My Temptation - KTH FF (under rewrite)

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A/N: I was debating deleting this book but I have an attachment since it is my first one. This is under heavy revision!  It will be more mature, more angsty and yes, more dramatic. With that, being said, if you are too young, please don't read this book as it was originally and is all the more mature now. I hope you all like it.

Chapter Notes: "<if text is like this, they are speaking in Korean and not English>"

Chapter Warnings: Drug use, explicit language, drinking

(This is entirely fiction, please let's not take it too seriously and since I'm keeping the overall plot the same, please do not spoil what happens next.)

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It was getting harder and harder for Taehyung to ignore it. That 'it' of course being the stupid, indifferent, good-looking girl in the typical shimmery black dress that showed too much of her curves. He had seen that type of dress a million times before on a million different girls, it was boring and played out but had somehow been titled as 'classic'.

And yet, every time he looked at the girl, he both knew everything, but somehow nothing at all. He felt like all the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him, his mouth feeling dry and his lips subconsciously parting without his permission as he watched her hips sway daringly and without a care to the shitty club music, dancing around with no one in particular.

Taehyung decided enough was enough. She hated him and his brothers anyways. If she caught him staring, she'd surely send a glare his way, he knew it better than anyone, had ever since the first day they started college, even if she's never publicly said it aloud.

What he and his brothers had done to earn her glares and eyerolls every time they passed or even so much as spoke? He wasn't quite sure, and it was really bothering him all this time that he couldn't figure it out. Taehyung considered himself a lot of things, both good and bad; but a stupid man was not one of them. On the contrary, he was actually very quick witted and observant to everyone around him.

It wasn't easy being Taehyung. For one, his whole life he had to put on an act, think perfect, act perfect, charm perfectly, be someone he wasn't. So, because of that, he had more than enough time growing up to observe and adjust in order to keep his family's excellent favor reputation within their elite high society.

He hated that, the shallowness of the average person he was faced with day to day and what it took to satisfy them. Everyone in his world was just so shallow and transparent, an inch deep if he was being generous. For that reason and that reason alone, he always caught himself taking note of her. Stupid little 'her' that didn't want his wealth or share in his status–"

What was her endgame?

He noticed he had to actually try to not be bothered. This pride in himself only added to the annoyance from the confusion of what he felt; not understanding why she seemed to loathe his very existence. He was a total catch, an heir who had no room up to his future, everything had been decided the second he was born. Vast wealth, designer items and cars that cost as much as houses, who didn't want that?

He and his brothers were quite famous at their university, granted his family practically owned a large portion of it with all of their financial contributions. On top of that, they were all extremely wealthy, good looking (enough to get a few of them some modeling gigs), charming to no end and seeing as how he grew up playing sports with them... he knew they were all well-endowed. Total package to the average shallow woman, right? So, what the fuck was this?

They didn't flaunt it... at least not constantly and especially not when it was just the seven of them, alone from the world. The constant attention was a bore and a real mess to deal with. That alone usually had the girls swooning and ready to give him anything he wanted. But yet she ignored his existence, he was even below the bugs at night that got her attention when she would swat them away.