Dark and Wild *Taekook*

D&W 6: You F******* Like Him

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KIM TAEHYUNG

The music thumped hazily in my ears as I sat on the couch in the livingroom of the dance club dorm, surrounded by drunk bodies and thick bass. The vibe was like a fever dream and I just swam in it, suffocating in fog. Next to me, was a beautiful girl, one I'd been trying to get with for the last month. Her soft hands stroked my chest as she talked to be about fuck all. I wasn't listening. It was rare that my brain and my dick worked together, but when they did, I knew damn well to listen. Her touch made me itch, even though I'd been asking for it for weeks. I needed to get her off, and not in the fun, dirty way.

The only person I wanted to 'get off' like that made it his mission to avoid me whenever I came within five feet of him. It had been a week and a half since I had replaced his camera and that was the first time I'd seen anything other than contempt in his eyes for me. I thought that might earn me some brownie points with him, but it didn't seem to work because every time I flirted with him or deployed my natural charm, his face twisted with a permanent scowl or flattened with utter boredom and insults flew off of his tongue like balls of fire.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't find it incredibly sexy the way he wasn't afraid to speak his mind or tell me about myself. He was always on edge and his body always tensed when we made eye contact, as if he expected me to approach him with violence and not compliments. Almost immediately he'd puff up his chest like I was going to hurt him. The way he was hyper-aware of me should have been flattering, but as much as I liked to see him squirm, I didn't want to push him away completely. It bothered me a bit, but I couldn't stay away from him, even though he made it obvious he wanted nothing to do with me.

I wanted him to look me in the eye without scowling at me. Usually, shit like that didn't phase me. I had enough ego to fill up an olympic sized pool, but somehow, Jungkook's opinion weighed so much more than my ego.

There were times that I thought he was coming around, like when I started sitting near him in photography class and he'd let me banter with him for a few seconds, humoring a joke I made, or just rolling his eyes at something I'd said. But that was all he'd give me before he remembered that he was supposed to be annoyed by me and told me to fuck off. I savored those few seconds when I would see the slightest slip of amusement in his eyes before he cussed me out.

Jungkook didn't like me and he made it very clear that I wasn't going to break through the wall he put up. I tried making the conscious decision to lay off a little, but every time I saw him, I couldn't help but try to talk to him. Flirting was one of the main components of my interactions with everyone and it was hard to turn that part of myself off when Jungkok was the one to amplify it.

He and I were polar opposites in many aspects, but I was just so curious about him. It was silly to believe that I might charm him quickly when he already had a preconceived opinion of me from the beginning. Jungkook ran around my mind at an unhealthy rate and it seemed the only way to stop my chest from thumping every time I was around him was to put up an arrogant wall when really, all I wanted to do was pull him into my arms and kiss him. Kissing was something I reserved for a few people and it was something you had to earn.

Even from afar, I couldn't help but watch the defiant gleam in Jungkook's eyes. I wanted to taint his innocence, to teach him what pleasure felt like, to see the look in his pretty eyes when he met euphoria under me. The dozens of gays and girls at this school could never give me the satisfaction of true pleasure from sex. I didn't even really know what felt good anymore. I just did the action because I craved the dopamine.

"What's wrong, Oppa? You weren't acting like this last week. What's gotten into you?" She pouted. The question should have been 'who do you want to get into?'