I Get Off ||16+!!!||

Damage

I pack my books into my bag, listening to Gyuri and Lena talk about a party that is being thrown this weekend. I was invited by Jimin, but I already told him I wouldn't be there.

From the thought of Jimin, I'm instantly thinking about Taehyung and the remains of him between my legs.

God, don't let the birth control fail me so soon.

"You're really not going to join us this weekend when you didn't even tell us you were going to the last party?"

My eyes lift to Gyuri, my eyebrow cocked up at her words.

The words don't sound bad. But the attitude she has with it is what makes my spine stiffen in response.

Only a little while longer. I won't even see them again, most likely.

"I didn't plan on going to the last one. I was invited kinda last minute." I lie, zipping my bag.

"How was it last minute when we told you about it almost immediately when we learned about it?" Lena asks, folding her arms onto her desk beside me.

I shrug, relaxing in my seat. "Jimin invited me last minute."

Gyuri scoffs in front of me, turning her head away before looking back to me. "How has Jimin became so interested in you all of a sudden? He doesn't typically look at a girl twice unless he's sleeping with them. What, you already slept with him too?"

My eyes harden as I tilt my head at her.

I know why she's hurt.

But it's inexcusable to attack me each time that she does. We use to be better friends than this. But since I've rejected relationships for casual sex, they see me as nothing more than a slut that they can study with and use the term "friends".

"Stop. I haven't fucked Jimin." Might've let him dine between my thighs, but that's neither here nor there. "And I'm tired of you acting like I fucked him, too." I check the time on my watch, standing and taking my bag. "Bye."

I exit the class before the bell rings for final dismissal, making way to my locker to exchange books before meeting Jimin. It doesn't take long before the hall fills with students that are filled with tension and stress, waiting for the end of exams and graduation.

I haven't been worried for exams. Taehyung and I are similar in that sense since he too seems to feel free from the pressure everyone else feels.

How Taehyung feels...

I sigh out, clutching the door of my locker as a rush zips through my body and directly to my core, clenching around nothing.

I startle when my phone dings, reaching into my locker to pull the device from my shelf.

kth: did you feel me all day?

I bite my lip and glance around, looking down the hall where Taehyung stands at his locker with Jimin and Jungkook. He's not looking my direction but he's definitely thinking about me if he's texting me.

kmh: not as much of you
as I would've preferred
to feel all day xx

I glance back towards Taehyung, spotting him leaning against his closed locker before a smirk lifts his lips, his free hand lifting his glasses to push his hair off his forehead.

I almost sigh again at the pulse between my thighs. Almost.

His eyes lift and meet mine before my phone dings, making me jump and look away from him.