had already braced yourself for a certain cutie to ask you out.

Kim Taehyung, the school’s bad boy. He was cold but still seemed to gather everyone’s attention.

It’s not like you didn’t like him, on the contrary, you had a massive crush on him. Except so did every person in the whole school who swung that way. You sighed to yourself before walking inside.

High schoolers, like you, were all bustling around the corridors. Some talking animatedly with their friends next to their lockers while others were sitting up against the wall trying to finish the last question of their english homework. And some daredevils were being chased by yelling teachers. To everyone else, it was loud and normal. But to you, it was quiet and weird. You didn’t hear his usual laughter or the stomping of his sneakers.

You walked up to your locker, wondering where he was, as you emptied some things out of your backpack and into your locker. You waited for a moment.

Maybe he would come out now? You wondered.

Him with his six other best friends, walking down the hallway like gods. Then he’d push out of his friend group and walk up to you. Slowly reach out and tap your shoulder before you would spin around and see that boxy-smile you adored. He’d say something cheesy, you’d roll your eyes and blush. Looking away and hoping that he didn’t know what effect he had on you, before politely denying his offer of a date.

You were scared. A bad boy wanting a date? Sure-fire trouble. You could only dream. And now him not even coming up to you?

Maybe he had gotten tired of you. You pathetically voiced in your head.

That thought threw your confession plan out the window. You knew you shouldn’t have let his boxy-smile, dyed hair, and confident but cute attitude get to you. But he was more than what others saw too. You thought that smile was only for you, those strawberries he said he got from his parent’s farm only for you, those funny puns he said to make you giggle only for you, that he was only for you.

But you would have to face reality and soon. Maybe then your heart wouldn’t ache when you saw him tomorrow, flirting with another person. Maybe you were just another person on his list. You cursed softly to yourself, thinking how you could you have been so foolish to allow your heart to be captured by him.

When you saw him again, you wouldn’t look in his direction. You had to be strong, but just that thought almost brought tears to your eyes. You wouldn’t be able to do it, you couldn’t forget that boy who had made his way into your heart.

You took a deep breath and straightened out your outfit before heading to your first class. Unfortunately he was not in this class, he wasn’t even in the same grade as you, being a sophomore and all. But that hadn’t stopped you from liking him, you remember the day it all started like the back of your hand.

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It was lunch time and you were trying to find your group of friends. They said they were sitting on the grass but you still couldn’t find the right door, each door you opened was a classroom. You roamed around the halls before groaning in annoyance and going back to your locker, leaning your head on the door.

“Hey, are you new?” Someone said from behind you. You turned around and looked down/up to see a cute boy smiling.

“Um, I’m a freshman,” You replied, confused why a stranger was talking to you. You titled your head to the side, seizing up the boy in front of you. He was shorter/taller than you and had what looked like the fluffiest hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt under a leather jacket, paired with some striped pants.

Taken back a bit, Taehyung hummed, “You look lost. The lunch tables are that way.” Taehyung pointed to the other end of the hallway where a sign read ‘LUNCHTABLES’. You mentally groaned, forgetting to check the boards in haste.

“Aw shucks,” You spoke quietly, after reading the sign.

Taehyung walked forward before stopping right in front of you. You looked down/up at him, he was smirking, but a type of smirk that was welcoming rather than hostile.

He laughed, “Cute.” Your cheeks flared up, your mouth ajar and stuttering.

“U-Um thanks. I-I better get going. I’ll see you around?” You replied, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and walking to the door.

“Yeah, definitely.” He stated confidently, without breaking eye contact. He chuckled at your smaller/larger form and smiled.

“See ya later, cutie!” Taehyung said and waved goodbye while walking away to the other end of the hallway.

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You walked into class with a binder in your hand and your backpack. You settled down in your seat and a few minutes later the bell rang. Almost immediately the teacher came into the room and started to teach the class a new lesson before assigning a pile of classwork to finish before the end of the period. You listened closely, taking notes and trying to forget the quiet morning.

Maybe he’s sick? Yeah, maybe that…Though, I shouldn’t get my hopes up. Maybe he’s finally decided not to care about me. Plus, its not like he likes me, right? Yeah. Definitely not.

Your stomach growled in between your thoughts and you remembered that you had packed favorite meal. You almost started drooling thinking about lunch. Maybe you’d find him then.

After almost two hours, the bell rang and your teacher dismissed everyone to break. You packed up your stuff, leaving you the last one in the classroom. Or so you thought.

“Huh, look what we have here!” a deep, scratchy voice said from the door.

You looked up only to see one of the dreaded juniors from your PE class, Chin-hwa. He was known to be mean to girls and beat up boys. His pale face, poorly dyed brown hair, and mess of a uniform made you sigh in annoyance. All of this year, he had sat behind you, tormenting you and trying to ask you out to only be rejected, not so politely after a while due to your annoyance. After a few times, he would backpack down or just glare at you from across the class. You didn’t like him and had made it awfully clear but he still didn’t seem to get the hint.

Rolling your eyes and looking back down to your backpack, you asked, “What do you want?”

He laughed, approaching where you were standing, “What do I want? I just want a date sweet-cheeks!” He sounded like a hyena and his two friends— if you could even call them that, they were more like his servants— laughed with him.

“Look, how many times do I have to say that I don’t—“

Chin-hwa’s eyes darkened and he looked down before slamming his hand on your desk, startling you. Your lunch that was previously resting on your desk dropped to the ground. The glass ware shattered into several pieces and your food was everywhere. You fell backwards while trying to block away shards from hurting you, until you looked up at Chin-hwa. He looked angry but didn’t raise his head. He was panting and closed his hands in a fist before banging it on the table again.

“I don’t care, you’re going on a date with me!” he screamed in your face, walking closer to you.

You stood up and slowly backed up until you hit the window behind you and winced before looking up at his face. You started to panic and look around only to realize that he had trapped you. His breath smelled like rotten fish and it didn’t seem like he had taken a shower either. He smirked, showing his crooked teeth. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, and you whimpered, scared out of your mind. You wanted to get away as soon as possible and you moved your head to the side and closed your eyes. He grabbed your chin and yanked it up/down.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” He growled, before grabbing your wrist and banging it against the window. You hoped someone would help, you wish you could take him on, but he was too strong. You tried steeling your nerves and glared at him, but panicking on the inside.

What do I do now? It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let me go. I will never go on a date with him but maybe that’s the only option? If only Taehyung was here!

Your thoughts stopped for a second. You remembered what happened this morning and frowned.

O-Or not. He wasn’t here this morning and plus, why would he care? He’s a bad boy, he doesn’t have to help some girl he had been flirting with.

Chin-hwa looked at you one more time, drinking in your outfit like a rat before sneering, “Give up?”

part 2 is here!

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