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Taehyung PT. 1

dedicated to: @BangtanSonyeodon

(Alissa's POV, Friday)

"pfft, what a slut!" He laughed as he walked past me.

Kim Taehyung... aka Mr. Motherfucker... aka: My "bully" since the 7th grade. We're in the 10th grade now.

Ahhh, 16. This is the age I start to figure myself out. Make bigger decisions. Feel and do good. Right? "Yeah, ummmm, no." is what Mr. MF would say to that. To be honest, I don't even know what the fuck I did to him but he's made my life a living hell since we were 13.

I roll my eyes and continue walking to class.

I don't let him get to me. For all I care, he can suck a dick. Wait, now that I think about it, I've never actually seen him with a girlfriend. And while he's bullied me for years, he's never actually laid a hand on me... *Gasp* wHAT IF HE'S GAY?!

I laugh at the thought and move on. But all throughout class the thought kept coming back. "Is he gay? Is he really? Oh my god. What if he is??" And at that moment, the idea basically slapped me in the face.

*After class*

I left the classroom and wandered around the hallways looking for him. "Where tf-?" Finally, there he was. "Yo, Kim Taehyung!" I called. He turned around looking surprised. "Meet me after school, back by the gym, alright?" I said, calmly, and walked away. "W-What the hell? Who said you could talk to me, huh?!" He yelled after me. I jogged to my next class and sat down, exhausted. "Hopefully it works."

*School ends, bell rings*

*Sigh* "Here goes nothing..." I get up from my seat and leave class to go get my things from my locker. After grabbing my stuff, I make my way through the crowds and hallways, outside to the gym. To my surprise, Mr. MF is already there, leaning against the wall. "What took you so long?" He asked. "What? Were you waiting?" I reply. "Yeah..." He mumbles. I raise an eyebrow but brush it off and get to the point.

"Alright, look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye *mumbles* due to reasons unknown to me *speaking normally* but I just wanted to let you know that despite that, I respect your sexual orientation.... And I was hoping, maybe, you'd return the favor by not messing with me anymore. Ya' know?" I say.

"W-what are you talking about?" He stutters.

"Fine, if you want to play dumb, I know you're gay, okay? I'm saying that I won't go around telling everyone or make fun of you. Now can you stop being a dick to me?"

"I-I'm not g-gay..."

"Really? Is that so?" I say sarcastically. "Then why is it that I have never seen you with a girlfriend? EVER. Nor have you ever pushed me against a locker or something?"

"W-Well that's, um, b-because, I... uh, well, you see..." He stumbles over his words turns a bright shade of pink.

"Woah, what's up with you? Where's your confidence?" I ask. He bites his lip and looks at the ground. "Whatever, just leave me alone, thanks." I begin to walk away but am suddenly yanked back as he grabs my wrist.

"W-wait...!" he suddenly speaks up. "Jesus! What the hell is wrong with you?! You bully me for 3 years and the day I finally decide to stand up to you you get all shy and can't speak properly?! I mean what the actual fu-"

"I LIKE YOU!" He yells interrupting me. He sighs deeply and looks up, directly into my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry for how I've been treating you but I'm not gay. I never hurt you physically because you're so pretty and I didn't want to see you get hurt. But other guys saw how pretty you are too and I didn't want them to take you from me so I spread all those rumors and- and this all just turned into a big mess and I've wanted to tell you for so long but I-I just didn't know how but now you know so... I'm sorry. But I really do like you a lot. I have since 7th grade... So... would you... um, maybe... go out with me?" He says abruptly and cracks a small smile afterwards.

I stare at him for a second, shocked, but then I return to my senses and burst out in laughter. "W-why are you laughing?" He asks, concerned.

"oH MY GOD, *laughing* YEAH, LIKE HELL I WOULD GO OUT WITH YOU! WhAt ThE FuCk?!?1?!1?! YOU MADE MY LIFE MISERABLE AND NOW YOU JUST EXPECT ME TO UP AND DATE YOU? yEaH, Ok MiStEr!1!1!!!1!!1"

I calm down and look at him. He looks sad. "Ok, ok, this is a joke, right? Where are the cameras?" I say, looking around. "I'm not lying, Alissa. I think you're so beautiful..." he says and lets go of my wrist to touch my cheek. "Woah, ok, buddy!" I take a step back and push his hand away. "Um, thanks but no thanks. Please, leave me alone." I manage to actually get away before he can try anything else.

I get back to my home and flop on my bed. "Jesus fuckin' christ." I sigh. "Is he for real??" I think before drifting off to sleep.

Against my better judgement, Taehyung is on my mind all weekend. I couldn't help but think, "What an idiot. If he actually, rEALLY liked me he could've just told me..."

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