Role Model | Lee Taeyong

Seventeen ☻

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Her hair was coloured bright red. So were her hands.

The immense feeling of swinging her bat against the man's head filled her with adrenaline, excitement, and she couldn't get enough of it. Deep down inside she knew that she was wrong. She was the devil in disguise. No, the devil wasn't as bad as her. But it made her feel even more thrilled.

"You're a psychopath." The boy across from her suddenly states. He couldn't help but notice how she was lowly chuckling to herself, staring deep into her crimson-covered palms. She raises an eyebrow at him.

"So?"

"Never said it was a bad thing." He defends himself, putting his hands in the air. He throws a wet towel at her, which she takes to dry the blood off of her skin. The two remained in awkward silence, neither of them finding the right words to say.

Their relationship was in a fiddly halt, and Jaemin wanted it to end as soon as possible. It was all his fault for initiating the first kiss between them. Probably the last one as well, by the look on her face. "So are we ever going to talk about it?" Jaemin asks.

She doesn't look up at him, letting her eyes glued onto her hands. "There's nothing to talk about."

"I beg to differ." He stands to his feet, treading closer to the girl. He grabs her by the arm, pulling her up and forcing her to make eye contact with him. He took the time to slowly glance at every feature of hers. Her lips were plump, having a natural red glow to them. Her nose was thin and her eyes always looked like puppy eyes, almost as if she was just a customary girl after all.

"Fine, let's talk. What do you want to say?" She says, her teeth biting down softly on her lip as she lets her arms escape from his grip. He sighs. "What was the kiss to you? If you were going to act so weird about it afterwards then why would you even let it happen?"

She glances off to the side, avoiding his glare. "What happened between us was a mere... misunderstanding. We're coworkers, not friends and definitely not lovers. Let's not start something."

He scoffs, not believing a single word that left her mouth. "Is that what you really think? Or are you trying to make yourself think that?" He walks closer to her, grabbing her hands and pulling them into an embrace. "It's not illegal to actually like someone, Narae."

She knew that Jaemin didn't believe her. He had every right, as she was lying after all. Love wasn't a real thing, it never was. Her parents were a prime example of how intimacy was a hoax. But she couldn't deny that she loved every second of kissing Jaemin. Every single day since the kiss, she fell asleep with his soft lips on hers. It left her flustered to the point where she couldn't even look the boy in his eyes.

Although she wanted Jaemin to dominate her the night of the kiss until dawn arrived, now she couldn't even look him straight in the eyes without turning away quickly. Narae thought that she had experienced everything in the world, but there was still one thing she had to encounter, the worst of them all.

Love.

A sudden smirk appears on Jaemin's face, making Narae scrunch up in confusion. He leans in closer, his hot breath right against her collarbone. The air in her chest tightens as her body felt like she was on a tightrope. A tightrope where at the bottom is all the heartbreak and toxicity that was trying to pull her in.

"You can pretend for however long you want, angel. But remember that I can read you like a book, inside and out. You can't hide away from me forever." He smirks against her skin, pulling away and winking at her before walking away.

Starstruck and confused, she collapses back onto the chair that she was sitting on before. Her mind was spinning like crazy and she was starting to see red and yellow. I need to distract myself. She thinks to herself, taking out her laptop.

Her fingers open up the security cameras she had bugged into the motels that the detectives were staying at. She heard some intriguing things, such as noisy people having midnight sex and messy drug deals being held place. But it all paid off in the end when she managed to hear and listen to vulnerable information said by the officers.

"We've waited too long." She hears the voice of her dear brother talk over the camera. She scoffs, leaning in closer to listen better. "Too fucking long, Yeri! I don't care if you guys don't want to use violence on these kids, I do. I'm gathering another swat team as we speak."

Narae raises an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "A swat team? More like a waste of fucking money. Those assholes won't find me no matter how hard they try." She cackles in enjoyment and pleasure.

"I understand your position Taeyong but we can't just get a force team and think that'll help us. Narae isn't a simpleton and you know that. She likes to play tricks and mind games on us, almost as if she's a tormentor. To win, we have to play the game with her." Yeri says softly from the bed.

This Yeri girl isn't half bad as I thought. Narae nods impressively. Maybe there was one smart person working against her, awful it's not her brother she's talking about. But although she was dazzled by the woman's interesting mind, she still couldn't help but fantasize the moment she would get to dismember her slowly one by one.

"I don't get what you're trying to say," Taeyong says annoyingly.

"I mean, we need to play tricks on her back. Think strategically. Does she want a real challenge? Fine, we'll give her one. We can beat her at her own game, trust me." Yeri's arms cross over her chest, staring the older man straight in the eyes.

He nods his head bitterly. "I'm trusting you on this one, Yeri. You fuck this up and I'll never forgive you." He spats lowly before exiting the room, leaving both Yeri and Narae disappointed.

"Ugh, once an asshole always an asshole," Narae says in disgust, watching her brother walk away from the girl he loved the most. She knew that he was an idiot, and he knew that too. If only I could treat Yeri better than I do. He thinks to himself from the outside of her door.

Narae slowly closes her laptop, her smile wider and her excitement higher. She squeals tightly, biting down on her lip to contain her emotions as she watches the closed laptop.

"Finally, the real fun starts."