Taehyung
I happily hop after getting off the car.
The hyungs, rapper hyungs, already made their way to their own studios. Jin hyung went to the kitchen to prepare our meal. Jimin stayed in the living room playing some games.
I wanted to play with him so I decided to change into loose white shirt and red shorts.
I walked out of my room and started hopping to the living room.
"Jim- Aahp!"
"Be quiet and follow me."
The dark voice sends shiver down to my spine.
Before I could react, a firm grip around my arm already pulled me in a room, a studio.
GOLDEN STUDIO
I gulped.
"H-hey, why did you d-drag me here?"
I didn't get any answer. He just stared at me like a prey.
I avoided his stares and hug myself.
"Do you really not have an idea why you're here?"
His voice dropped to a lower octave.
I honestly don't know why- oh fuck!
"I was just joking, Kook!"
He got up from his seat and slowly walks toward me.
I stayed still but not looking at him.
"Joking?"
He asks once he's centimetres away from me.
"Y-yes, AAHH!"
It's so fast. All I know is that my face and body is already pressed against the wall. His hand is firmly wrapped around my nape pushing me to the wall.
"You should know better, baby."
