Daddy's Little Brat || Vmin

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Tae's POV

"Hey Tae." a brunette girl waved my way as I was about to enter my class.

"Hey." I replied.

This was starting to become like a routine.

Everywhere I went or every corner I turned, there was either some boy asking me to shoot a few hoops with him and his friends or some girls begging desperately (but casually) for my number.

I was getting quite used to it.

Also, Jimin doesn't give me those deadly glares anymore.

They were more like sexy glares.

In the five classes that we had together, we'd give each other secret glances.

No one knew.

No one ever found out.

And that's just how we intended to keep it.

We'd pretend to hate each other in school so no one would speculate anything.

But when we were alone, pretending was far from what we did.

I entered the class with a smirk plastered on my face.

Jimin.

He was sitting in his seat, one leg crossed over the other in a somewhat business-like way.

"Taehyung, it's quite splendid of you to join us." the teacher said cheerfully, snapping me outta my thoughts.

As much fun as it was to be the good and popular kid of the school, sometimes I'd feel like returning to my old ways.

It was tempting to disrespect a teacher or smack at least one kid behind the head.

But then the temptation would just fade away when I realize.

I can smack so much more.

I sat in my seat and withdrew my notebook and pen from my backpack.

"Stupid teacher's pet." I heard Jimin mumble behind me.

I knew the derogative statement was directed to me.

Turning my head in his direction, I squinted my eyes and mouthed the words "I'm gonna get you." with a smirk.

His own smirk quickly changed to a scowl as he focused his eyes back in his own notebook.

Just you wait.

Jimin's POV

The dude must have thought I was scared of him and what he told me.

But honestly, I was too busy staring at his plump sexy lips as he formed every word perfectly.

I only pretended to be 'scared' because I knew what he meant.

I quickly turned my attention back into my notebook.

Every few seconds, I'd steal a glance at his ass as it rested perfectly in the combo chair desk.

I wondered what it would taste like since he'd already tasted mine.

••••After School••••

As I packed my belongings into my bag, I kept feeling like I'd forgotten something.

I made a mental check of everything I had.

Books.

Pens.

Rulers.

Backpack.

Nope! Got everything.

I picked up my bag and was just about to walk through the door when...

"Forgetting something?"

A deep male's voice sounded from a corner of the class.

I turned around slowly and cursed under my breath as I saw who it was.

Shit.