The Change Within

⑳I Don't Need Your Help

 
Taehyung dragged his feet outside and plumped down on a bench, closing his eyes and letting his head hang back, mentally exhausted.

He had so many questions, and the one who had all the answers refused to help him escape his pitfall of head-aching thoughts. The one who had all the answers didn’t even want to see him, and how could he pretend it didn’t hurt? He couldn’t do that. It stung him deeply to know that Jeongguk couldn’t even stand seeing him at that moment.

Was he supposed to apologize to him? He had no idea what he did wrong. Jeongguk was the one who called him a slut, and then he seemed to lose his mind by his rage? He didn’t even know what happened to him.

The delicate sound of the wind brushing against the trees shattered momentarily when the building’s door opened, and Taehyung jerked his head in that direction, hoping to see the caramel-haired boy.

Instead, he saw Desin walk outside with two unfamiliar, suited men by his side, and he ducked his head as his fingers dug into the edge of the bench.

Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, please—

“Taehyung.”

Fuck. “I’m not interested to hear anything from you.”

“I’ll meet you in the car,” Desin said as he beckoned his two chauffeurs to continue their way.

“Your parents don’t like waiting. Make this quick and behave yourself,” the one man said before they strolled off.

“So are you Jeongguk’s new sex toy?”

“What?” Taehyung asked as his face crumpled in disgust blended with shock at his words.

“You know, he protects you in exchange for sex. It’s his thing.”

“It’s a load of bullshit, that’s what it is. What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Why did he protect you if you don’t have that deal with him?”

“What are you doing exactly? You're talking shit about him because he caught you harassing someone and reported you? Got you suspended?”

“He didn’t get me suspended. I’m being transferred because of that fucker. But if you don’t believe me, ask him who Johan is.” He sent him a wink that infuriated Taehyung more if it was possible and then took off with his cocky smirk plastered proudly on his lips.

Johan? Deal? What the hell is he talking about?

Unable to stop musing over it, Taehyung slipped his phone out of his pocket and texted Jimin.

Taehyung: Do you know anyone named Johan who attended this uni?

He pushed himself to his feet and started wandering around the uni in hopes he would run into Jeongguk.

Jimin: Doesn’t ring a bell. Why? And are you okay? What the hell happened? They forced us to get into our classrooms without telling us anything. I heard someone harassed you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, Tae.

Taehyung: I’m okay, don’t worry, Chimchim. We’ll talk at the break.

He went to his contacts and let his thumb hover over Yoongi’s name, contemplating if he should ask him or not. He was sure Yoongi would know about that guy. He was Jeongguk’s best friend along with Hoseok. There was no way they didn’t know.

Screw it.

Taehyung: Hey, I’m outside of your classroom. Can you come meet me?

He peeked inside and watched as Yoongi sneaked his phone out of his pocket, but he didn’t text him back.