Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11980806. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: F/M, M/M, Multi Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jeongguk/Main_Character, Min_Yoongi/Main_Character, Jung_Hoseok/Main Character, Park_Jimin/Main_Character, Kim_Taehyung/Main_Character, Kim Namjoon/Main_Character Character: Kim_Namjoon, Kim_Taehyung, Kim_Seokjin, Park_Jimin, Min_Yoongi, Jeon Jeongguk, Jung_Hoseok, Kim_Jisoo, Jennie_Kim, Park_Chaeyoung, Lalisa Manoban Additional Tags: bts_-_Freeform, blackpink_-_Freeform, Smut, Just_smut, mentions_and_acts of_suicide, mentions_and_acts_of_rape, Underage_Sex, eventual_rape/ molestion, more_smut Stats: Published: 2017-09-02 Completed: 2017-09-06 Chapters: 51/51 Words: 34342 ****** The School Slut ****** by Mincity Summary ❝I'm not legal, but I'm sexy.❞         «• She's an attention whore, but more so she's just a whore. •» Notes Okay so I wrote and posted this on my Wattpad @Mincity (1.28K) but then I realized that AO3 existed and the work here is really amazing. ***** This Is Bangtan And They're All Mine ***** Intro :     Main character name : Park Sae-young   There are a simple set of rules that come with being what I am.   Rule number one, wear a condom. This should apply to almost everyone. Rule number two, don't fuck just anybody. Rule number three, don't listen to those who oppose you. AKA: "The Haters." Rule number four, don't get caught. No matter where I am, there's nothing worse than getting "caught in the act." And lastly, rule number five, don't fall in love. Nothing ruins a good fling more than... feelings.       "Ah~!" I claw my long finger nails into his back, feeling the pleasure of him between my walls. His thrusts are so fast that the shelf we're against has started to cover shake, causing cleaning products to fall and scatter across the floor. "Oh my~! God!" He growls in response to my cries of pleasure, still continuing at his quick pace. I can feel him twitching inside of me, growing restless with his patience wearing thin. My legs squeeze tightly around his waist as I feel my time coming as well. It's been ten minutes since we started and we've finally come together. My forehead slicks with sweat from all of the effort and energy that was put into that. He pants over and over as his head rests on my shoulder, his arms still on either side of me resting on the boards from the shelf. I keep my arms around his warm neck and catch my breath. And his twenty seconds start... now. "You know, you're the only girl that I've been with for awhile. I could see us really being together you know." He runs a hand through his hair slowly, trying to be seductive. I put my school uniform back on, but not in a rush. I can't seem too eager to get out of here. "Like, a real couple." I fix my hair and make sure my makeup isn't too messy. Trying to get rid of the "I just had sex" look. "I mean, of course, I'll drop all the other girls I've been fucking around with." I'm finally done straightening up. "All for you. You're special." 19...20... He reaches for my hand but there's nothing to grab. I twist the handle of the janitor's closet and get ready for my next class, leaving Park Jimin down the hall. Watching me walk away. ***** You'll Never Guess Who She Really Is. ***** Early Monday morning, I walk through the double doors of Lila Academy of the Arts. My high school. In this world I'm two different people. So excruciatingly different that here, in public, no one knows about my rendezvous with anyone I've slept with. I'm shy and timid and quiet, yet charming. I try my best to stay kind, but sometimes things get heated and I let my annoyed personality seep out. Anyway, I don't know what would happen if anyone found about about me and my numerous hookups. I make my way to my locker for my already done assignments. Now, don't get things twisted. I'm a straight A student. Just because I sleep around a lot doesn't mean I fail in my academics. I take out my binder full of completed homework and rest it in my arms just as soon as my number one tormentor walks up to me. Hyeon Ja. "Hey, Saeyoung-ie." I get a good look at her wicked smirk. "H-hello... Hyeon..." I stutter in a mousy whisper and keep my head down, my books squeezed tightly against my chest. "So... what are you doing after school?" "Nothing. I don't get invited out that much... especially on a Monday..." My distrust for her swells. "Okay well, I've heard that you... 'hang out' with Park Jimin. I need you to... introduce me to him." She says this hesitantly. I drop my demeanor for a second and only a second. "Why?" I question with sass. "I mean, I've been noticing him a lot more lately. And I see him starring at you a lot! Honestly, I like him. You obviously know what he's into. So could you just... be my friend and do it?" "So..." "So what do you think!" She snaps in annoyance. "You're so slow. He'll make a cute toy for me." If anybody is the actual slut here, at this high school, it's her. Honestly, the guys I hookup with don't want to be anywhere near Hyeon. And now you can see the reason. Because she oozes manipulation. It's unattractive. In physical appearance, she's looks better than me. From her golden strands of hair and her perfect hips, plush red lips, round adorable porcelain cheeks, and her style... she's my superior. "First off, Jimin isn't anybody's toy. He and I do not 'hang out' meaning we don't fuck. Hyeon, if you want someone then go get them yourself, because I'm not your fairy godmother." "I ask you to do one thing—" "And I say no." I cut her off. "Too bad..." She crosses her arms over her, more developed than mine, chest. "I would've done it for you." I can get guys on my own. The first bell rings, signaling that it's time for me to head to biology. "Bye, Hyeon." I say walking away from her. "Nice! Bye!" She waves me away. And just like that we're back to pretending to be friends in front of crowds who already have their eyes on us.       Now I never said I liked class. I just know how to get through it with flying colors. I sit behind the counter shielded away from the professor monologuing about the cell cycle and mitosis. And I just so happen to be sitting next to the only good thing in Biology class. Kim Taehyung. His dark brown hair shines in the rays of sunlight streaming through the window next to us and a few streaks catch his shining hazel eyes. I guess he catches my gaze because he smirks and looks away from me. My face heats up and it doesn't help when he slowly grabs my hand. "I'm guessing you like what you see today?" He squeezes my hand tightly but not as tightly as possible. "Everyday," I continue my intense blush. "You always look so... edible." Taehyung smiles in response and then picks my hand, the one already in his grip, up and places it on his thigh. He slowly moves it around, up and down, until it's on his... I blush and look away with my hair covering my side profile. "Don't be shy," He whispers, remembering we're still in class although everyone is oblivious to us and Tae's naughtiness. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Kim Taehyung and I have had sex a number of times but I still blush every time I talk to him or see him. He's the only guy I've ever been with that has an effect like this on me. "It's fine," I do what he wants but try to stay inconspicuous about it. Slowly and quietly, I unbuckle his belt and allow my left hand to venture into his uniform and past his boxers. With a little more guiding my palm finally comes in contact with his throbbing member. Taehyung bites his plump bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. I start off slowly pumping my hand up and down along his length. I'm thankful for the big marble counters that keep our dirty actions hidden away from the rest of the room. And I'm so perfectly happy that Taehyung is my class partner in here. I could never break rule number five. It's the most important of all of my rules, but if I ever did, I'd want it to be with Tae. "I'm close, Sae." He whispers as quietly as possible but I know he'll be out of control soon because I begin to pump that much faster. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as possible. "Now, class, let's talk about the process of Meosis. So in the cell cycle..." Professor Geum trails off and before I know it, I've pushed Taehyung all the way over his limit because he comes right there. Thankfully, in a quiet manner. He lets out a breathy sigh and clenches his fists. "We're gonna have to meet up after school, you know?" I pull my hand out of his pants and give him a questioning look. "Why?" Tae bites his lip. "Because now I need you. All of you, not just your tiny little hands." ***** I Don't Want Your Body. I Just Want You To Stay Pure. ***** It  was on the way back to my locker, to drop off the textbooks I had, that my only actual friend (without benefits) approached me for the first time today.   "Hey, Seokjin." I stuff my backpack in my locker. Not needing it tomorrow. "How was your day?" He furrows his eyebrows. "Not better than Kim Taehyung's. I heard everything." "What? I'm confused." "In Biology class. Those heavy, ragged, breaths. The sound of your hand moving up and a down against his..." He jokes, dramatically, he says this as if he's quoting an erotic novel. I can feel my face go bright red. Jin and I have been friends forever. I do remember when we first met though. It was our last year of junior high. And he had (somehow) convinced the innocent me to let him feel my boobs. The whole experience was just awkward. They were underdeveloped, he didn't know what he was doing, we were fourteen years old, and we were nervous that anyone would find out or walk in on us so neither of us enjoyed it. We stayed friends afterwards though and have never had a romantic attraction to each other since. He's slowly transformed into an older brother figure over time. "I know everything. Including what you're doing tomorrow, so I'm going to go on and get ahead of it. The answer is no, Saeyoung." "What? How do you know? What makes you think it's anything... wrong?" I laugh, incredulously. Jin crosses his arms. "You only ever leave your backpack in your locker overnight when you don't plan on coming to school the next day. I'm guessing you're staying over at one of your other "friend's' place tomorrow. Like, Mr. Taehyung?" I giggle. I love how he can read me perfectly. How he knows me better than I know myself. "You know, I've always hated you hooking up with those guys. Especially Kim Namjoon. He's too rough with you. And the hickeys from Park Ji Min. Oh, my god. I seriously hate that." I think he just hates other people marking me, and being territorial about my physical body. I close my locker softly. "It's not like he leaves them all over your body." "It might as well be." He grabs my hand. "You're my best friend. And I love you. You need to stop with those guys. I hate that Kim Namjoon." "I know..." "The pain it looks like he puts you in." He squeezes my hand, tightly. "I mean, he's the only one that's gets any pleasure out of these little escapades between you guys." "When it comes to pleasure... Saeyoung, you're supposed to give as much as you receive." I've told him— No I've cried to Jin. I've cried to him numerous times after I've had sex with Namjoon. About all of the pain. The limping... the pain between my legs... Namjoon is a loner. He's what most girls would label as a "bad boy." But I only call him, a hit-and-run. That's what he is to me. He never kisses me, or touches me sensually. He barely looks at me during our intercourse. He doesn't take an article of clothing off for me. Not unless, he's in a rush or trying something new. I've forgotten why I hookup with Kim Namjoon. I just have him. The school's bad boy under my belt and that's an achievement that I don't have to share. I solidly know that I'm the only girl he's ever been with. Believe it or not. "I don't want to tell you what to do... but you shouldn't have sex with anyone else. Not until you find someone that you love and whom loves you back. That's what I'm doing," He chuckles and squeezes my hand one more time. "No matter how girly it sounds." The final bell rings, signaling that we can officially leave campus. Jin reaches for my locker and opens it, takes my school bag out, and puts it on for me. "You're coming to school tomorrow, okay?" I pout. "Okay..." "Promise?" He pouts with me. "I promise, Seokjin-ssi." He hugs me. "Promise you won't have sex with anyone else until you're married?" I laugh at him and see my ride home approaching us. "I can't do that." He huffs. "See you tomorrow then." Jin walks away, clearly ready to go home after a long day. Just as soon as he's gone, he's replaced by Taehyung. "You ready for some fun?" "Nonstop fun." I smile and walk to his car with him. Not touching him, until we're out of the sight of everyone else. ***** What Do You Want From Me? Please Stop Existing. ***** Sometimes I really hate cellphones.   "Just ignore it." Taehyung growls, sexily. He kisses me roughly on my neck, then sucks it as hard as he can. Definitely trying to leave marks. I'd do the same but I've got small lips. "Okay..." His right hand gropes me all over, and rushes this by starting to remove our clothes. We arrived at his house all of ten seconds ago, when he swiped everything off of the desk next to his front door and threw me on top of it. "My mom has a late shift today. You're sleeping over." He orders. My cell phone has rang twice since we got here like someone is dying. He begins to grind against me, ready for the acts that are about to occur. He's been waiting all day long, but so have I. He unlatches his warm mouth from the skin on my neck long enough to whisper into my ear. "Tonight—" The ring from my phone interrupts us again. Taehyung groans. "That's fucking it." He grabs my bag and digs around until he finds my phone. I sit up from my oh-so-comfortable position on the desk and stand. As soon as his hand curls around the phone he answers it angrily. "What?!" He shouts. "Who?" Tae continues the conversation with whoever was calling me. I hope to God it's not my dad. "No. She's busy right now. Don't call her again." He hangs up in the face of this unknown caller. The sexual frustration causes him to snap at the only obstacle coming between he and I. Who was it? "You hang out with Kim-" I stop him there. "I hang out with a few guys. You're not the only one, and you never have been." I walk out of his living room, slightly pissed. I may have a set of rules for myself, but there's a set for my partners as well. I won't recite them, but one states that they can't get jealous if they find out that I'm with other people. Every single one of them humbly agreed. Same goes for them. I can be as jealous as I want, but if I ever hear of them fucking around with some other basic bitch then I won't say anything. I have been known to hang out with that person less and less until I don't know them anymore, though. He follows me. "Yeah, but Kim Namjoon?" He spits out the last word as if it were vile in his tongue. "Why would you want to be with such a... person. I hear things about him." "Whatever they are, trust me it's all true." I sit at his kitchen bar. Taehyung bites his lip. "Well, how long has it been? Since you started fucking him, I mean?" I sigh at his question. "You're violating a rule," "Just answer it!" I can feel him getting angrier as he sits next to me. Well I'm a senior in high school now... Tae is a junior and Namjoon is a senior as well. "Since Freshmen year." I answer blankly, and rest my elbows on the kitchen counter. "That long?" I shrug. "So what did he want?" I ask getting up again and going to his bedroom, already knowing my way around his place thanks to the millions of nights I've spent with him. "Nothing," He calls, following me. "No..." If I know him, he wanted to hook up tonight. That's the only reason he ever calls me. "He wanted to fuck, didn't he?" I crack a smile. Thinking back on what happens when I don't come to Namjoon at his every call... I mean, it's not like his calls come so frequently, but when they do... He's possessive in a way that will, if not taken care of, will become dangerous. I can't just ignore him, or the next time we hook up... he'll be rougher. I grab my backpack, surprising Taehyung. "Where do you think you're going?" I barely answer, already knowing what's coming as soon as I make it to Namjoon's house. "Nam..." The last thing I want is a punishment from him. Jin wouldn't like me going over there. In all honesty, Jin wouldn't like me going over anywhere that isn't home, school, or church. "Don't tell me you're really going over there. Like you're his little pet?" Namjoon lives about halfway up the street from where I am now. I hate these rich kid neighborhoods. All of the houses look the same. Think... what's his house number? His address. 402... 420... I speed-walk down the halls, my dark brown ringlets falling in my eyes. "Saeyoung, what about me?" I can hear Taehyung call this but... ...I'm already out of the door and down the sidewalk. ***** It Doesn't Matter What You Want. You're Here For My Pleasure. ***** It's a full twenty minutes before I'm even close to Namjoon's house, shared with his mother. "You're late. I called you half an hour ago, bitch." He says almost jokingly, but I can see the anger. "Go home. My mom got off early." I can barely breathe from the sprint uphill that I just did for him. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt that really defines his muscles and a pair of basketball shorts. "And who was that guy that answered your phone? I told you I was cool with you being a whore with other guys, just as long as I didn't have to put up with them." His platinum hair is messy but cute and I can only fear what he's definitely going to do to me when we do have a chance to be alone. "You'll get your punishment later tonight. I'll be over around ten, when my mother goes to bed. Be ready for me." He pushes me slightly off of his porch and then slams the door. I have to stand for a few minutes, stunned into silence. I begin my trek downhill towards my house to get a much needed nap. Tae can wait until tomorrow.     *****   My phone rings in the middle of my dream. Gosh, I swear I'll smash it. It only so interrupts important things, such as sex and naps. Then I think back on today's events and just barely crack my eyes open long enough to read the time on my bed side clock. 10:56 Holy shit. Namjoon! He's going to destroy me! I sprint downstairs, ever-so-gracefully, and almost tripping and falling on my face. Downstairs there are furious knocks going against my door to match my 17 missed calls. Should I call 911? I'm currently fearing for my life. As soon as my index finger turns the lock the door flies open, nearly missing me. Holy shit. "I've been out here for an hour!" "Listen, Namjoon— I'm sorry, but I just needed a nap. I'm exhausted." "A five hour nap? What the hell?" He enters my house and slams the door, locking it. "Who's here?" "Uh, no one. It's just me." I can barely say this without backing up further away from the fast approaching guy. "Do you remember the ground rules we set for each other or not?" "Yes—" "Rule number one was for you to be available. You need to be around when I need you. How many other guys are you fucking that you're in need of a five hour nap?" "Um, just two others." I answer as honestly as possible. "We'll learn how to manage your time better, because one more screw up," My back solidly hits the wall behind me, there's no more room left for me to back away. He closes the space between us with his chest slammed firmly against mine. Namjoon's muscular arms rest on either side of my head. "And I'll mess you up."   I take one deep breath after the threat to my well being, right before his lips crash onto mine. I reluctantly kiss him back. His warm palms rest on my shoulders before they make their way to roughly pull my top over my head. I'd completely object to intercourse with Namjoon if it weren't for current circumstances. We have three rules : He begins to unbuckle his belt and then pulls it through each individual loop. Rule number one, always be available to him. It's not his problem if I'm busy with pre-existing commitments. I'll have to cancel them. Or drop everything to meet up with him. I can feel his large hands running up and down my back until he finally unclasps the hooks of my bra. "Jump," His raspy voice echoes throughout my earlobe. I do as he says and my legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I'm shirtless and he's pants-less. He begins carrying me up the stairs into my bedroom. Rule number two, never say no. If he wants me to do something I have two options. Do it or be punished. No others. When I say no he'll love to make it 1000 times worse. I'm also not allowed to cut things off with him until he's ready to end things. When he's tired of me then we're done. Nothing more on that. Once we make it to my bed room, Namjoon doesn't bother to close the door. He drops me and watches as I collapse onto the sheets. Pulls his own shirt off and then hovers over me, slowly sliding my shorts off. I get caught starring at his... little him. The biggest one that I've ever seen. Even if I've only see three in my whole life, I'm confident that Namjoon has the biggest penis I'll ever see though. "Take your hair out of that ponytail. I don't like it." I don't hesitate to follow his commands. I pull my black hair out of the elastic ponytail holder. Rule number three... His naked body makes full contact with mine before his hands twirls in circles across my clit. "Hmmm," Don't tell anyone. It's nobody's business. Whatever we do it's for our own pleasure, not for their gossip. Namjoon comes first in our relationship. If he comes (cums) before I do then he can stop if he wants. I do not get a say in this. My relationship with him is definitely more of a contract than anything. Only about half the time am I satisfied. Namjoon stops his fingering and leans down to bring his mouth to my vagina... (A/N) I swear I cringe every time I type "vagina" (A/N) ... and slowly blows on it. Only making me wetter. "So you like that?" He smirks. His tongue pops out and moves up and down in repetition. I have no choice but to, as lightly as I possibly can, tug on his hair from the unbearable pleasure. I let out a moan just as the buildup increases and he can obviously tell, because he ceases his tongue movements immediately. He flips me over on my stomach and sits me into a "on all fours" position. Namjoon grabs my hands and places them on the headboard to be held there by his fists. He leans over me and whispers seductively in my ears. "Next time, answer your fucking phone." I simply assume that he's about to, as roughly as possible, slam into my vagina. I discover that I'm dead wrong when he separates my ass checks and rams himself all the way into the OTHER hole. (A/N) Why am I laughing? (A/N) This is my cue to scream at the top of my lungs. "You've been a virgin in this hole since I met you. Your two other guys never fucked you here?" He asks, continuing his intense thrusts, mercilessly. "Namjoon! Please!" Isn't a feeling of pleasure supposed to kick in around this time? Why is there only pain? "This hurts... a lot, Namjoon." "Shut the hell up and be still. Stop squirming." He pounds in deeper until he finds my spot but that only hurts worse. I groan and feel the beginning of hot tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Namjoon's hands find their way to my shoulders and around my neck. He moans in complete pleasure. "I'm close..." He moans again and then squeezes my throat tightly. "Namjoon..." Before he completely stops my breathing he pulls out of me and his warm liquid sprays across my back. He uses his hands to pump up and down along his length to finish himself off and then falls next to me onto the sheets. I can't help but collapse on the bed but everything below my waist is on fire. I feel like I'm gonna die. ***** Never Judge A Book By It's Cover. ***** It's the middle of the night when I hear my dad's car pull up in the driveway. Shit. My clock reads 2:30 a.m. Right on schedule. "Nam." I tap his bare chest, trying in vain to wake him up. "Wake up." "Wha...?" He squints his eyes in the dimly lit room. Only my lamp illuminates his sleepy face. "What time is it?" "Time for you to go. My dad is home." "So...? Just lock your door." He says going back to sleep. "I can't. He comes up every night after his late shifts to check on me." "Saeyoung, just lock your door." "Namjoon, just get the hell up and run." He obliges and begins to slowly put his clothes on. God, he's really dragging his feet. "You know my father is a police officer right? He has a gun on him right now." His eyes open wider and within seconds he's fully dressed. "Window?" "What? No! What are you fucking SpiderMan? Just use the back door." "I already did." He chuckles. "Grow up." I say in disgust. "Alright, ah... I'm sorry that this punishment was so... extreme. I'm thinking back on it, it was boarder line... rape? Did it feel like rape to you? I mean you weren't into it while I was..." "No! Don't go around thinking you raped me. It's fine. I feel better now. Better as in, I can walk. Not properly but it's probably not even noticeable." "I won't do that again." He places his hands on my waist. "I'm sorry." "Hey, it's fine. I consented. We're fine now. Everything's fine now. I kind of enjoyed it too." I start whispering towards the end, because it's a total lie. This is the only nice moment he and I have ever shared. The only time he's ever apologized to me. And I have to cut it short just so father buzzkill can say goodnight. I kiss his cheek and then push him through the hallway and to the staircase. "See you tomorrow, daddy." He half-smiles and then he's gone. In the knick of time, I grab my robe and wrap it around myself just as soon as my dad walks in. "Hi, daddy!" I smile at my father whom suspects nothing at all.   *****   When it comes to school, it may look like I only talk to a few guys. That use me for sex. That's not true though. No, I have friends. Well... a friend. Other than Jin there's only one person that I fully get along with. She's not a friend like Hyeon. Here she comes. "Hey, Saeyoung-ssi." Audrey Lee. Gorgeous. Like, extremely gorgeous. She's sweet too. Smart, I mean smarter than me and when it comes to that, who isn't? And the cherry on top of it all? She doesn't know about my "extra-curricular activities." "Hey," I rest my elbows on the stone table I'm resting at before the first bell rings. "Saw you earlier," She begins and interrupts herself to flip her hair dramatically. "You were limping. What happened?" I can't tell her what really happened to me. Namjoon happened and if anyone found out, he'd do it again. "N-nothing," The slight quiver in my voice definitely gives me up. She's always been a perceptive girl, so I'm not surprised when she smacks her lips and rolls her eyes. "Alright," I don't know why I'm so hesitant. Just calm down. If you can't tell, my only fear; my biggest fear is anyone finding out about my little deals. All of my dirty dealings getting out in the open and the halls of this schools. I'd die if it got out. And Hyeon. Hyeon would have a fucking field day! All I need is a good excuse. A damn good excuse. She's my best friend, so for all I care, I could tell her that I fell in a fucking lake. "I fell in a lake." Kill. Me. "A lake?" Maybe I was a bit too free with that answer? She contemplates it for a few solid seconds. "Alright," The first bell rings and she shakes her head, causing her blonde locks to fall into her eyes. This only adds to her beauty. "Well, when you want to tell me the truth, text me." Damn it. Audrey walks away, not angry but annoyed. If there's one thing that I'm not doing, even if my life depends on it, it's telling Audrey about my hobbies. Namjoon would kill me, Taehyung would deny it, and Jimin would never talk to me again then move on to some other slut. And I'd just... hate myself. More than I already do now. ***** But Is He Qualified? ***** By the time I reach second to last period, my day had already been damned to be bad.   My class teacher has been fired. Jin and I have music together. He's a born singer and I'm... just supportive. I support his dream of singing one day, although I think it's very unrealistic. A temporary teacher is coming in to take over, thankfully only for a while though. I'm not very keen on new people. Especially when they're in charge of my grades. "Let's just pray that they get this guy out of here ASAP," Jin whines. "And get us a real teacher. Someone that can give me my vocal lessons." Jin and I wait in the auditorium, with all of the other "nerds" that signed up for choir. He sits on the ground while I'm propped up on the stage. Jin is sitting between my legs like a little kid and I'm playing with his soft brown hair. Like a little kid. "How do you know that he can't? I mean, if he's qualified enough to be a substitute then he could be pretty decent." "Doubt it. They most likely got some random, hideous, stranger in here to give us busy work and fill the position until the district finds someone with actual talent." "Do you know anything about him?" Jin chuckles. "I know he's not very punctual. How long have we been waiting now?" Before I can give a snarky answer what looks like a teacher walks in. He has a pouty look and deep black hair. He carries a duffle bag and is dressed very nicely, almost formal. Damn, I hope he's not the teacher because it would sure suck if he got arrested after I fuck him. "Hello," He walks down the stairs gracefully and ends up on the stage. I subconsciously move, almost running Jin over to get farther away from the stage and into the front row. "I'm your substitute professor." "Hello," The few of us echo back to him in response. "My name is Mr. Min Yoongi. Do not refer to me by any other name." ***** The Type Of Girl That Gets What She Wants. ***** "No, Sae!" Jin whisper-shouts next to me, noticing how my gaze has shifted from him and focused on Min Yoongi in an adoring way. "Oh my god..." I moan, looking at the living sex god in front of me as he explains personal things about himself so that the class can get to know him better. Fun facts: Min Yoongi is a singer. Not too famous, but he raps a lot. He's aspiring for a rapping career. He speaks two languages, English and Korean. He's a Snapchat addict, but only as long as he's got makeup on. He's bisexual, but only happy in a committed relationship. Also, he's hoping to earn a full time job here, while he works on his singing career. "Oh yes, and I'm also happily married." He adds. It's okay. That doesn't have to stop me. I'm a professional slut, I know what I'm doing. "And my wife is pregnant..." Still okay, It doesn't really change much. I can work around anything. "With our third child." God damn!   *****   As class wraps up, Jin is still unsatisfied with our (hopefully) permanent teacher. Says he just not as good as our last one. "Calm your shit, Jin." I pat his head. "It's only his first day." The bell rings, signaling for our next class. I'm not that excited for it, considering who's most likely already there angry with me. My last class, thank the heavens, free period. Every student at this academy has a free period. Mandatory studying, no talking, and fully supervised. Unless it's your last period... Then you're lucky. Eighth period study halls are fully unsupervised. And the security cameras are on timers. They stay shut down for twenty out of the thirty minutes we're stuck in there. My study hall group is cool about this too. I'm walking towards it when we all arrive there in unison. Hyeon, wearing her gym uniform just to make an impression. Slut. Our gym uniforms are shorts (almost panties) and a sports bra. Jimin, a regular hook up of mine. He's the sweetest and you'll never meet anyone sweeter than him. He's also not that bad in bed. Namjoon is here. Looking kind of pissed, nothing new there. He is the school's bad boy after all. Jeon Jungkook. He's a freshmen and he tries to stay under the radar as far as I can tell. I'm not sure why, he's cute. Sexy in fact. I should probably move in before Hyeon the Slut sinks her claws into him. It doesn't even have to be for sex. Just a friendship, to warn him that if Hyeon talks to him to quickly douse her in holy water. And lastly, Alex Lee. Recognize the last name? It's because he's Audrey's twin brother. As soon as I met him, I ruled him off of my list. Completely off limits to me. Don't get me wrong. He's a 10/10 kind of guy, but I don't want to lose Audrey as a friend. I may be willing to do anything with anyone, but I'm not willing to jeopardize my friendship for a fling. I do have some morals, you know? We all walk in ready to have some fun for the first time that day. Jimin wraps his arm around my waist to make me smile. Before we even say anything a loud bang echos throughout the entire hall. "Welcome, students." Min Yoongi stands at the foot of the long 20-seater table. He's dropped a stack of text books to startle us. It worked. He's still wearing a set of black-rimmed glasses and now he has an long metallic ruler. I'm currently imagining him smacking me with it in a scolding manner. "You're being a bad student. Maybe you should be punished Ms. Park." Snap out of it! These fantasies are out of control. "Since I'm proving to the school board that I may be an adequate full-time instructor, I've taken on more responsibilities. I'll be your supervisor for study hall." I know we're all in shock. I'm not the only one that needs study hall at the end of a rough day. "From now on," Our last hour of freedom has been wretched away by the world's sexiest music teacher. He takes his ruler and smacks Jimin's wrist away from my waist. "No contact between the opposite sex." Yoongi recites one of the academy commandments. The sound of something hard against skin scares the shit out of me and causes me to jump. "Now," He gestures towards the long table. "Let's get to work!" ***** Min Yoongi, As He Slowly Kills Me. ***** This has to be the longest hour I've ever spent in my entire life. Each class lasts for at least an hour. We have eight classes a day and I look forward to my eighth every single day. It's where I have the most fun. Not that kind of fun! Just hanging out with people that I can consider friends. Although there are two or three who never talk to us. They actually study, and sometimes just watch us. Jeon Jungkook is one of Alex's friends. Of course, I don't really know him that well. As I've said, I try to stay away from that group for the sake of my friendships. The lowly atmosphere surrounding us makes me wish Jin were here, and not Mr. Yoongi. If that doesn't sound like me getting over my crush on a teacher, then I don't know what does. "There's half an hour left, students." He informs us, and from his strict voice I can tell that's code for 'study harder.' No thanks, Mr. Min, I study on my on time. He stares at us all with a cold glare, causing us to push our heads further into the textbooks before us. The small bells rings throughout the room and even over it, you can hat the sighs of relief. As soon as we all get up and sling our bags over our shoulders, "Hold on, class." He wraps the long table with her ruler. "Here's your homework for the night. Turn it in tomorrow." Mr. Yoongi passes around a thick packet full of math. Math. Hell no. "This class doesn't require homework." I look at him, with a questioning look. "It does now, Miss Park." He knows my name. I can feel my face heating up. Calm down. It's no big deal. Lots of people know me. My name is on the attendance sheet. Of course, he knew it. He begins packing the rest of his teaching supplies into his duffle bag, since he is teaching two different rooms now. I watch him as he puts every single thing in and takes note of the assignments he gave us. "Mr. Min," "Oh! Miss Park. You're still here?" As if you didn't notice me standing here with my mouth gaping wide open. "Listen if you have to complain, futilely, to someone then may I kindly as that you take this up with someone who has power over it?" He slings the bag over his shoulder and is ready to finally leave. "What? No. This is my favorite class and now you're just going to bathe in  and ruin it?" "I'm not barging in," He walks up to me, where I stand is right next to the table. So far from the exit. I don't object his approach to me, of course. "I took a job, decided that I wanted it as permanent." Min Yoongi inhales. "Then found out that this class wasn't being supervised properly. I did some research on... the students and found out things I didn't like. Now I'm here to keep things under control." "What do you mean you did some research on us? What kind of things did you find out about us?" He exhales and looks hesitant but Yoongi doesn't show fear from what I can tell. He's immensely brave about everything. "I asked around. Kim Namjoon, is bad news. Especially when it comes to beautiful girls in his grade. You seem to have something... something, maybe a history, with him. I don't know. I don't want to make assumptions. And Hyeon Ja. Where would I start with her?" "Don't." I roll my eyes. "The only ones in here that even come close to 'innocent' are Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin." Jimin is anything but innocent. "And I have no valid opinion in Alex Lee." Neither do I... The more I consider him, the more he proves that we think very alike. "I'm just saying that you, as a class, should care more about your education than... sex." "Where is this coming from?" I shake my hands at him, confused. "I just want you to stop giving us extra work." "It's not extra work! It's the work you should've been getting to begin with!" "The school board wasn't assigning it to us because this is a study hall!" "So if you took study hall why are you complaining about study material?" "Because I don't need it! I have enough to worry about!" "It's not going to take that long," He grabs my wrist and takes the packet. "To read this little book! You're just being lazy." He shouts louder. He may be shouting at me right now but all I can think about is what it would be like... "Saeyoung, I've pulled up your grades before." He stops squeezing my wrists, but he doesn't let go. His hands are so warm. And soft... "You're an outstanding student. Why are you so against this extra help?" He says this more calmly, considering the fact that we just had a screaming match. "Because, it's taking up most of my time. I don't have time for this." I gesture at the unwanted material. "In the time that you've spent arguing with me, you could've had this whole thing done. You really don't have ten minutes to dedicate to your education?" Another quizzical look, just more smug now. I have to just stand there for a minute. The final bell rings, reminding me that I should be off campus by now. "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Park." His hand lingers on my arm before it releases my wrist, as if he was teasing me. Was he teasing me? ***** Don't Worry, My Dad Won't Be Home For Hours. ***** On my work desk sits all of the work that I have to deal with. I should be finished with this school work... by the time of thirty. I finally realized that I was over reacting over the eighth period material, but you can't say I didn't get anything out of it. I got closer to Min Yoongi. Way closer. It may have been a fight, but I still consider it a strong connection. Another step in my seducing him. "Well, I might as well." I lowly mumble to myself. I sit in the revolving chair and grab a pen. I can't just skip the work. Just as soon as the pen comes in contact with the paper I hear an interrupting sound. Pang. Right on the thick glass of my window. What the hell? I simply ignore it, probably just the wind. I go back to studying the material. Oh great, math. Another pang. Right against my window two more follow it. That tears it. I stalk over to my window ready to scream only to find an adorable boy staring back at me with a grin in his face. "What are you doing here?" I ask opening the window and starring back at him. "I wanted to hang out with you." He smiles brighter, noticing how dark it's getting. He fumbles around in his coat pocket and pulls out a long string of... wrapped condoms. "Came prepared," "Jimin, you have to call first. My dad could've been home." He still shivers. "But he's not right?" Jimin panics slightly. "No..." "Good then let me in, its freezing out here." He whines.   "I'll be there in a minute,"       I swear I'll never get used to new things. New things like my father taking newer shifts. Shifts that took up most of his time. Shifts that kept him from being at home. Shifts that gave me more freedom. I'll also never get used to Park Jimin and the fact that he underwent puberty earlier this year. His development changed him, if you know what I mean. And his kisses. The way he kisses you... it makes you feel incredible. Like, he never kisses anyone this way. I feel the ecstasy creeping up my spine as he takes me higher. Yes, Jimin. His soft lips meld perfectly with mine, and I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather be doing this with. I can think of any better way to be spending this night. His rough hands pull me up onto his lap as he seats himself on the chair at my desk. "Do you want me to-" "No," He uses his freehand to swipe my studying desk clean. Now it's free of everything. I can feel the excitement in my bones. Yet, I feel like there was something that I should've been doing instead of this. Like there was something more.. important.   But nothing comes to mind, except for the fact that I'm ready for Jimin to finish undressing us. ***** You'll Ruin Him. ***** If you asked me who was the best I've ever had, sexually, I wouldn't say Jimin. Or Taehyung. Not even Namjoon. Although he's comes at a close second. My best will be Mr. Min Yoongi. How rude is it for me to think about someone during the round two of sex I'm having with Jimin? "Hmpf." He bites his lip to keep the groans silent. I look over at my bedside clock. 9:02. I still have a little less than an hour left before my father gets home. Jimin thrusts into me again. Maybe I'm getting over it. Or not, the first round an hour ago was... bliss. Maybe he lost his inspiration for me. He's not even looking at me right now. His head currently rest in the crook of my neck. That's it. I wrap my arms around Jimin's warm neck, and use my waist to flip over so that I'm on top. If I need this to be what I want, I'll have to take control over it myself. "Too slow?" He asks me, wondering if he did anything wrong. "No, no I'm just... ready to be on top." I chuckle and provide him with a smile. Then I bob my hips up and down, starting off slowly and then speeding up with friction. "Oh~" Jimin squeezes his bright brown eyes shut. I go faster until the bed is creaking from all of the weight and movements, and the sweat drips across my neck. "Fuck, Sae-" I begin to feel some pleasure as well, but it's short-lived as soon as I hear the slam of a car door outside. Shit! He's home early. What the actual fuck? I quickly slide off of Jimin's throbbing member and gather his stranded articles of clothing in a futile attempt to save my ass from the wrath of him. "What's wrong, Jagi? I haven't finished yet." He sits up in a confused state. I notice. His left hand wandering towards his penis- "No! Jimin my dad is home early!" His bright eyes double in size. "Fuck!" His hands take the clothes out of my arms and gets dressed hastily. We had, like, an hour left. Why is here now? And this early? "Sae," He begins to buckle his belt. "I though we had time, like an hour:" I peak out of the window again. No dad in sight. That's when the front door slams shut and I hear footsteps. I know what's next. "Backdoor?" Jimin asks, now fully dressed. "No time," My dad knocks on my bedroom door. "Sweetie, I'm home." I have to think fast. As I last resort and an act of panic, I shove Jimin into my closet and swing the door shut. Of course, he looks confused the whole time. A few missed knocks on my bedroom door are easy ways to end up with an angry dad bursting in. That's exactly what is happening now, because I'm so careless. At least I hadn't locked it (again carelessly) because I guarantee the consequences would be a thousand times more restricting. He normally gives me some space. But when my dad is suspicious, he can go full helicopter on me. "What's going on in here, Saeyoung?" "Nothing, dad." I've put on my house robe to cover my current state of nakedness. "You look... disheveled. And I head a lot of loud shuffling on my way upstairs." Disheveled? The braid I tied into my hair is loosely hanging across my right shoulder and there are strands coming out of it. Looks exactly like someone's hair would look if they were being fucked five minutes ago. Gee, thanks Jimin for your hair-pulling kink. "I just took a nap," He furrows his bushy dad eyebrows at the comforter that looks like it has been carelessly thrown across the floor in a heated frenzy. "Rough nap? Did you have a bad dream?" "Uh, yeah. Something like that. Dad I'm kind of tired, so I'm going to sleep." I rush to hug him, so that I can't sneak Jimin out of here. "Oh, alright goodnight-" "Goodnight, daddy!" I close the door and wait until I hear his footsteps walking down the stairs and his bedroom door closing shut. That's when I lock the door. "Jimin," I whisper. "You can come out now." This dumb ass doesn't hear me. "Jimin!" I open the closet door to see him lying on the floor of the open space wardrobe, soundly asleep. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." I flick his head a numbers of times. "Park J-" He unconsciously grabs my arm and pulls me down with him in some sort of awkward cuddle. "No, Jimin wake up and get the hell out of here!" I start slapping him in the face and finally he wakes up with a snore. "What the hell?" His squinty eyes roam around the dimly lit room. "How did you fall asleep so fast? You were in here for eight minutes." "Really?" His sleepy voice his adorable, and I have to stop myself from- "Jimin, get out." "Why can't I just stay over and..." He drifts into a daze of sleep. "No, no, no. You can't go back to sleep." "Why?" He whines like the little bitch he is. "Because my father will skin you alive." He lets out a deep, aggravated, breath before releasing my arm. Jimin, fully clothed, goes towards my door. "Hold on, I'll go with you. He could be in the kitchen."     I'll successfully sneak this guest out but maybe I should stop. All together. Jimin was innocent when I met him. He was a cute little virgin with fat cheeks that was obsessed with cake. Now look at him, half asleep, didn't even cum yet, wearing his shirt backwards while stumbling down the staircase of the "school slut." He's the male version of walk of shame. He stumbles and almost falls, causing a loud bump. "Jimin, be careful." As if he can hear me.   It's true what they say. A good girl is just a bad girl that hasn't been caught yet, and a bad girl that hasn't been caught yet will ruin a good boy. ***** Your Feelings Get In The Way. ***** "Sae!" I hear big footsteps sprinting across the white tiled floor, followed by the shout in the form of my name. I don't bother to turn around. You know, they say the if one engages in intercourse too often it'll begin to mean less to them. It won't feel like sex should. Like an art that you're creating with the love of your life. I knew this before I started... "Saeyoung!" Whoever is trying to get my attention is getting closer to me. I continue walking towards the door. It's raining. A deep downpour started about half an hour ago, but I don't care. I just need to alone right now. Earlier I got a text from my father, saying that he won't be home tonight. His boss is being a dick about him finishing up but that when he got back tomorrow, he wanted to spend some time with me. When I really think about it, it's because of his lack of attention that I started acting like this. After my mother died... "Saeyoung." I feel someone's large hand grab my shoulders and turn me around. "What the fuck did you just do?" Taehyung asks bewildered. "I heard it all from the classroom across the hall. Oh my god, Sae." I just look down. "Are you out of your mind?" He shakes my shoulders before softening and pulling me into a hug. "I'm..." Tae pulls me away to look at my face again. "Where are you going? The principal is storming the campus looking for you." "That's why I'm leaving." "That'll just make things worse. I still can't believe you did that. It was so loud." "I don't care. He was begging for it." "But he's a teacher! He'll be lucky if doesn't get in trouble too. Did it hurt?" "He didn't touch me. I just touched him." Taehyung hugs me again, tighter. I didn't know he was so affectionate towards me. We've only been physically involved with each other. "So you're just going to go home? I'm not letting you walk in the pouring rain like this." The vacant hall seems to be getting darker with the grey sky. "You can't stop me." I whisper, while breathing in his cologne. "I can drive you though." "That won't be necessary, Kim Taehyung." I recognize the voice immediately. "I'll drive her, and watch after her." Namjoon grabs my wrist and instantly pulls me way from Tae. I don't object. Namjoon will be more silent about what just happened. He won't care. In fact, he'll probably applaud me. Taehyung doesn't argue, knowing fully well who Namjoon is. "Call me tonight, okay?" He adds last minute. I nod my head before Namjoon's grip on my arm pulls me down the hall. I brace myself for the chilled weather, but Namjoon wavers. He takes his coat off and places it on my head, and I swear I'm in shock. He doesn't notice or say anything, just wraps his arm around my waist and pushes me forward. I don't hate this. It's almost like he cares. He even opens the car door for me before running around to his side and turning the key in the ignition. "We have to talk about it." He demands after slowly driving away from the school. When I don't respond, Namjoon pulls the car onto a different route, one that's more secluded and turns the engine off. The only sounds I can hear are the sounds of the pounding rain and his ragged breathing, plus the rapid pounding of my heart. "I know you were pissed but," He looks at me with his deep brown eyes, full of seriousness. "I know that I should expect... people to call me a slut. I haven't exactly painted a clean picture of myself. But when he said that... in front of everyone, when those words came out of his mouth-" "I wanted to beat the fuck out of him. Mr. Min didn't have the right to talk to you like that, and you were fully justified to yell everything at him. I'm glad you did." Namjoon's hand comes to rest against my check, catching a stray tear that I didn't know was coming. "Thank you." "Thank you who?" I smile again, he doesn't. Which reminds me that this isn't real. He just wants to keep his regular hookup in a good mood. "Thank you, daddy." With that Namjoon finally starts the car again, setting us on the road for my house. "I just need to take a really long nap," I say, breaking the silence and stretching out the word really. He motions towards our surroundings, meaning the rain. "Perfect weather for that, babe." I blush at his words. "I've just got a lot of anger inside of me right now-" "That's not the only thing you should have inside of you right now, princess." He cuts me off and slightly winks. Finally, finally, we arrive at my house. Before I can open the door and sprint to my door, Namjoon adjusts his coat onto my head without words. I can feel his warm hands brush past my earlobes softly as he leans in carefully. I slowly shut my eyes as he, without realizing it, caresses my hair and fans his warm breath on my cheeks. Still adjusting the coat. Before I know it, his presence is gone. His retreating figure is running up to my front door.   And I don't waste any time going after him.         "I really can't stay for long, but I don't want you to be alone here for too long. Especially in his state." He motions to me. I guess I look pretty bad. "I can text a friend. But the school is going to call my dad soon to tell him about... what just happened." I grab his arms and put his coat back on him and walk him back to the door. "Knowing him he'll be all pissed. So you should probably head out." He doesn't look like he fully agrees with leaving me. This is the first time Namjoon has ever seemed genuinely concerned about my well being. He looks me in the eyes with nothing but seriousness. "Which friend?" I know what he's getting at. "I don't think you should be fucking anyone right now." "No, I'll call Jin. He's just a friend. Plus, if my dad does get home early all pissed off, he won't assume Jin and I were doing anything. He's met him before, and he trusts Jin." He doesn't argue against me. "Fine," He grabs my waist and pulls me to him. I feel him fully wrap his arms around my waist before mine go around his neck, as he engages me in a kiss. Namjoon's warm tongue wraps around mine like a serpent. I can feel myself being pressed against the wall. Honestly I just want to stay here, in this position. I don't want him to let go, but eventually he has to. "Text Jin." Is the last thing he says to me before he opens the fog glass window door, inviting stray raindrops onto the mat in front of my door and runs out. Before I pull out my phone, I see his car headed back in the direction of the school. Just thoughts of the school put me in a sour mood. Hey Jin~I'm at home alone. Can you come over? As soon as I put my phone down onto the table, I get his instant reply. Be there in a sec. Now normally when Jin comes over, we watch movies until the sun comes up but I'm just in such a sad mood... we might not. But I know if we don't do something he wants, something fun, then he'll end up asking me what's wrong. Then I'll end up having to tell him about... the incident. I can't deal with that right now. I don't want to talk about it, especially not with Jin. He's not that type of friend, Audrey is. Just before I start changing out of my uniform and into something more comfortable, I hear a knock at the door. With the bad weather in mind, I don't waste any time letting him in. "Saeyoung..." He removes his coat so that he can embrace me. Straight upstairs to my room, without even thinking about it. He leaves his shoes at the door without wasting a minute following me. "Close the curtains so your neighbors don't..." I was way ahead of him. I stand in my closet, looking for the comfortable clothes. I really just want to rest and be with my friend for awhile. He's silent has he walks up behind me, his long arms snaking around my waist pulling me into a hug. I feel Jin growing closer to me, pulling me as close as possible to him. His broad chest is pressed hard against my back. I feel the warmth through my school shirt. "I yelled at Min Yoongi. I called him names. He called me a whore in front our entire class. He..." I breath this out, not wanting to dwell in it anymore. He releases me, and walks to the window to look at the rain pouring down onto the streets below us. As comfortable as I am with Jin, I begin to remove me clothes, his back is still turned to me. We're close enough to undress in front of each other like this. "Still coming down hard," He whispers, mostly to himself, before turning back to me. Only to find me fully naked, looking for my biggest knit sweater. Once I find what I'm looking for, I turn around to find him completely frozen and stunned silent. "It's okay Jin, we're best friends. We're close enough for this, right?" He doesn't answer, just sits on my bed cocking his legs up. I cover my entire torso with the large white and maroon sweater and put on black underwear that doesn't even match. Jin isn't looking at me, instead he stares uncomfortably at the white ceiling. Maybe Jin is... too innocent or immature for him to see that much of me. We've seen each other naked before, most best friends have. "Is that a birth mark?" I see him sit up in my peripheral view. As soon as the question is asked the crack of thunder and lightning cross our hearing. He jumps but the question remains. "Where?" I use my hands to motion around my body He gets up and walks over to me, hands grabbing mine. In a small flash of movement, he pulls me roughly to him to his body and faces me in the direction of the mirror. Nothing about the movement, or the way he touched me, was gentle. I glance at his reflection to see him frustrated. "This." He roughly grabs a spot on my inner thigh. I immediately know why he's pissed. It's a bruise. Guess from who? "I told you to stop fooling around with that guy. He's bad for you. Seriously Saeyoung, you're smart enough to know when you're in an abusive relationship. Look at this," He spreads my legs slightly wider to get a better view of the Namjoon's marking, his way of reminding any guys that see this part of my body that I'm still his. Jin let's go of my leg and pushes away from me in clear anger. "You know what? I'm not mad. Maybe all you need is someone to make you forget about this guy. Someone better than him." I slump my shoulders and slink down on the bed behind me. Jin turns away from the mirror and faces me. "You need me." ***** I Can Show You What True Love Is ***** I'm frozen, but I can't say the same about Jin. "Maybe if I show you what love really is then you'll realize that you're worth so much more than Kim Namjoon." He says this as he leans over my shivering body. His hands come to rest on the bed on both sides of me. He kneels down before me and moves his face as close as possible to mine without making contact. "If at any point you don't want this, tell me. Tell me and I'll stop." Another loud, closer, crack of lightning booms across the sky just at the moment that Jin's sweet lips press full against mine. Our lips move in sync to the downpour of soft rain outside of my bedroom window. I gasp when I feel his hand begin to rub smooth circles on the spot where Namjoon marked me. "I'll replace his marks with mine." Jin whispers before softly pushing me down onto the bed and hovering over me. My hand comes to unbuckle his leather belt and I pull it off completely. "From this point on, I'm in control. Just relax." Jin doesn't look me in the eyes, when his index fingers go up my long sweater to ease my underwear off. His thumb traces circles on my clit, but I wince. His response is to jerk his hand away and look back at me. "So you're sensitive here? How many times have you, uh, done it?" I don't answer. "I'll be gentle." He smiles. Jin pulls my sweater off. He kicks off his shoes and then hovers over me again, while struggling out of his uniform pants. He, as well, struggles with his tie, while he straddles me. I know he told me to let him control, but I know Jin. He's like a little kid sometimes. I help him loosen it and then discard it onto the floor. He looks me in the eyes before pulling his shirt off. Leaving us both equally naked before each other. Jin takes his time to admire my body. Staring lovingly at me, as if he's been waiting forever to be in this position with me lying naked underneath him. He picks me up gently and romantically to place me more comfortably with my head on my pillow. He holds himself up and hovers over me. Just when I think he's about to go in, he does something that Namjoon hasn't done since we started our rendezvous. Jin leans in an softly kisses my neck. He doesn't push the sex thing as much as he pushes the making love thing. It's like he truly couldn't care less if we went all the way. Like he's content with just kissing me here, to the beat of the ongoing storm. His kisses wander across my chest and directly over my heart. I feel each kiss being laced with nothing but love and care. He's absolutely right. All I needed was for someone to show me what love feels like. The true difference between Namjoon and Jin, even Taehyung and Jimin, are the fact the Jin is the only one that has ever made love to me. Jin's hands move lower down my body. Just when I think he's about to slip his fingers inside of me, he doesn't. His hands carress Namjoon's rough marking, as if he's positive that it hurts me. As if he's just trying to make it feel better. And this is more pleasure coming from him that I've ever received from Namjoon. "J-Jin..." The small crack of a moan that escapes through my lips seems to motivate him to bring me more pleasure. His free hand runs across my cheek and down to my left breast. He accidentally rubs the spot to harshly but this wrong movement sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine and I wrap my arms around his neck. They wander down to his lower back, where they cut small curves in his flesh with my finger nails. "Ah..." It comes out softer than the last one. "J-Jin... come on..." He knows what I want. He shows me that by kissing me on the lips and shoving his tongue into my mouth. I do the same to him and explore his warm cavern of a mouth. He pulls away and moves his face towards my ear, bites my earlobe softly, and then whispers. "Are you ready?" This is Jin's first time. I think he wants to pretend that it's mine as well. The falter in his voice suggests that something deep inside of him knows that I'm not as pure as he is. That I've done it before, and not with him. Maybe he's treating this as not my first time having sex, but my first time being loved. I am a virgin to love. Rather than answering I wrap my arms around his neck and let my hands run through his dark black hair. This is answer enough for him. He gives the most tender spot on my neck more attention, sucking on it harshly. Then lowers his full length into me, as slowly as his patience will allow him. "Jin!" Jin pulls his arms away from my waist and uses them to hold himself up above me. "For someone who's done this a million times... you're so tight..." Jin cries out in pleasure, and aches his head upwards, squeezing his eyes shut. "Fuck, Sae." Jin pulls out completely before pushing back in, still gently. His lips return to mine to kiss me tenderly, as continues his sweet gentle thrusting into me.   Jin kept his word. I knew he would that's why I let him do this. He promised to teach me what it really feels like to be loved, and to be gentle. Yet, Namjoon still surfaces my mind once we're finished. I turn over from Jin to face the window and not him. I know what you're thinking.   Once a slut, always a slut. Right? ***** Tiny Little Fuckup, All You Cause Is Trouble. ***** ~ Earlier that day ~   I'd arrived in my math class, one in which I didn't have any friends in. Thank god, because it's the one class I need to concentrate in. My teacher was absent. No big deal, right? It wasn't a big deal until our sub arrived. "Most if you my already know me." I don't turn around, not recognizing the voice at first and not really caring. "I'm a permanent teacher in a few other classes. My name is Min Yoongi, but I should be addressed as Mr. Min." That's when I turned around, slightly freaked out. He's everywhere. The last time I was in a room with him... we had a very heated argument. So this is how it works? I spend my life praying for the perfect guy and God gives him to me in the form of a teacher. Someone who is completely untouchable to me. I can't have him. If I did get Yoongi, he'd get 10 to 20. "So what is this class working on?" "Polynomials," The class kiss up answers. "Thank you..." Mr. Yoongi opens his seating chart. "Miss Hyeon Ja." So proper. Did he really have to address her so personally? Well, the attention went to her head. Made it even bigger. Anyway... I was actually paying attention in this class. Math is my best subject, but Kim Taehyung didn't get the fucking memo. He began rapidly texting me, as if he were dying at that moment. My phone buzzes don't turn me on, so maybe I should answer him? I glance back at Min Yoongi, still writing away on the white board, completely oblivious and take the opportunity to whip my phone out and text Tae back. ***** Your Words Are Worth A Million. ***** "That's it. Give me your phone." Jin says, extending his hand in my direction. My father has been gone for two hours. As someone who is expecting to be grounded soon, I took my phone out and started browsing through social media. "It's all over Instagram. The school's page is trying to delete the comments but their coming like ever two seconds." "I said give it to me." Everyone at school is talking about the incident. There are quotes from Mr. Yoongi, but their just paragraphs of all of my text message. Messages from Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon. Oh my god! He's going to be so pissed. Namjoon is normally fine, as long as he's not brought into my shit. I can only imagine the anger on his face... Still reading these comments make me... feel like... "I wish I were dead right now." I say barely above a whisper. "They all hate me." I click on one video in particular. It just stands out. Upon the play button, it features Hyeon. She begins speaking in this thirty second video. I can tell that she's standing in our math class during the first line, but the background quickly transitions to what looks like my bedroom window. Saeyoung Park... is now known to everyone as the school slut. I can tell that she's standing in our math class during the first line, but the background quickly transitions to what looks like my house. How did she get into my front yard without me noticing? She's had sex with more men than a Vegas girl. She'll fuck anyone, for anything. The next thing shown is Namjoon leaving, and being replaced with Jin. As if, I have guys lined up for sex. Hide your boyfriends, ladies. There's a slut on the loose. The bitch winks and the video ends with a displaying credits ending and a list of all the guys in school. Some names have a red line scratched through them. Of course, there are more names crossed off than I've actually been with. Therefore, it's total bullshit. Jin hears the whole thing, and doesn't care anymore if he gets my phone from me willingly. He snatches it, stuffs it in his pocket. Tears start streaming down my face no matter how hard I tried to hold them in. "They're right." Jin grabs my arms and rubs them. He looks me in the eyes in a convincing manner. "No, there not. They're all wrong." "You've known me since we were kids!" I push away from him and standing up. "I've been fucking around with random guys since I was fifteen. That's what makes a person a slut!" "Saeyoung, stop!" The argument and tension both die when we hear my dad's car zoom in through the driveway. "Fuck," Luckily he decides to use the garage so I have a few minutes to fix myself so I don't look like I've been sobbing. "Saeyoung? Come in here." He closes the garage entrance and begins speaking to someone else. What the hell? "You can make yourself at home. I'll go see what's taking her." My dad enters the kitchen to see Jin and I standing closely. He smiles but with force. "Ahh, Jin you should probably get going now. Having a... another high school boy won't be helping Saeyoung's case of not being... sexually active. I mean don't get me wrong. I know you guys haven't or wouldn't do anything like that with each other. Like, I've known you forever and I trust you with her but..." He doesn't know how to word this properly. Jin cuts my dad off. "I understand, Mr. Park." Jin pulls me to hug him warmly one last time before, kissing me on the forehead and walking through the back door. "Let's go." "Who did you bring with you?" What if it's the principal? I can't deal with that kind of stress right now. I walk into my living room, now dimly lit by a single lamp that we never really turn on unless my father has someone at the house that he needs to impress. "He's here to apologize and have a chat with you. I'll be back in an hour." This the thing my dad says before exiting the living room and going out of the house. He doesn't even know, this isn't the solution.   He left me alone with Min Yoongi. ***** The Type Of Girl That Had It Coming. ***** "You have a beautiful home, Miss Park." Min Yoongi says leaving a small smirk. I just stand there. "You should sit. We have a lot to talk about." Even outside of school he's still just as uptight. I sit down in the seat across from him. The movement gives me a chance to take in my attire. God damn, I'm wearing denim shorts and a, see-through, top that's exposing my shoulders. I'm not helping my case of not being a slut. "So your father made a few good points in my office." "In your office?" "Oh yes, I've been asked to take the permanent position as acting professor for a few of your classes." I feel my heart sink. I wanted to be around him but not like this. He's here. He's in my house. But I don't want to do anything... wrong. Not after what Jin and I just did. If I wasn't a slut before... that would definitely make me one. "He said that he feels that neither of us were right in this situation. I shouldn't have taken your phone and... invaded your privacy like that." "Do you have any idea what people are saying about me online? Have you checked Twitter? What about the school's page? I'm trending. So is #slut." "I know. I saw it when your father confronted me at the school. I thought he was going to beat the shit out of me." "You don't have him to worry about!" I stand up and raise me voice. "Because I'm going to kick your ass for him." "Now let's be honest here." He stands up and leans he elbows on the table in front of us. "You don't really want to hurt me." His hand comes to grab my palm and I flinch at the sudden contact. His hands are softer than I thought they'd be. "I'm just here to apologize to you for being a... 'bastard'." He mocks the way I addressed him during the incident. "And then I can go back to work." Yoongi puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me flirtatiously in the eyes. He has a fuckboy expression on. "And then you can go back to class..." He says this but then smiles, exposing a hidden dimple. I'm soft. I let him force me to sit down on the sofa next to him and he seems to get more comfortable as he has put me in his trance. "You're right." I give in. "I shouldn't have been using my phone in class." Is this what it feels like to be manipulated? "So now that we've both made it clear that we're sorry, we should probably go back. To the school that is." "I don't want to go back there." He shrugs, having finally wrapped up his initial mission and the only reason he was here. "Okay, well I guess I'll head back." Yoongi gets up and looks back down at me. "Okay." He looks at me again, puzzled. "You don't want me to stay with you?" "Is that what you thought I wanted?" He shrugs again.   (A/N) I had to stop writing here because it was just so dry. Like, oh look! Dialogue! Oh look! More dialogue! Who tf cares?! So I'll just take a minute and start again. Just thought it was noteworthy. (A/N)     "What else do you want, Mr. Yoongi?" He rolls his eyes and looks away. "I thought this would be easier." In a swift movement, he crawls over me, forcing my body to lay down on the couch and straddles my waist. "Don't tell anyone." He whispers closer to my ear. This is the last thing I hear him say before I can't hear anymore. I can only feel. Feel his lips against the skin of my neck. I suck in a deep breathe and let out a startled cry. "M-Mr..." I fall silent when his lips find a spot that I like. He sucks on it violently, and doesn't stop coating my skin with his saliva and running his teeth alone the lines. He pulls away directly after my first moan,  and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. "What the hell was that..." I breathe, completely out of breath from the huffing I just did. "Isn't it what you wanted?" I sit up, still at a loss of breath, and scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. "I mean... I never initiated that. I've never had sex with a teacher before." He puts a finger under my chin. "But I know you've had sex with everyone else. What makes me so different?" "Y-you're not..." I push him away. "You're like thirty!" He chuckles at my outburst. "I'm twenty-six." "With a nine year age difference. I guess you would have to be my sugar daddy." "Saeyoung, when I first met you, I knew exactly how you were. At my previous job, I got caught up with a student. It almost ruined my life. My wife never found out but I'm sure that if she had, she would've never forgiven me." I'm stunned. He never came across as the type of teacher to be affiliated with one of his students. He always seemed too professional. He touches my thigh. "I have a weakness for young girls." His hand wanders closer to my... "Just tell me if you don't want something, and I won't do it." His voice suggests this in a questioning manner. He doesn't wait for my answer. Yoongi is already removing his clothes. I stay there frozen. Is this what I still want? I feel like I'd rather have what Jin has offered now. Just tell me if you don't want something, and I won't do it. Yoongi's words ring clearer in my head. I feel him sitting down on the sofa and positioning me in front of him, kneeling down. My vision blurs and I don't blink. It's not until he pushes his pants down around his ankles and reveals his massive length that I say something. But his shoving down my throats muffles it. He pulls my hair so hard my scalp burns. This is the opposite of love. I have a weakness for young girls. His hard-on muffles my words. I can't tell him to stop like I want to, my muffled words sound like strangled moans to him. His shut eyes don't notice the tears streaming down my face, as he forces me to deep throat him. "Right there, baby." He mumbles a string of curses and words encouraging me to go deeper. But I'm not. His large hands are forcing me down into his throbbing member, using my own tears as lubricant while leaving a foul taste mingling in my mouth. My tears fall onto him. He throws his head back in pleasure. I cry my eyes out in pain. But this is what I get... ... for being nothing but a slut.       Min Yoongi is just how I imagined he would be in bed. Dominant. ***** More Lies And More Lies, What A Surprise. ***** I'm still here. My current spot is on the floor of my living room. I've stopped crying. Yoongi is still oblivious. I know he doesn't know that I was afraid and against this impromptu blowjob. He climaxed twice, so it's safe to say he was far away on his own spectacular cloud nine. I'm confident that he would've continued mouth fucking me with his choking fetish if my dad's car didn't pull up outside before he had the chance. "Don't tell anyone about what we did, Saeyoung. Okay? Don't worry, we can do it more often. I'm teaching two of your classes permanently." I stay silent. I know for a fact that he didn't think he just assaulted me so I'm not going to hold it against him. I'm not going to tell anyone. I'm not going to think about it. Tomorrow I'll have to go to school, and resume who I am. I have to pretend that I'm unfazed by recent events. I'm the girl that the whole school is going to be watching. "And if you do really well... you might be able to raise your grades, babe." So I'm that type of slut now? The type to sleep for her grades. "You don't need to do that. I'm a straight A student." "Alright then I'll rephrase it. If you do well for me, then your grades won't drop." My dad finally enters after struggling with the lock. I'm still wondering how he didn't feel nervous about leaving me alone with Mr. Yoongi for such a long time. Did he not think that I would get assaulted like that? It was assault right? I know I didn't exactly say no, but I didn't say yes either. Was it molesting or rape? No, I was right the first time. I should just keep it to myself. The only way to go back to the way things were is to pretend Jin and I didn't do anything today. What? Everything started with him. I didn't heighten my standards until we did that. Now they're too high and I don't want to fuck anymore. If my standards weren't raised by my best friend, then I probably would've wanted what Min Yoongi did to me. If I just act like nothing happened then it's as if everything is normal again. "Hey dad." I say from my spot back on the couch. "Everything went well. We were just wrapping things up, Mr. Park." Before he closes the door I notice that the rain has stopped and it's now getting darker and humid outside. "Oh, it's almost night time. I guess I was here longer than I thought. Anyway, everyone here is forgiven." Yoongi sounds professional again. He looks back at me, one hand on the doorknob, and smirks. "She was amazing." Then he's gone. I'm left alone with my father he is ecstatic that this whole thing has blown over without anymore fireworks. I hear him ask me what I want for dinner but I'm not even listening anymore. "I'm heading to bed for the night. I'll see you in the morning dad." I'm even lying about sleeping now. Because there's no chance I'll be able to sleep now. Not after this day I just had. ***** Honesty Just Isn't My Thing. ***** "So what did you guys talk about for over an hour?" My fingers go up to tug at my skirt. I've been fidgeting with my uniform all morning. "Just... stuff. We talked about what happened." "He apologized, right?" Jin asks, getting up from the coffee table to place his dishes in the sink. "Yeah, of course. And I did too." "What did you have to apologize for? You didn't do anything wrong. You were, I mean are, the victim." I get up and turn the water on from the sink. When I begin washing the dishes from breakfast, Jin seems to forget about our conversation. He comes up behind me and hugs my waist. "Ignore me. That doesn't matter anymore. Yoongi doesn't matter, Namjoon doesn't matter, Taehyung doesn't matter, Jimin doesn't matter..." I feel like shit. Jin has been thinking that we're just a happy couple in love all weekend. I've never told him that I loved him, at least not as more than a friend. Now we're about to go to school and he's going to be hurt when I tell him that I'm going to start sleeping with my regulars again. "Jin..." He starts rocking me back and forth and swaying our bodies together. I hear him hum and feel him nuzzle into my neck, inhaling  my hair. He holds a finger up to my lips and shushes me. "Just enjoy this. No one else is here, hurting you or causing you stress. It's just the two of us. Doesn't this feel good? Just us, in love, being happy. I could spend the rest of my life just like this, with you." Now how can I break the heart of someone like this? I didn't know that Jin had affection for me. If I had them I wouldn't have slept with him. I thought he only wanted to do that with me because he was fed up with Namjoon marking me. The way he phrased it suggested that he wanted to have sex to take my mind off of things. It almost made sense then. "Alright, we should probably head to school. We're going to be late." Jin groans as if he doesn't want to let go of this moment. "You're right." He squeezes my hand tenderly and pulls me with him towards the door. How has he not noticed that there's something wrong with this picture? In the four days that he's been spending his nights here with me, cuddling at night. I've never once said 'I love you' back to him. T It's not that I don't flove Jin, I do. And the last thing I really want to do is hurt him. I just don't know if I can return such strong feelings and even if I tried it would be a waste of time. His time. The whole ride to school is awkward for me. He squeezes my hand and plays with my pink fingernails during the stop lights. It's when we're finally at school that I give him a vague excuse to leave. If people saw us together acting in love it would be a problem. Namjoon would no doubt have an issue with it it. He just doesn't the seem like the type to carry on with a girl who's in a relationship. Jin accepts the excuse, says he gets it. When all I really said was I'm late on a project. It's times like this in which I'm glad we don't have many classes together. That's why I chose these guys. None of them have classes with each other but I have classes with them. Which means none of them would know the others personally. This resolves the issue of any conflicts. You can call me a slut if you want, but you can't call me stupid. I went straight to the gymnasium after prying Jin's hand off of mine. This is where Audrey practices with the cheer team. All I really need is to talk to her, but there's the issue of her not knowing about my extra curriculars. I could never tell her about my sexcapades. I can't tell anyone that I care about. "Sae?" I look behind me to find Audrey in her cheer uniform with a group of other girls dressed similarly. They're hair is tied into sweaty ponytails, signaling that they were hard at work in there. "Hey, Audrey." "I feel like I haven't seen you in, like, twenty years." This is what I needed. I just needed to speak to someone... well someone that doesn't have a penis to force down my throat. "Why do you sound so sick?" Audrey asks me, dramatically. No lies this time. I guess that would mean I'm telling her about my hangouts. Just say it. I was forced to deep throat our teacher. "I had a popsicle last night. It was just really cold going down my throat." Another lie, but at this point it comes naturally. "Ahhh! That makes sense." She completely believes me. "So we should hang out later. Like after school? I know! Let's see a movie! There's a few that I've had my eyes on..." Audrey trails off on her mindless rant about which movies she is interested in as if nothing is wrong. I guess because for her, nothing is wrong. Maybe that's all I needed. I just needed to talk to a girl friend and hang out with her. Maybe just stay away from guys for awhile. Namjoon won't like it, but I'm doing this for myself. I can vow off of them for a few weeks. Can't be that hard. Jimin is distancing himself from me anyway, Taehyung will find someone else, Namjoon might need one or two more hookups before he's ready to let go, and Yoongi... I just won't do anything with him. Maybe this is the opportunity Jin and I needed. I can be with him and him only. No. I don't need anyone. "Let's do it. Let's hang out tonight." I say relieved that I'm finally getting over these tendencies. "It's a date." Audrey looks up and smiles at me brightly. I missed her smile. "Lee! Let's get back at it!" The cheer captain summons Audrey back for her last half an hour of practice. She gives her puppy smile to us. "I'll see you after school?" "Definitely." And with that we separate with good thoughts. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Text. I only get vibrated texts from the guys that I've had sex with, but I remember that Jin has recently been added to that list. Where are you? - Jin He's getting clingy. Well clingier. When I don't reply right away, I receive another text. Is your phone off? - Jin God damn. I've just got to try and avoid him. I mean, of course, I don't want to lead him on but I don't want to hurt him either. That would be unforgivable.         This day, in one word, would be described as excruciating. It seems to drag on like a child's Christmas list. For miles into years. Audrey takes it upon herself to text me regularly until we have classes together. She's sends me sweet nothings like hang in there and don't forget to smile : ) and I can't help but smile at her sweet obliviousness. Everyone thinks they know me now. Like I was a little dream, turned nightmare. None of my sex pals are mad at me. They still want this. But I'm a mad at myself.   People give me looks. I give them the finger. ***** The One Not Willing Can Be Easily Replaced. ***** "I'm sorry." He hugs me and let's go of my hands. Jimin was just holding both of my hands and looking at me adoringly like the angel he is. Now he's gone. How can a boy look so perfect even while he's breaking up with me? Even while he's telling me that I'm just ruining his image. That he shouldn't be associated with someone who has so much drama.   I'm not hurt. I'm fine.       Finally, finally school is over. But it's only Monday. And we have another month left before summer. I can't fucking wait. The day was gruesome but I think I did well- "Sayoung-ssi!" I hear a deep voice behind me. "Tae," He puts his hands on my shoulders. "I haven't seen you in three days." He pulls me in and kisses me hard and roughly. I have no choice but to put arms around his neck and kiss him back. Just before I feel like moaning loudly at the feeling of his warm tongue, I push him off. I'm thankful that everyone rushed out of this hallway half an hour ago. The last thing I want people to see is me with another guy. "I've been kind of out of it lately." "Yeah, I get that. But hey, just don't cut me off like that. Even if it's for that sketchy guy." "Who?" He breathes in and looks away. We're at a safe distance away from each other. "Namjoon." He seems to be popping up more and more in my conversations. My hookups don't seem to like him... "I'm going to talk to him. He just wasn't in class today so..." "Alright well maybe he's sick. I don't care, because you're coming with me and this time I won't let you leave." He grabs my hands and pulls me outside towards the student parking. I don't have time to tell him that I already had plans this afternoon. Already panicking, I let my hood up on my jacket and tuck my hair into it so no one in the parking lot knows it's me with him. He doesn't open my door for me like he typically does which is fine, seeing as we both are rushing to be unnoticed by everyone. It works, because before I can text Audrey we're out of the parking lot and set for the direction of his house. "You know, I had real plans tonight right?" I ask Taehyung, but he's set dead ahead for the house. This makes me remember that he's probably been without me for a few weeks now. Almost making me feel bad, but not really. "Oh yeah? Like what? Let me guess, you're hooking up with some newer guy now. You don't even need to tell me who it is-" "Good, because I'm not." "Oh my god! I was right? I was just guessing. Who is it?" "Tae!" I gasp. Normally, if I can keep him in the dark about my affairs, then I will. I don't need him poking his fucking nose in my business. I resolve myself and tuck the immediate surprise away, replace it with a nonchalant and uncaring face. "It's none of your business. You remember my rules, right? You don't have the right to ask me that." I bite my lip. "But I will tell you that Jimin broke things off with me today, so he'll probably sleep with someone else through high school." I say, trying to seem unfazed by it. "Well," I'm not sure if he'll be glad that it happened or comforting about this. It's basically the same thing as rejection. Everyone knows I don't handle rejection well. "Whoever the bitch is," Taehyung smiles fondly. "Trust me, she won't be better in bed than you are." His left hand relaxes at the steering wheel, while is right keeps on my thigh. I take him seriously, and act like nothing is wrong. Like I'm not fucking depressed. ***** Party Animal (Try Hard) ***** Taehyung is taken care of.   No, I didn't kill him. He lies down next to me and huffs out of breath. "That was... fucking awesome." The duvet is messily sprawled everywhere on our bare skin. I nod in agreement. "What time are your parents getting home?" "Not." "What?" I turn over on my side to look him in the deep brown eyes. We're both still naked and his hands run across my sides, grazing the side of my breasts. "It's their anniversary, so my dad took her out to some place in a few districts over. For a getaway or some shit." The wheels in my head start turning. A plan forms. All I have to do is send a few texts... "Let's have a party." I say excitedly, no longer tired from the ruthless sex. "We can't have a party at my house!" Taehyung huffs louder. "Why not?" "Because... because It's my house!" Now I'm disregarding every word coming out of his mouth. I grab my shirt and skirt and begin redressing myself. I take my phone out and begin rapidly texting everyone. And by everyone... I mean everyone.     To Dad : I'm spending the night at Audrey's house.   To SugarLips : Better idea than the movie, babes. Let's throw a party. Tae- Tae's parents are OOT. Come over ASAP!   To Jin-Jin : Let's hang out at Taehyung's party tonight?   To Nam-Daddy : There's a party at Kim Taehyung's place tonight. You can show up or not.   To Hyeon ***** Party Animal (First Class) ***** Chapter Notes Before you read : This chapter contains a theme that isn't only suggestive but on the lines of sexual assault. If you or someone you know has been assaulted sexually, reading this could possibly trigger you. If you can't deal with that.... dashi run run run. See the end of the chapter for more notes So it's ten thirty. Doesn't even matter what time I told people to show up, because I barely had time to finish getting dressed before people were practically bursting though the windows. Taehyung's house just fucking blew up. I'm serious. It's packed to the walls with our classmates. It's like no one had anything better to do on a regular fucking Monday. I mean, what the hell? Who party's out on a Monday? Music is fucking everywhere, like I'm sure just like I can hear it here in the kitchen, they can here it in space. "I've never tapped a keg before!" I shout at Namjoon, who has simply succeeded in getting us the alcohol. "Step aside, I've got this." I feel a set of hands in my waist and see Jimin's figure coming to help out. He taps the keg like its an ass. Like a king. "Thanks, dude." Namjoon's large hand claps down on Jimin's back and sends him away. "Drinks' ready!" He shouts, causing a loud eruption on the crowd. Everyone cheers. Yay for minors getting drunk. Teens can be so empty-headed. Like they live to pretend to be adults, while they're acting like kids who should just simply live as teens. I have no room to speak on it though. I'm the ring leader and the prime example. But do you think I care? I'm happy to be a slut. Well, at the moment. Not for long. I take a swing out the, ever so cliché, yet oh-so convenient, red solo cup glued to my flushed bright pink and sweaty palm. I could hardly care who's looking now right now I just want to forget the crowd. I want to fucking dance. Because at parties, I'm never the one that gets to dance. I'm the one getting fucked in a room, by someone that she doesn't love.     At every Lila Academy Of The Arts party, there's always some group of heartthrob boys that take it upon themselves to occupy the nicest couch in the house. They don't even give any girls a glance. It's like some unofficial tradition that no one likes. It's always a completely different t mix of guys. It's always a different house. And they never know that they're the group, at least not at first. The only thing is, only girls seem to care or notice this pattern. As far as I know, not a single boy knows that this exists in our school. So how about we go into Tae's living room, take a few glances past the crowd of drunks at his mother's expensive black leather six seater, and just see who's who tonight. I can only get a few peeks here and there as I'm approaching and squeezing through the bodies of drunk teenagers. A freshman, Jeon. That's a first, freshman don't normally show up to raves like this. He seems uneasy, as expected, the guys do normally look afraid after girls with too much makeup start fawning on them in packs. Another peak and I see Jimin. He's working on my replacement I guess. Whatever. Jin seems to be there too, but he's the only one shushing the horny girls and pushing them off of his lap. Namjoon is there but I think... I just saw him leave. Maybe, he's just only into fucking with one girl at a time. I'm not going over there. The last thing I need is to be seen with a million guys and all of the smaller sluts. Before I decide to pack it in and find Audrey (and be a good friend) a set of hands pulls me by my waist until my back is against someone. "Hey," I hear the husky voice whisper in my ear. I turn around to see who it is but don't recognize the face. "Wow, you're super close to me..." I giggle, the beer kicking in finally and loosening me up (as if I could possibly be any looser). "You wanna dance or just head upstairs?" He asks with a smirk, while grinding my hips into his. "What happens... upstairs?" My alcohol consumption forces me to 'play dumb' most of the time. I know what he means by upstairs. He's asking to fuck. This boy before me, who can't be far from my age of seventeen, chuckles in my face and proceeds to pull me upstairs as if I just gave him any... consent. I'm too fucking out of it to protest or even stop my legs from stammering after him through the crowd. It's when we make it to the foot of Taehyung's staircase that I realize where we're headed. We don't pass many people on our way into the room, just a couple kissing at the railing overlooking the entire party. I don't even think anyone sees us going into Tae's room. Always so neat and clean. He drops me onto Taehyung's bed and closes and locks the bedroom door. "What..." I'm cut off by him harshly forcing his lips into mine and then pulling my arms up too around his neck, holding them hostage there. "Your skin is so soft." I don't kiss him back, and it seems to piss him off. "Mmm... so you'll fuck anyone but me?" This he mumbles before kissing me harder, almost angry. I shouldn't have gone so hard on the drinks, because now I've got one of my oh- so adoring fans straddling me like he owns me. Where the fuck is Namjoon when you need him? His hands end up in places where they shouldn't be. Like on the hem of my skirt. Slowly pulling my school uniform off as if he's here helping me. Then they find a way to wiggle out of his own khaki pants and button up white shirt, discarding the pile on the ground. "Hm, matching underwear. And it's sexy too? Oh, baby are you doing this on purpose?" He smirks again, and it's suddenly gone from an adorable and mischievous expression to a predatory one. "What's... who are..." He cuts me off with a finger inside off me. I can hear the squelching sound of my body being invaded. It's even louder than the massive party happening just feet away from me. He adds two more fingers, painfully stretching me out. "Hmm~!" This small groan of pain and violation comes across as a moan of satisfaction to him. "Fuck," He hisses at my wetness. "How are you so tight? You're a whore." Tears sting in my eyelids at his harsh words. I'm so stupid. How can someone be so stupid, stupid enough to get themselves in a situation like this. God... I'm about to be raped. And a slut fucking deserves it. "Don't worry, I brought a rubber with me. Can't afford any damn kids." I hear him stretching one over his length. I'm in too much pain to get up, scream for help, or even fight him off. "I dunno," He pumps himself up. "A mini me would be pretty cool. Like a tiny Hoseok." That's the last thing he says before pushing into me, causing a tight shriek to emit from me. Just in time for the music to get even louder. The odds are making sure no one hears this.   I'm only good at one thing.   And that's getting into trouble. Chapter End Notes Okay so the story line around this chapter was purely fiction. All the events that occurred are fake and from the author's mind. We all know he would never rape anyone, so don't take it so seriously. ***** Party Animal (Straight Face) ***** I'm brutally fucked for about four minutes before he finally climaxes. I'm not sure if I'm remembering it right but I think he said his name was Hoseok. Whatever, it doesn't matter. He's finally let go of my wrists and let me get up. The monster is putting his clothes back on when he tosses mine back to me. "You know, one of my friends said that you had the biggest tits in the school but now that I'm seeing them," He holds his hands up to my chest and squeezes me as harshly as ever, causing me to feel nothing but nauseous. "He might be blind." Please. "Anyway, don't tell anyone about this. My girlfriend wouldn't like it. But the bitch has been flirting with that Jimin guy all night. Hyeon just might need a taste of her own fucking medicine." Figures, behind every one of my bad encounters, Hyeon awaits. It finally clicks. Hoseok here wouldn't have just raped me if Hyeon wasn't a bigger whore than me. But if I wasn't such a whore to begin with, I wouldn't have been involved with Jimin to begin with. Then Hyeon wouldn't have been using him to make Hoseok jealous. And I wouldn't have just been assaulted. Like I fucking said, it's always my fault. I'm nothing to anyone. It's just someone who's easy to take advantage of. Even Namjoon said that that's all our relationship would ever be. Jimin couldn't even stand being with me for long. Taehyung is one of those guys who would ask for more than a FWB...   (A/N) FWB = Friend's with benefits. (A/N) ....relationship but I'm not ready for that. And Jin... I can't even think about him. I don't even think he showed up to this party. The clock on Taehyung's nightstand reads 10:46. It hasn't been that long. He's the only one that didn't text back. Maybe he's realized that he doesn't want a relationship with the girl that has relationships with everyone. What if he just used me for sex too? I mean... he's not that kind of guy but... I reclothe and think about what the fuck just happened to me. Again. Hoseok is gone downstairs. I hope I don't see him again tonight. I make up Tae's bed and straighten it before lying back down to wait away the pain in my lower regions. "You okay up here?" I hear a soft sweet voice. One that of an angel, and suddenly I feel unworthy of hearing it. I creek my head to the side and glance at who's addressing me. "Alex..." I whisper, but my vision is cloudy. "You know, the Saeyoung Park I've grown up next to would never let herself be seen alone at a party. She's always either with a boy or her best friend. Who just so happens to be my sister... who just so happens to miss you down there..." Alex gets quieter with every word as if he feels guilty seeing his sister unhappy. That's the thing about Alex Lee though. He's a full on fuckboy and doesn't look like he cares about any girl's feelings, but he definitely does. A more accurate description of him is... the male version of me. We're the same, and I think that's why Audrey has always felt so naturally close to me. It's because we protect her. Audrey is a little baby. She can go from a kitten to a queen in a snap. That's who I should've been with tonight. I don't deserve her. "I don't deserve you." I've been holding in all of this grief over getting raped ever since Mr. Fuck His Students made me deep throat him. I have refused to release this anger and hate out of fear of my image but I need someone to know and I need someone to help me. Who better than Alex? "What do you mean by that?" He doesn't hesitate to kneel before the bed where I've turned on my side. "What's wrong little Saeyoung-ssi?" I feel a stray tear escape my right eye and fall onto the pillow below my head. "No, no my baby isn't allowed to cry. Don't be sad." Alex freaks out at my sudden tears. That's right. He's never liked seeing girls cry. Especially the ones he loves. He's an unexpected softy. I mean, I'm sure he's fucked every girl in our grade. Apart from Audrey and I, of course. Speaking honestly, I've never wanted that kind of relationship with him. I can't see him like that. He's like the brother in my broken family. Even if I was born an only child, I wish I could've had a twin brother or sister. The Lee twins do everything together. If I had a sibling, I probably wouldn't have turned out the way I did. I might even still be a virgin to this day. Maybe even have a legit romance. Not just millions of miscellaneous ones that mean absolutely nothing to me. That don't even matter to me. "Please don't cry, Sae." "I'm not." I lie, attempting to keep a straight face and stop my lip from quivering. "Nothing happened, I'm just being a girl. You know, emotional for no reason." My voice cracks. He shrugs, not pushing me. "Yeah, Audrey gets like that all the fucking time." I know she does. I can't tell him about what just happened with me and that guy Hoseok. Just like I can't tell anyone about what happened between me and Min Yoongi. No one can ever know about that shit. "Okay. You want me to take you home?" Alex offers. I can't. If I go home all of my friends will know something's up. I want to go home, but I need to stay here and protect my image. No one can suspect that something is wrong with me. I need to push that depression away. If I want things to go back to normal, I have to be normal. I sit up casually and shake my head. "Nah, I'll be fine. Go back downstairs and I'll be out in a few minutes." "You sure, Sae?" I crack a smile. "Positive." And I don't have time to regret anything because he's gone. I'm finally alone. I lock the door to Taehyung's room. I slide down in front of the door. I just need a few more minutes to stop my self from hurting. I just need a few minutes...   ... to stop fucking crying. ***** Party Animal (Bitch Fit) ***** "Where the fuck have you been all night?" Namjoon shouts at me over the loud music. I guess he's not the only one after me tonight. So I've finally come out of Tae's room. I've finally gotten over everything that happened and I'm more or less okay now. "Were you fucking around with someone else? You know, bitch, I told you I wanted you tonight." "I know. I know. But I can't right now." I say gloomily but I know he can't hear me over the rave we're in the middle of. "What? Speak louder!" He starts. "You know what? Let's go." He grabs me and after what just happened, I can't let another guy just take me somewhere because he wants to. I need to be in control of my movements again. "Namjoon! I don't want to have sex right now! Everything below my waist is sore as fuck!" We finally make it outside. Where no one is, they're all inside trashing the house and shouting. He's seriously acting like a child who isn't getting what he wants, but according to the rules, I can't say that to him. "We don't have to, but you're getting me off tonight one way or another." I know exactly what he wants. "I'll do it, but don't bother me for the rest of the night." "No promises," He says when we finally make it to his car, and gaining nothing but privacy. He pushes the two front seats forward, making room for both of us in the backseat. I go in after he sits down. He sits me in front of him in a kneeling position. Namjoon's hands curve around my breasts and his thumb and forefingers pull at my nipples. He pulls his shirt off just like he did with mine, and discards it with my bra. "Use your tongue this time." He orders as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. I kneel in front of him and palm his hardness. I allow my lips to graze over his leaking tip. A small moan of dissatisfaction escapes his lips. "Hurry the fuck up, Princess." The last time I gave a guy a blowjob... Don't think about it! I lower my lips over Namjoon's length and take it all in mouth, earning a loud groan from him. "That's right, take daddy's cock. Take it all." His large hands grip my dark hair like a leash and yanks on it pulling me at the speed he wants.   (A/N) I'm so sorry but if you can't tell, this is my first time writing a blowjob scene that's why it sucks *no pun intended* (A/N)   Namjoon throws his head back against the car's seat and moans out again. The sun has gone so far down that the car is now surrounded by darkness, and only the glow of the house provides direction any more. "Fuck, don't be shy about your back teeth. Use them, Sae." I swirl my tongue around his entire thick and large circumference and suck harder. This earns another ragged 'fuck' from him. I follow his orders and run his dick across my back molars, making him curse and suck his breath in before rushing it back out. "Shit, this... you're at the top of your game aren't you, baby?" He screws his eyes shut, from what I can tell in this darkness. I run my hands across his exposed thighs and scratch at them lightly, pleasing Namjoon to the fullest. I finally push him so far into my throat that I know it's going to be sore for the next few days to come. I gag on it, something that I know Namjoon loves with the vibrations in my throat. "Hm~" He bites his lips and squeezes his eyes shut tighter. "God damn!" I feel Namjoon getting closer to his peak. Of course, this causes a pool of wetness in my lower areas but there's nothing I can do about it. Once Namjoon finishes in my mouth, he's not going to want to do anything else. "Daddy's getting close, princess." He warms me, just as kinky as ever. I bob my head faster and let my tongue strap onto his softening cock that's twitching more and more with every lap I do against his length. Without anymore warning whatsoever, Namjoon releases his all down my throat. I feel it shooting warm all the way down and suck until his high is out. When he's finished completely, his large masculine hands unlatch my mouth from him and pulls his pants back over his exposed body. When we're both finished and dressed, I can tell that he's fully satisfied with my performance. I'm still wet by the erotic sight Namjoon just was in front of me, but I could never let anyone touch me like that at the moment. "Good job." Namjoon says on the walk back. I smile at his praise for the sloppy blowjob I just have him.     "Daddy's proud." ***** Party Animal (Game Over) ***** I'm passed out on the couch, completely dehydrated, but the only thing that I know for sure I need to do is find Audrey. I need to reassure her that I haven't been slurring around with the whole school, and rekindle our friendship. The party is gradually slowing as the time gets later. People start heading out, revealing that the floor is a disastrous mess beneath them. "Saeyoung-ssi, I finally found you. I swear I've been looking for you all night." I hear the soft voice of a girl speaking at me, but the alcohol I've consumed prevents me from hearing it clearly and matching the voice to a face properly. I can almost concentrate on it, when a masculine voice comes into the mix and distracts me, completely throwing me off track. "Sae, I've finally found you. What the hell is wrong with her? Is she dead?" The first voice just huffs and then let's out a giggle. "No... I think she's just... drunk?" She hesitantly comments. "We should probably get her out of here. I can't take her to my place though. My parents are at home and I snuck out. There's no chance I could get her through the window." All I can do is lie there and let them conspire in taking me some place. I have no say in it, just like earlier tonight. "My brother would definitely tell our parents that she was drunk or something. I'd never get away with it. Sae is kinda crazy when she drunk." The two share a laugh. "You should see her when she's high." "Hey, I need everybody out, like now! Unless you're staying behind to help me fucking clean this shit!" Now I know that's Taehyung. I expected him to be pissed, and I was planning on staying here but I'm obliterated right now. I can barely think. The female's small hands pat me down until she finds the slip of paper in my bra. "I thought I saw her put a couple of these in there once before a party. It's a phone number." "I... I guess I'll call it then?" The both seem to think the number is kind of strange but I know what's about to happen. It's why I didn't want to go so hard with the drinks to begin with. "Who the fuck is this number for?"       "You can take care of her right?" I've finally come to, as the sleep as been coming and going. I've been moved to a car, but I'm too out of it to see whose car it is. "Of course, we have a deal. Don't worry... Jin, right? Yeah, I'll have her at school tomorrow on time, maybe a bit hungover, but sober. "I've never seen you before though. Maybe we shouldn't..." "You can come with me if you need to see for yourself, Audrey." They take a moment, and it's just silence, "Fine," The only thing I can hear, sprawled out across the back seat is and engine and then us speeding down a highway.     Upon reaching the destination, what I'm hoping is Audrey and the other help me out of the car and through the glass doors of building. Scratch building, it's a mansion. "Who are you, James Bond? Seriously." "No... I just- Ah! Saeyoung, watch your step!" She says rushing forward to keep me from tripping. We ever-so carefully make our way to what I'm assuming is her bedroom, because she looks me right onto it and starts unstrapping my shoes. "Then... who are you?" The woman huffs. I know who she is. I remember making the deal with her around three years ago. If I was ever completely drunk or so messed up that I couldn't go home to my dad, that she'd help me out and call him with a legitimate excuse. "My name is Nari." "How do you know Saeyoung?" I hear Audrey ask this but by now I'm fully aware of my surroundings and able to speak. I sit up with a groan and surprise both of them.   "She's my sister." This evidently stuns both of them. "Well, legally anyway." I roll my eyes and finally black out for good. This night has been nothing short of never ending and painful. And I still fluently wish I was dead. ***** There's A Story Behind Every Secret. ***** It's been about seven years since my father spoke to my sister. Our family relationship is difficult to comprehend and I don't want to think about it, with all the things that are on my mind right now. Honestly I just want to leave. I haven't needed her to pick me up after a party in almost a year. "I'm confused. Saeyoung?" Audrey sits up in the sofa she's found her way to. "Nari is my sister." "Yeah I got that." I kick my shoes off, since I'm sleeping here tonight. I just want to sleep forever. "Saeyoung elaborate please." But I'm already out cold.   "I'll tell you Audrey." Nari says, with a small smile. "How can I trust that you're telling the truth? I don't know you." "You trusted me enough to get into my car earlier. And, Saeyoung just told you for herself that we're sisters." "I've known Sae since we were kids. Why have I never seen or met you before?" "I lived with our mother, before she passed away." Nari's glamorous house, suggests that if she were really related to Saeyoung, then her family wouldn't live in the small town. Nari lives in a semi-penthouse mansion completely furnished with top of the line sculptures and high-tech items. "There's no way," Her fingers grace along the plush sofa, not being able to stop herself from slipping her socks off to bury her small pink toes in the soft white rugs. Audrey can't help but notice how beautiful Nari is. And how well she resembles Saeyoung. They both have a natural blush, high cheek bones that defy the squishiness of they're adorable cheeks, long brown hair that matches their long eyelashes, perfect height, impressive chests, daring brown eyes. They might as well be twins. Even if they are sisters, why do they have such different names? Siblings typically have similar names in small families. "Why are you estranged?" Audrey whispers, so that she doesn't make her friend up from her slumber. Nari glances back at her snoozing younger sister and takes a deep breath. "It's such a long and troubling story." "I've got some time before my brother comes to get me. Start from the beginning," Audrey crosses her arms defiantly, unwilling to stop until she gets information out of this interesting stranger. "Let's see how far you get." ***** One Day, You Might Wake Up And Be A Porn Star. ***** Chapter Notes Pardon my third person writing, I know how bad it is. Nari wastes no time getting started. It's not like it's the first time she's told someone this story before, but it's the first time she's talked about it in the same room as a family member. "Don't tell Saeyoung that I told you any of this," "I can't promise that," Audrey rolls her eyes. Nari takes a deep breath and starts. "When I was five my mother got pregnant with Saeyoung by another man, which is why our last names are different and our first names aren't similar." Audrey nods. "That was Saeyoung's father. My father got pissed, and rightfully so, that our mom had had an affair and so he left her." Even after Saeyoung was born, they were still fighting over custody for me." She licks her lips and continues on. "I think it was only when Saeyoung was two that the custody battle finally ended." Audrey crinkles her eyebrows. "Who won?" "Saeyoung's father. Our mother died the day it ended. The judges ruled that my mother would take me, mostly because she planned to live with Sae's dad, but she died... not even an hour later." "Saeyoung... told me that..." Audrey sniffles. "Her mom died at her birth." "Trust me if this were your story, you'd lie about it to your close friends too." Nari gets up and tucks her sister in bed. She looks down at her and brushes her hair out of her face, then pulls the duvet off just long enough to straighten the sheets. Then she covers her body back up again. "Our dad never came right out and said it, but we all knew it. He didn't claim me as his daughter. Not in the eleven years he raised me, did he ever call me his daughter." She sits back down in her spot across her guest. "Saeyoung and I weren't that close and he had me take home schooling, which I was able to graduate from at the age of sixteen." "Why didn't I ever see you? I basically lived at their house." Audrey asks, her eyes glistening. "You know that storage shed in the backyard?" Nari looks down at her lap, disappointed to have to dig her past up like this. "I'm... I'm so sorry... that he-" "It turned out fine." Nari motions around at her glamorous lifestyle, but without an expression. "Anyway, during that I spent time making friends online. I had a small computer in the storage unit. One day, I was... seventeen when it happened." She's trying to remember the day, but it was so long ago. "Uh, I met my..." She starts. "This is embarrassing. Well, he was a lot of things to me." Nari looks up to find Audrey's gaze turn from annoying to pity. "He ran this business called Triple X." Audrey let's out a small gasp of surprise. "I know what Triple X means." Nari chuckles. "Yes, he offered me a job but he wanted to meet me first. Of course, I knew that meeting a stranger I met on the internet was stupid, but I really was stupid back then." "Oh, my god..." "I told him to come over to my house and I gave him a time when Saeyoung was a school and her dad was at work. He came in and everything was fine. He told me all about his job, that was meeting beautiful women and making them rich and famous through adult videos." "So porn?" Nari let's out a worried breath. "Ah, that's relieving. I was trying to avoid corrupting you with that word but I'm glad you know it." "I'm not six. I've seen porn before." Audrey crosses her arms and roll her eyes, annoyed because she gets that a lot. "So, I had to wait until I turned eighteen, which was just weeks away, and then I signed the contracts. I became a porn star very quickly. You know, thinking back at it, I think I lost my virginity in my first video." "That's horrible." "It was, but I lot of good things have come out of me choosing this. I'm rich and famous, and last year I won the award for most beautiful model." "Model? Do porn stars not call themselves porn stars?" Audrey chuckles and curls her toes further into the carpet. "Honestly, no. After I moved out, Saeyoung's dad officially disowned me and neither of us told her that that's what I moved out to become. We weren't close, so we really drifted apart when she got angry that I was being dishonest and not letting her in on the drama." Nari releases another breath as her conclusion is coming up. "We had this agreement afterwards. We decided on it about a year later." "What was the deal?" "That whenever she was drunk, like too drunk to get home. When she was shit- faced drunk or even high, I'd cover for her and give her dad a good excuse through someone neutral. That way he would never know what his precious baby was up to," Nari turns back and stares adoringly at her little sister. "And most importantly, he wouldn't know that she had contact with me." "What did you get out of it?" A single tear strays down Nari's beautiful face. "She's my baby sister, and... I love her." A car horn breaks the atmosphere. "That's my brother." Audrey pulls her stocking socks back on and then her strap-on heals. "She may be your baby sister, but she's my best friend." She looks at Nari one more time before descending down the elegant staircase.   "Take care of her." ***** KINKSHAME : I Bet I Can Kiss All Of Your Tragedies Away. ***** Her hands go up to slide the long wall length curtains together, perfectly shielding me from the beams of sunlight. "I have to go to work soon," She sighs. "Don't worry, I got your backpack from your friend's house. He seem worried about you. Said he didn't really see you last night or something like that. Anyway, I packed your breakfast in it and used your phone to call... someone who I don't know but he had hearts around his contact name, so I'm assuming he's your current boyfriend. He should be here soon." Nari continues and puts her hands on her hips. I really wish she would give me a chance to wake the fuck up before she dumps all of this information on me. "Dad thinks you stayed at Jin's last night. Hey, how is he? He was a good kid from what I can remember. My maids washed your uniform last night after your Audrey left." She rambles on, while I glance down to see that I'm wearing a set of (clearly hers) pajamas. "Come on, he'll be here in about an hour." "Do you always talk so much in the mornings?" I squint my eyes at her. She doesn't answer me, but nevertheless I get up and do as she says. While I'm putting my backpack on so I can go wait for my ride to school, a thought strikes me. "Who did you call?" I ask her from the glass front door. "I dunno, but I'm sorry I can't take you to school myself. I have work in a little bit." I chuckle. "Sure, work." She knows what I mean. Nari is still in the kitchen, consumed with other tasks at the moment. "Saeyoung, I just know that he had weird heart emojis around his name. I assumed he was your... whatever your boyfriend." My phone is dying and its last touch of life is a mere 2%. "It's funny how your maids know how to do laundry but the can't seem to find an iPhone charger in this fucking mansion." In the time I took to look at my sister a male figure approached the front glass door. I immediately look over and do my best to not freak the fuck out. My hand swings out to open the door handle and greet him with a sensible good morning, but on the inside I'm cursing my clueless sister for doing this. For calling the last person I wanted to see. "Good morning, Miss Park. Your older sister, Miss Song, asked if I could bring you to school on my way to work?" "Y-yeah... I guess she did." I stutter out. "Have a good day at school, Saeyoung!" I look over at Nari and slowly shake my head at her words. I release a deep breath. He takes my hand and flashes me that perfectly created smile.   "Thank you... Mr. Min Yoongi."       Yoongi tries to bring up conversations throughout the car ride that don't have anything to do with us... being intimate but I just stare straight ahead. "Are you okay, Sae? I thought we left on a really good note last weekend." He keeps his hands on the wheel and winks. I can't bring myself to say anything to him, shaken. His face softens when I look down and slowed the car to a stop, turning it off and pulling over to the side of the road. We're completely surrounded by trees, so if someone just so happened to be driving like we were they wouldn't notice Yoongi's black Audi just stationary and covered by bushes. We're on a relatively secluded road. This isn't a normal way towards town, but it's longer since Nari's mansion is deeper into the forest. No one is out here, but us. "Saeyoung..." Yoongi reaches for my cheek. "Are you... okay?" He asks me this as sensitively as possible. I feel a tear dip down my cheek and land on his thumb. This causes him to panic and he pulls me closer to him hugging. I inhale his fragrance. His cologne. I can't let my thoughts wander to who his wife might be, or what she would think about her husband touching his students. I can't get these thoughts out of my head. Thoughts about Jung Hoseok. What he did to me that night. Jin, and the way he makes me feel and the feelings I know he has for me. Jimin. Gosh, that's the worst case. I'm so stupid. I can't even keep a guy, that I don't even want. By now, I'm full on sobbing and Yoongi is just trying his best to comfort me. "Do you want to talk about it?" He speaks up, when my crying slowly dies down. I open my mouth to speak, but a squeak comes out. "Don't you love your wife?" I ask him, not expecting myself to bring that up, but I'm glad I did. Yoongi takes a deep breath and answers uncomfortably. "Of course I do, but sometimes," He looks at me seriously and starts talking to be like I'm his child, and he's explaining that my mommy and daddy will always love each other despite a divorce. "Sometimes adults who love each other just stop clicking well. They relate less to each other and spend less time together... and they lose intimate feelings for each other. I just need... someone... gosh, someone like you." "A whore? You need a whore?" He laughs before returning to his serious stature. "You're not a whore. You're a good girl... surrounded by bad guys." He looks me in the eyes with his soft brown orbs. My eyes wander across his face, stopping only to admire his soft pink lips. I think back to how soft they are and then let my eyes wander down his broad shoulders. I allow myself to think of how badly I want to ease that shirt off of him. These are the exact thoughts I've been trying to get away from but god damn it. I can't. School isn't where I need to be right now. No where is really. "I don't want to go to school today." I whisper this small nothing, as if it weren't obvious. "Neither do..." Yoongi doesn't even get to finish this sentence before we mutually press our lips together. It starts off as a soothing kiss but before long I'm leaning over his arm rest. I'm trying to heat it up, and flick my tongue against his bottom lip. His hands wander down my shoulders and tease at my bra straps. He eases his lips apart and slips his tongue in to meet mine. "You have no idea how good I want to make you feel. I want to feel you all over, Saeyoung. I can tell you're sad, but you need to forget about those things." He continues his sentence. "Kiss me again.. and forget the tragedies that I can see on your expression." When he kisses me again, there's nothing but heat between us. He pulls away and lets his lips graze down my collarbone and neck. Yoongi's husky voice comes into my ear quietly. "You can miss... one day of school. Maybe... you," He moans as I run my hand down his thigh. "You can improve your grades." He laughs at his joke. I allow my mind to be free and unnerve myself from the problems I've been facing lately. I look him in the eyes, as I pretend not to notice that my hand is palming his length through his khakis. I bite my lip, seductively. "My dad is home today. We can't..." I seem to not be finishing my sentences when I'm around him. "My wife is home as well with the kids. I know somewhere we can be alone though." He starts his car again, driving much faster than he was before. His speed must be fueled by the sexual frustration he has pent up. I pull my hoodie on and let my hood up once we make it closer to town so that no one happens to glance and see me with a teacher. "So you have kids?" I sense him exhale a little before letting his free hand work on his hardening length. "Yeah, two with one on the way." "Really?" Yoongi nods his head causing his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose a bit. He gives his hard-on a break just long enough to push his glasses up properly, before running his hand along himself again for some relief. "My wife and I have only had sex when we conceived the children. If we aren't planning to have kids..." He huffs. "Then she has no interest in fucking. It honestly makes me sick. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death but a man has needs, you know?" We're stalled at a stop light that just doesn't seem ready to change green. "I can't wait anymore." His thumbs unbutton his pants and slides the belt away just enough for him to slide his pants down to his ankles. His boxers are removed next. His hand swiftly slides up and down along his shaft. Traffic builds up all around us, but I don't think he cares if people see his face scrunching up as he pleasures himself. The lights, by now we can see that the traffic lights are clearly broken. It's not uncommon for our stop lights break in this small town and I'm more or less used to it. Yoongi throws his head back and moans out as loud as he wants. He catches my gaze starring at the erotic sight before me, and getting turned on. He doesn't even really have to come right out and ask me to do what he wants. I pull my hair back within my hoodie and lean down, allowing my wet lips to begin sucking on him. I don't waste time teasing him, since he's already frustrated. "Yes, that's my good girl." His large hand rests on the back of my neck, while the other pulls out his phone. "I'm gonna have to call in sick. Just keep sucking daddy off, baby girl." I bob my head and swirl my tongue around his entire length, trying to get him closer to his climax. He dials the number for our school and it's only within a matter of minutes before the secretary answers him with a cheerful, Hello! "Yes, this is Min Yoongi." He's doing his best to not moan again and I follow his orders to keep sucking. "I can't come in for work today. Yes, I'm very sick." He slips up and allows himself to sigh contently once I go faster, because I feel him getting closer. "Okay, okay." He can't wait to hang up on the woman, and let out the many suppressed moans of pleasure. "Okay, goodbye." Just as quickly as he dialed, he hangs up and let's out a loud string of curses and moans. "How are so good at this? Fuck, damn it. Saeyoung!" I think he's trying to last long, because he's thrusting out of his seat and into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. I can already feel his warm seed shooting down my throat. There's a thin sheet of sweat lining his brow and his breaths are coming out raggedly. "Swallow it all." When the lights are finally in service again, the flooded streets start slowly becoming empty again. "Where are we going?" I ask him as soon as we're no longer in town anymore. We've driven so far out of town that no other cars are with us. Yoongi doesn't even bother to redress himself, leaving his huge member exposed for the rest of the car ride. "I have a small cabin. Not like a creepy cabin in the fucking woods or some shit, but it's more like a vacation house too close to where we live. My family rarely ever uses it, so we can stay and have all the fun we want." He looks at me smiling, "There are some things that I've been dying to do to you, and I seriously can't wait any longer. That's why I'm speeding." I'm uneasy and I think he can tell. "Don't worry, no one is going to find out about this,"   His fingers motion across the space between us. "I can keep a secret, baby girl. Can you?" ***** KINKSHAME : You're Going To Be My Baby Girl. ***** I ensure Yoongi that I can keep secrets better than anyone else can and looks like he's taking my word for it. It's seems that the gravity of a 26 year old man fucking seventeen year old student is weighing heavily on his shoulders. I read his GPS and notice that it'll be a good half an hour before we get to where ever it is he's taking me. He lets out an awkward cough, trying to break the silence "So... how long have you been," He checks me to make sure I'm listening. "You know, doing this?" I chuckle at Yoongi's sudden shyness. "You mean sluting around the school? Not long." "How did it start?" Yoongi finally relaxes seeing that I'm comfortable with this conversation. "Well, I was a virgin and..." I look back at him, no longer facing the window. "Don't tell anyone about this." "Why would I tell anyone about this? To get arrested?" Good point. I resume my sentence. "Kim Namjoon just offered to be my first, since I was clearly nervous or whatever. I mean, we were at a party and it was freshman year. It wasn't even that good. It lasted like thirty seconds and it hurt the whole time." Yoongi bursts with laughter at the mention of my first time. "Then we decided to keep trying until we got it right." "When did you get it right?" He doesn't look at me this time, rather watching the road like he should've been. "The second time we did it. Yeah, and then it was so good that we just didn't stop and became... regular." I blush at my own words. "Wow," "Well, don't just say wow! Tell me about your first time then since mine was so interesting," Yoongi brings back that adoring smile and chuckles at the way I'm acting. "It was about six months after I got married, and I had to beg her because she's always been so against it. Then my daughter was conceived and I went another nine months without it. That's why I got involved with a student the first time, but I haven't been with a student since then until I moved... here." Then there's just another awkward silence. I'm naturally very smooth when it comes to getting through an awkward moment. "Do you want another blowjob?" Yoongi swerves with laughter, since the question is very abnormal. When his laughter finally comes to a stop, leaving a smile on his face, he answers. "N-no, I'd rather keep a nice conversation going, if you don't mind." I cough. "Well we can talk about the rules." "Rules for what?" Now for the fun part. "I guess you could call this an agreement, but I'm not entirely sure if you wanted to keep this going so I didn't bring it up earlier." "Are you kidding me? You're a beautiful girl that isn't inexperienced, and attracted to me. Of course, I want to keep this going. Give me as many rules as you like." "No, the rules are for me. Like Namjoon only has three, Kim Taehyung has one, and Park Jimin had five. You can give me rules, basically whatever makes this easier and more pleasurable for you." He scrunched his eyebrows. "Hm, interesting. What were Namjoon's rules?" "Rule number one was for me to be literally always available to him 24/7. So I have to schedule my other guys around him. He really makes it difficult. Number two is to never say no to him. Like, if he wanted to try something in bed I didn't have a choice, or I'd be punished. Rule number three, is to not tell anyone about us, but I'm clearly breaking that one right now." "Well, that's a... great example. Honestly I don't have any rules for you. Well, apart from you keeping an open mind in everything we do. The submissive kinky shit... also sounds fun." He laughs at himself. "I only have a few rules, but nothing major. Just always wear a condom, and don't tell anyone about us. You can break things off with me whenever you want." "Ah, so you're like my personal whore now, baby girl?" "No," I can tell he's only joking so I humor him.   "I prefer the term slut." ***** KINKSHAME : You Can Call Me Daddy. ***** The cabin Yoongi owns is just his style. Completely secluded, open spaced, artsy furniture. It wasn't that child friendly, with all of the sharp edges and dangerous objects that would be within a child's reach. This made me question how exactly his two (almost three) kids and his wife would stay here. I don't ask though. I don't want to confront him. He tosses his keys onto the counter and opens the refrigerator. "Do you want anything?" "Ah, no. I'm fine." I don't look at him, but instead look around at this expensive away house. A red velvet chest in the corner catches my eye, but I really don't want to seem nosy. "How often do you come here?" I ask, skeptically. He lets out a deep breath before talking. "I originally bought this place and furnished it for my wife, Sang-mi. And, at first she liked it. Well, she seemed to like it, but once I," He motions towards the chest that I was looking at earlier. "Showed her the things in there she... anyway the real purpose I got such a private, and romantic, place for us was so that we could have time to try new things." He grabs a soda and stands with me, facing the box. "I was trying to coax her into wanting to have sex more often. I don't know, I thought she was afraid after we had our first daughter. She wasn't, and she won't bring up the subject." "So what's in the box?" He smirks a little and pops it open, revealing to contents. "Toys. I never got the chance to try any of this on her or anyone for that matter, but now that we're here together..." He comes behind me and rests his large hands on my hips. Yoongi leans into my earlobe and grazes his teeth along it. "I'm going to release all the years worth of bottled up sexual energy on you, baby girl." His hand grabs mine and leads me up to the designated master bedroom. Within seconds I'm pinned down beneath him on the large king size bed. His lips latch onto my neck, allowing me to look around this room that was meant for him and another woman. The front wall is complete glass, so if there was anyone in the front yard they would get a pretty view of Yoongi and I having sex.     (A/N) Something like that (A/N)   He looks up at me, being able to tell that I'm not really here or in the moment. He sits up, straddling my torso and rolling his hips causing my heat to moisten and eliciting a sweet moan from my lips. Yoongi looks at me confusedly. "How many girls have you brought here before me?" I don't even look at him and I know it's not something I can be angry about but I'm curious. "Sang-mi, but like I said she didn't like it, and you." "That's all?" A small ray of hope enters my heart. "I have had sex with another one of my students here before, the second day I started working after my family moved." A gasp of surprise exits through my lips. "Who?" He chuckles. "You probably won't know them." "Tell me," I beg, slapping my hands against his clothed chest. He makes a tsk sound with his tongue. "You'll have to ask me the right way, baby girl. You know what I want to hear." I look up at the crack of smile on his lips and roll my eyes at his antics. "Please tell me... daddy." He looks at me completely satisfied before leaning back onto my ear. Yoongi's husky voice whispers casually in my ear.   "It was Jeon Jungkook." ***** KINKSHAME : We Might Just Have A Few Kinks In Common. ***** "A boy?" Yoongi is still on top of me, as I express this initial shock. I see Jungkook around school and I always thought he was cute. He keeps to himself most of the time and doesn't talk to girls. He's in my free period, but I've never said anything to the boy. He is a freshman after all. "I know him, sort of. Isn't he fifteen? Damn, you like them young." Yoongi gets up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, his back to me. He begins taking his tie off. "He just turned sixteen." "How did that happen?" I slide my blazer off and discard it into the floor. "I mean, I knew you were bisexual but..." "Yeah, it just happened. My wife was home. Jungkook wanted to do it, so I brought him here and we just... fucked." "Wow..." Okay, I'm definitely not angry. I flop back down onto the bed. "That image actually turns me on." He looks back at me, hesitantly with shock. "Are you serious right now? You better not be fucking kidding." He pins my wrists back down forcefully. "I'm not. I swear I'm not. See for yourself." He analyzes my words before it clicks for him. He takes both of my wrists in one hand and uses his free hand. I don't break eye contact with him for a second. I feel his hand travel down closer to my core and pulling my panties down to my ankles. I savor the moment when he starts feeling it around two fingers. "Told you." He rubs my wetness in circular motions before grabbing his phone from his pocket and shoving the two fingers in my mouth. "Suck on them and be quiet." My hands are free now so I run them along his thighs, just barely touching his restrained boner. I do as he says, definitely not worried or anything, as he dials a number, holds the phone close and waits for the person to answer. He smirks when the other picks up the phone. "Hey, yeah it's me. Are you at school?" The other answers him, and Yoongi smiles. He gives up on keeping me quiet and moves his hand from his ear, allowing his phone to rest between the crook of his neck and his shoulder. His free hand unbuttons his pants again and rids everything for good onto the floor. I'm face to face with his massive erection and don't even hesitate to flip us around so that I'm between his legs when I take his throbbing member between my lips. As the conversation goes on he comes down my throat and straddles me again, shoving his two fingers back into my mouth. I suck on the digits willingly, drenching them. "Can you come over to the cabin? Yes, I need you." He whines, selling himself. "It's okay, just drive off campus, no one will say anything." I can't here anything, but I suspect that the person is uneasy about what Yoongi is telling them to do. "Come on, baby." He smiles at what the person says and whispers a small see you then before taking his fingers back out of my mouth, hanging up, and plunging them back into me. I can't help but moan out at his force. "Daddy got a reward for his princess." He smirks, pumping his two fingers in and out of my noisy mouth. "Don't you want to know what it is? Ask me, ask me an I'll tell you babygirl." He pushes the two digits in, tease my tongue and so hard that I can barely answer with a solid voice. "What? What did daddy do for me?" He smiles down, satisfied with me to the fullest.   "I got Jeon Jungkook for you."         "I know you think I'm experienced or whatever, but I've never had a threesome before in my entire life." He has retrieved the box of sex toys by now and laid out everything he wanted to try out. I gaze across the table, being a complete virgin to toys. I could never order toys with the risk of my dad seeing them on the credit card account or finding the package before I did so I'm new to it. Yoongi has a two vibrating dildos that are varying in sizes, handcuffs, and blindfolds. That's all I could handle anyway. "I mean how would you do it? Who's dick would go where? I just..." He comes over and hushes me with his index finger. "Don't worry. Daddy's got you." After he ended the call with Jungkook, Yoongi undressed me down to my pink laced bra and panties. He left my white stockings on and tied my hair in pigtails with matching pink ribbons. I'm assuming that he is into the 'innocent' look for his girls, because he seemed turned on by my appearance. The whole time he was preparing me like that he didn't let me help him and he did it in front of a mirror so that he could watch himself. "The time it will take Jungkook to get here from the school should be a little over half an hour. My baby shouldn't have to wait that long to feel good, right?" He comes behind me and kisses the skin of my shoulder. His hands rest on my waist but they make no action to move me from the cushioned stool at the floor length mirror. He gently spreads my legs and stares at what's between them, when he shoves my pansies to the side, not completely removing them. Yoongi murmurs into my neck as he makes his way across my neck to my lips. I go numb at the feeling of his thumb and forefinger mercilessly shoving and thrusting into my entrance. I barely moan when he slows down a bit. "I'm not normally this gentle, but we should take it slow since we'll be at it all day long." He lets his soft lips lazily move across my cheeks, while his free hand roams my entire body freely. "When Jungkook gets here, I plan on restraining him. Remember that you're my toy. You can't call him daddy. You can't let him kiss your neck like I do. He can't make you moan with his fingers inside of your dripping hole like this." He presses his lips against mine again, then slides in a third finger and picking up his speed. "He can't pleasure you like me." Yoongi's eyes stay barely opened as my mouth is wide with the burning feeling of him touching me. I finally let out the pleasured moan I've been trying to keep in. My simple moan echoes throughout the walls of the quiet room. "Now that I think about it... I don't want to share that." He says, referring to my moans and my appearance. The sound of a car engine breaks our peacefulness and before long a subtle knock, followed by the sound of someone unlocking the front door and entering the house. "Daddy." I hear him call, seductively and using a kinky name that Yoongi clearly told him to use.   "Your Baby Boy is home." ***** KINKSHAME : Keep This A Secret Between You And Your Daddy. ***** Yoongi quickly pulls me up from the stool so that he can sit in my spot before pulling me down onto his lap. I can feel his hardness through his layers, with both of my legs on either side of him so I'm straddling him. His hands rest on my ass, clearly trying his best to turn me on. I know he's trying to make Jungkook jealous and turn him on. I'm guessing this isn't something that he thinks he'll be into based off of how well he knows him. "You ready for me to be a bad boy for you, daddy?" Jungkook shouts this before finding his way to the bedroom. Why do I feel so nervous all of a sudden? Yoongi and I are still in our position with me facing away from the bedroom door so I don't see Jungkook's reaction. "Oh, hello?" I turn around to face a confused boy, and suddenly I feel stupid in the way I'm dressed for this. I quickly stand up, nervously and don't look at anyone. Yoongi senses my fear, and rushes to reassure the ever so confused Jungkook. "Forgive her timidity," He points towards the bed, ordering me to sit and wait in silence. "I don't think she feels as sexy as she looks." I suddenly feel like his trained puppy, just taking orders like this. I can't be bothered to care though, since I know it will be worth it. "What's going on?" Jungkook takes a step back and his eyes land on me. "Don't you go to my school?" I look to Yoongi to see if I'm allowed to answer his question. His brief glare suggests that the answer is no. "She's a junior student of mine," Yoongi eases his own shirt off and crosses the room to pull Jungkook's lips to his own. I don't disobey his orders and stay in my spot, just watching them. Yoongi's hand wanders into Jungkook's pants and I can see slight movement. I can't help myself but to look away as soon as I hear him moan into the kiss. A pang of jealousy hits me hard and I feel it shiver down my spine. They both pull away from each other to catch their breath. Yoongi leads Jungkook to the bed by his hands and sits him with me like he's a child with his mother. "Baby boy, this is Saeyoung Park. She's my baby girl. Is this your first threeway?" Jungkook already looks scared. Like a kid that wants to go home and bury himself in a pile of blankets. "I guess that's a yes." Yoongi chuckles and looks away. "Don't worry it ours too." He points between himself and I. "Give him a kiss, baby girl." I look at Yoongi and don't hesitate to obey his kinky orders. My hands pull Jungkook by his school tie and press my lips against his. My other hand ease itself from his thigh to his already hard member. I'm feeling much better knowing that he's in the same state as I am, and decide to be daring for once. There's nothing to be afraid of in this room. I just need to have some fun. When I pull away, his face is heated and this causes an amused Yoongi to speak up. "I kinda want you two to get us started. I'll go downstairs to my car and get my phone, for some music. Should take five minutes tops. When I get back I want to see some magic happening, okay?" I nod excitedly, while Jungkook stays obedient. Yoongi leaves closing the door shut behind him. As soon as the door shuts, you'd expect one to have been all over the other but this is just weird. At least it is for me. "How long have you been hooking up with him?" Jungkook looks at me and slips his shoes off to tuck them under the bed. I don't answer, because I haven't been. It's only been about ten seconds, and I'm already done with this shit. I can't lie, I've noticed him before. But he's a freshmen, so that put him off my list. This kid is fifteen. I feel like a pervert. That leads to the thoughts of the age gap between us and Yoongi. Jungkook isn't, like, ugly or anything. I mean, he's hot. My face starts heating up and I look away, embarrassed. "Daddy was right about how shy you are. I've only seen you in the study class... and you only ever whispered with that sketchy guy." Namjoon. He scoots closer to me, and in return I slide away. Jungkook removes his shirt and continues talking. "I've never done a threesome or fucked a girl, but I've banged enough guys to know what to do to you." I sit still and let him take over before Yoongi gets back. Jungkook crouches in front of me while I'm still sitting on the bed. I look him in the eyes with a monotone expression. His hands rest on either side of me and every once in a while one will run along my thigh and trace a spot closer to my core. "Well, lay down stupid." He chuckles and looks me in the eyes. I do as he says and feel him, quite unceremoniously, tug my thong down around my ankles and spread my legs as wide as he can. The cool air hits my skin and I start shivering at the pleasure. "So, let's see how fast I can make you cum with this stud piecing." He gives my clit one slow full-tongued lick and I feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing run all the way across. It doesn't take long for me to completely bury my hands in his hair and let a moan out. Before he does it again, he speaks and allows me to feel his warm breath on my folds. My breathing grows heavy, so I just barely hear him. "If I can make you cum before daddy gets back, I win and you suck me off." Sounds good so far. "If you can keep yourself together and hold it in until daddy gets back, you win." I look at the clock. It's barely been a minute. I can't speak through the ragged breaths I'm letting out as his long fingers ghost over my skin. "What do I get when I win?" "When you win? I like that cockiness, and trust me, you'll love mine." He pulls my arm to make me sit up and face him, and without thinking he kisses me roughly. I love every second of the kiss. "So that's what you like? You like kissing?" His hand wanders back down to my clit. "You like it a lot." He smirks at my wetness, before returning back to his previous position. He sticks his tongue out, as if showing off the tongue piercing. He answers my question with the same smirk. "I'll kiss you. Simple as that." He's the only one, other than Jin, that has learned that that is my favorite thing to do. Honestly, I don't care about sex in general. It's not better than a kiss. Nothing is. Jungkook's tongue returns to my clit and I can feel him doing every thing he knows how to do to make me lose this bet. Through the blur of pleasure gathering at the edges of my vision, I can see that we have about three minutes left. "Fuck, Jeon Jungkook." His lips curl around my bundle of nerves and suck hard. I moan again as I feel the coil in the pit of my stomach ready to snap and release my fluids all fucking over him. My fists dig into the bed sheets and  I moan again. And again. And again. "Fuck, I'm so close." I squeeze my eyes shut so tightly, I see white spots dancing across my skin. "Let it out baby, and then you'll have to get me close." Persistence crosses my moods and I do my best to hold it in. Fuck, where is Yoongi? Jungkook moans against me, causing vibrations to erupt from that spot. Just as I'm about to screw this bet and cum, the bedroom door opens and exposes a pleased Yoongi. "That's what I like to see." I sit up, and try to move away from Jungkook. "Hmm, no Saeyoung. I want you to come." Yoongi stops me starring down at my exposed skin. I hesitate to lay back down, but as soon as Jungkook goes back to work on my core, my body does whatever it wants. It's only minutes before I finally release onto his tongue. I quickly sit up to find him swallowing it all, drop by drop. "If you weren't gay..." I start, already hearing his obnoxious laugh, my chest is heaving rapidly and a very thin layer of sweat has collected on my hair line. I collapse back down and stare at the ceiling. I'm finally catching my breath and feeling relaxed when I feel Jungkook's tongue on my clit again, only sucking harder. "Ah, Jungkook... oppa..." I moan and sit up to find that it's Yoongi this time. "Oppa?" He sits up with a chuckle. "I prefer..." He looks at me expectantly. "I'm sorry, daddy." Yoongi smiles and returns to kitten lick my bundle of nerves like he's starving and that's the only thing that will refresh his hunger. No, he's literally eating me out. "And don't call me oppa." Jungkook says somewhere in the room. My hands bury in Yoongi's hair, slightly tugging at the jet black roots. "Holy shit, daddy." I throw my head back at the sexual bliss being caused by his tongue. (A/N) tongue technology ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (A/N) "Yah! Why does it look like he's doing a better job than me?" Jungkook whines, climbing into the bed fully naked. Yoongi mumbles his answer on my clit. "Because I fucking am," He starts poking his tongue in and out, tongue fucking me. Jungkook rests both of his hands on my shoulders, and starts to kiss my neck soothingly. Yoongi doesn't tongue fuck me long enough for me to cum, instead he stops and gets up to start unbuttoning his clothes. "Daddy, can I..." Jungkook starts, still behind me. He takes control of my body and bends me over into an 'on all fours' position. "Yes." Is all Yoongi says, granting Jungkook the permission to lower his throbbing member into me. Inch by inch. "Oh my god," I huff, trying to shake my hair out of my face but failing. Jungkook is already in ecstasy as he pulls pulls the hair away from my eyes and starts pulling it back with his slow starting thrusts. He whispers and sighs small sentences at me. Things like, "Fuck, how are you this tight?" and "Aish, damn it, maybe I'm bi." The bliss and pleasure his cock is giving me is intense. This is hot sex. This is mind-blowing sex. This is toe-curling sex. This is... where the fuck is Yoongi sex. Jungkook must've read my mind at the lack of what we both expected. He slows his thrusts just long enough to address Yoongi, who's hand rests at the base of his cock. "Are you going to get over here and screw us," His breath hits the back of my neck, adding to the pleasure he's providing me with. "Or are you just going to get off to two of your students fucking?" He smirks once again. Without saying a word Yoongi, still undressed, climbs into the bed with Jungkook and I. Now, I know what a fucking centipede is, but I never agreed to this shit. Before I can say anything, the boy drilling into me let's out a moan and I'm guessing it's because Yoongi is penetrating him at the moment. I'm about to object to this completely at once when the pleasure hits, halting my words. I let out a long string of moans that mingle with Jungkook's. This definitely better than wasting away at school or... talking to someone about all of my issues. The sound of skin slapping against skin against skin slapping against skin is deafening against the glass walls and windows, same with our screams a moans of pleasure. I'm on a cloud nine of ecstasy as Jungkook continues to drill has destructive cock into me getting me closer. His moans do nothing but suggest that Yoongi fucking wrecking him. Yoongi's thrusts are fast, which forces Jungkook to go almost just the same pace and causes the bed to give a constant creek. All of the motion and nonstop force make me think that it's only minutes from collapsing. But thankfully it holds up just long enough for me to orgasm a second time. I fall to my stomach and can only assume that Yoongi and Jungkook both released as well because they're slumped down the same way I am and breathing heavily. Yoongi mumbles to neither of us in particular before I finally fall asleep due to the exhaustion build up.   "And that is why you're my favorite student,"   Then it's all over. ***** Sometimes People Tell The Truth. ***** "I just don't see how the hell you've missed so many days of school." My dad addresses me in the parent-teacher conference. "I see you leave for school every single morning!" I can't even look at him right now, the shame being too much for me to deal with. I knew that it would be like this from the moment he woke me up this morning, happy to hear about all of the progress Lila Arts Academy has made on me along with the numerous achievements he expected. You know how I've managed to miss exactly 84 days of school? Hoeing around like an idiot. Honestly I wished my home room teacher would've just shut her stupid mouth and let me slide by without a phone call to my dad. But it's the end of the school year, and she didn't give a shit about my feelings. He's infuriated, and I can feel the anger radiate next to me. I have no answer that would make him proud but it seems as though the, slightly shaken and quite clueless, teacher does. "Well, Mr. Park, I have one way for Saeyoung to pass the school year even with her total of unexcused absences." My father next to me seems to calm down at the mention of a solution. I'm still unable to face him, for obvious reasons. The one thing my father had all of these years to himself was me. He worked hard to raise me up into the direction my mother was in. She was beautiful, and successful...but she lacked common sense. This is why he kept me away from Nari. He put me in school and kept me away from boys, apart from Seokjin. Maybe I should've listened to him. "I'm going to the restroom," Is all I say before leaving the room, rudely and not even waiting for them to dismiss me properly. What a fantastic way to spend a free Saturday morning, right? Parent conference day leaves the school deserted apart from wandering kids trying to escape the wrath of their parents, with an excuse like bathroom break just like me. I'm just walking around, idle and without a particular destination in mind when my heart stops. "S-Saeyoung Park? Oh my god, I need to talk to you." He rushes towards me and completely drops everything he's doing. Like I said, the hallways are deserted. We're alone and I'm clearly helpless. I feel my eyes doubling in size and the overwhelming urge to scream and run for help. Someone please. Literally anyone at all. Anyone in the entire world. My mind tells me to run but my legs are stubborn. The gravity of the situation hits me but all too late because his large hand has already entrapped my wrist, preventing me from running correctly. "Please." I try to shout but my throat is dry. "I need to talk to you, just listen." Just listen. I look into the eyes of the enemy and attempt to hear what he's saying to me. "I am so sorry for hurting you at Taehyung's party." An apology is a step in the right direction. "You completely violated me." "I was wasted! And I wasn't thinking clearly, but I know that can't undo what I did to you. Please just give me one minute to explain everything to you. I've been looking for you for almost a week but you haven't been at school and it's all my fault," Hoseok begins to cry, and I don't know... It's something about the genuine tears I see streaming down his face and the swelling hurt in his eyes... There's just something about being able to bring a guy down and make him hurt that makes me feel... powerful. I jerk my hand away from his grip and feel chills return to it at the loss of his warm contact. Tears of my own find their way to my eyes as well as a pang of hurt in my heart with resurfaced thoughts of that night.     "You have one minute."     ****   "My jack ass friends kept shoving shots at me. That night was my first night ever drinking and... it definitely will be my last." Hoseok begins now that we're in the privacy of an empty and dark classroom. "Tae kept talking to me about this girl he knew would sleep with any guy, and that she was easy, but he was drunk too." I can still feel traces of tears falling softly as I stay silent in my spot close to the door, not able to trust my assaulter. As soon as we got into this room, the first thing I told him to do was get as far away from me as possible. In response, he's currently standing by the furthest window. "I knew it was you that he was talking about but at the time, I thought that you were a sweet and innocent girl. I didn't know that you... anyway when I found you I remember having this urge to grab you and to feel you... god..." I can clearly see that what he did to me is hurting him, but I'll be damned if I show empathy towards a rapist. "I remember you crying the whole time.. and when I woke up the next morning I felt like a... rapist." He walks closer to me as slowly as possible, to not startle me. "My younger sister was raped as a child, so I grew up hating people that would do things like that to smaller and weaker people." "I don't see what this has to do with an apology." I cross my arms over my chest and take a step back. My head instinctively falls to the ground as to hide the tears in my eyes. "But saying I'm sorry won't change anything," He's so much closer to me than when he started out. "I don't even expect you to forgive me. Not in a million years." "I..." A sentence forms on my tongue but it dies soon. "But I need you to know that what I did that night is not who I am. I'm not some predator that goes around hurting his classmates like that." He's impossibly closer to me now, and this forces me to press my back against the wall in a failed attempt to be farther away from him. I don't think that he's going to hurt me like that again, but you can see why in having a tough time trusting this guy, right? "I need you to know that before I did that to you," Hoseok is so close now that I can feel his breath fanning my face softly. My tears have stopped but his haven't, and I can see his eyes begging me to forgive his actions.   "I was falling in love with you," ***** Learn To Share. ***** I guess you can say I was getting overwhelmed with all of the emotions rushing at me and taking shots at me like I was a punching bag. They were silenced for a moment. The moment Hoseok kissed me after saying something like that. This act seemed to satisfy them, because... ... here I am. Sitting again in this parent-teacher conference like nothing just happened. Trying to hide the permanent blush etched across my expression. And attempting, yet failing, to forget Hoseok's amazing smile. That smile that surfaced after I told him that I could find a way to forgive him for everything he did. When deep down... I already have. See? Maybe that's all I needed to fix my issues. The issues with the assaults. My thoughts have been effected by the actions he chose that night. I'm not proud to say... ... that I've been tempted to take my own life. Just to escape those thoughts. But this isn't a pity party. "This is a pamphlet for summer courses at the community college across the street from the junior high school. Saeyoung will need to take six classes during the first and last week of the three months of summer." She exhales this and hands a pile of paper work towards him. God, I can't even be here anymore. I'm zoning out.     *****   "Saeyoung, you need to take your education more seriously!" My dad screams, slamming the front door. "What have you been doing that you don't even have time to show up for your damn classes?" I don't answer, at the brink of tears, running upstairs to lock myself in my room. Before I can step foot into the room he grabs my arm and turns my body to face him. "Listen to me, Saeyoung." I know he's not going to punish me since I'm his only child that isn't "screwed up." I'm fucked up in my own way, but he thinks I'm less corrupted compared to Nari. "One day... one day you're going to be an adult. You're not going to get anywhere without a high school diploma or a college degree." He starts off compassionate, but I can tell he's cutting it short to avoid being late for work so he gets serious. "Saeyoung, I'll be damned if I let you turn out like Nari. So if I don't see a change in your grades, we'll have to move you to a different city. There's clearly too many distractions here." That's the last thing he spares before he grabs his keys and holsters his gun... and leaves.     I decide to take nap, you know, since it's raining so hard right now. As soon as I sit my freshly brewed mint tea on the table next to my bed and prepared to sleep my troubles away... my doorbell interrupted me. "Shit," I grab a hoodie and slide it over my torso that was only covered by a lace bra. Who the fuck... "Jungkook?" I squint my eyes as they adjust from the darkness that was in my room. "What are you doing here?" "Hey there, Saeyoung." He peaks his head in and seems to check for other people. Before I can say anything, Jungkook has brushed aside me and entered my house without any permission from me. "You know, you could've at least taken your coat off, brat." He, being young and all, wanders curiously down my hall and ends up in the den. "Jungkook, I was actually about to get some rest." "I'll leave in a minute. There's just something I wanted to talk about with you." I huff at him, interrupting my nap. The audacity. "Make it quick, yeah?" "Okay," he zips his black hoodie up and slides the hood over his head. "I wanted to know if you'd stop seeing Yoongi." My eyes instinctively moved up to meet his. Why would he come all the way over here to ask me this?   It's obvious that I'm going to say no.     "What?" We both know that Yoongi is very bisexual, but enjoys girls just a tad more than boys. "He told us to share, or be punished." "Yeah, yeah, I know that. But think about it." He seems to be trying to reassure me, but I'm not falling for his shit. "We wouldn't have to share anything if one of us willingly let him go." "Why does it have to be me?" I cross my arms over my chest, defensively. "Because I had him first, and it's not like you don't have a line-up of guys just waiting to screw you." I scoff at his bold words. "What the hell do you mean by that? There's no way I'd give anything up for you. You're acting like a dick." "What is with everyone calling me a dick? I talked to your friends about this on their way home and they were pissed as fuck." The world stops, as does my heart and everything around me is frozen. No, please no. "Which friends?" I hastily ask Jungkook. "Which friends!" This was a secret. Between me and my daddy. Now the only two people who gave me an escape from this side of my life know. They know. That I'm a slut. And right now I'd give anything to be dead, and not in my reality. ***** This Pain? You Deserve It. ***** My entire body as numbed from the shock. "You told...you told," "Kim Seokjin, and the hot cheerleader girl. Can't remember her fucking name for my life though. Anyway, I asked them what the odds of you doing me this favor were and they just looked at me like I was insane." This is not happening. Jin was not supposed to know about Yoongi. I'll be lucky if he ever talks to me again. And Audrey? She wasn't supposed to know anything to begin with! "You idiot!" I shout at him. "You fucking idiot! How could you be so stupid?" He rolls his eyes and stalks over to me. "I'm done playing around with you, Saeyoung." His rough hands latch on to my shoulders as he forcefully pushes me against a bookshelf. Wiping it clean, and leaving a large pile of books and picture frames on the hardwood floors. Pain erupts in my left arm, as I feel a fresh patch of bruises bloom painfully in dark colors. I hear more thunder crackle against the grey skies, as I slum down against the wall. My eyes remain on Jungkook, frightened, which is exactly why I can see him so clearly when his bare palm swings to make contact with my right cheek. Slap! And all I can feel his the stinging sensation of his hand print forming against my pale skin. It's a long while before anything else happens. All I can hear, minus the rain dancing across the roof, would be Jungkook's ragged breaths against mine. It's fooling around with these guys that get me caught up in situations like this. "You're going to do as I say, or I'll do much worse." He finally speaks up. Little does this bastard know, that he's already done worse.     Twenty nine. That's the number of missed calls I've received from Jin. Zero. That's the number of missed calls I've received from Audrey. One. That's the number of missed calls of I've received from Yoongi.     Jin gives up on calling me around midnight but I don't hold it to him when he begins furiously knocked on my front door. I don't move from my spot in front of the door, and once Jin sees me not moving, he takes it upon himself to just use the spare key we have hidden and unlock it himself. He drops the key and doesn't bother to even close the door as he stumbles down the few steps and grabs me, enveloping me in a warm embrace. Neither of us have to say anything. He can probably feel the tears falling from my eyes and soaking the fabric of his t-shirt. There's no specific reason why I'm crying for him. It's just a feeling that came to me as soon as I saw him. "I don't hate you for it." He whispers, letting his own stray tears fall onto me. "I'm so... tired of this, Saeyoung." He lets go of me, but I still rest my head on his shoulder with my arms wrapped around his waist securely. When I finally let go of him his face is expressionless. "This bullshit drama that comes with being so damn close to you... I can't deal with it anymore." "Seokjin, I-" I start. "Just shut the fuck up and let me say this." He snaps, but doesn't really shout this. When I jump he calms himself down by taking several deep breaths and facing away from me. "You make it so difficult... for people to love you, Sae." He still isn't looking at me, but more or less out the window at the rain we've been getting for a few days now. "I tried. I spent years trying to get you to understand how much you're worth." Tears are falling and falling from both of our eyes at this point. "You're never going to fucking get it!" I sit down forcefully as he leans in to yell in my face. When he paces to the other side of the room, Jin rests his hands on his hips, stares at the wall, looks down, and exhales deeply. He doesn't even look at me when he finally turns around. "Okay. I don't think you even... I don't think you understand what the hell I'm saying to you. Maybe you do, I don't know. Maybe you're acting like you don't so you can keep acting like a... slut. It doesn't matter now. I'm done." Jin throws his hands up in exasperation and makes his way to me again, piercing his eyes into mine. I stay silent, and don't even breathe. "I'm finished with you. I tried to help you, but look." He buries his hands in his light brown hair and removes them with a small bundle of strands. "You are literally causing my hair to fall out! So, Saeyoung, I'm leaving you for my own good." Jin walks over to the door, and pulls it wide open and this time I follow him. "And I refuse to come back, to be unappreciated by..." His eyes meet mine one more time. "... a slut." I know it wasn't his intention to hurt me, because my best friend wouldn't do that on purpose.       But he just told me that he's not my best friend anymore, didn't he? ***** My Life In A Nutshell, From Hell. ***** During everyday of my life, for the past few months, a recurring thought has swept its way into my brain. My mother wouldn't be proud of me. I'm sure that if she were still alive, she wouldn't raise me to sleep around constantly. She'd raise me to do well in school. She's probably stirring in her grave and shaking her head from heaven, in disappointment. These thoughts plague me daily.   "Saeyoung! I'm not letting you skip school today. Come on! It's the last day. You can do it!" My dad shouts this from downstairs but I feel too much like a mess to move. I hear him jogging up the stairs and he knocks on my door. "Come in," I cough. "Saeyoung," He walks over to my bed as I snuggle deeper into the blankets to hide from the light streaming in from all directions. "Dad, I feel really sick today. Can't you just write a note?" I ask, feeling my head pound from talking. "I'll go get the thermometer." But before he can even turn around, a climbing feeling eases its way through my throat and I end up leaping out of bed to get to the bathroom. My body exiles all of my stomachs contents in a hurry, causing my dad to already be in a frenzy. I don't really get sick often, so this is strange. I slump against the tub wall and recover from the heaving. "Maybe... I can write you a note. Are you sure it's got nothing to do with the amount of guys you screw, sweetie?" Panic seizes my chest as I look up at my father in bewilderment. "What?" "Does it have to do with your female cycle, sweetie. I know it's a little strange to talk about this with your father." His face turns red and he uncomfortably looks away. "You know? I'm just going to go get that thermometer." And he speeds out of the bathroom. My guilt is catching up to me. One day, he will find out about me and there's nothing I can do about that. It was my choice, but if I could go back I'd change it. Maybe I should tell him before someone beats me to it.             "Okay Saeyoung, if you need anything at all today, just call me at work." My dad worries, since I rarely become sick. "I'll be fine dad," I smile at him weakly as he checks his watch and struggles through the door. "Okay, okay I know. I'll be back home around eleven P.M. But I'll try to get off sooner." That won't happen. "Bye dad," I close the door quickly so he's not late. When he finally drives away, I wait until it's safe (know him he'll get scared and come back) to rush upstairs. I search in all of my drawers, looking for it but it's not there. What the hell? No, when I finally really need it... it's just disappeared? Don't panic. I'll just have to call someone to help me with this, but that seems pretty difficult at the moment.   Since I don't have any friends.   "That's so much for doing this. I know it's... a little weird." Alex laughs and steps, hesitantly, into my living room. "Of course, I'd help you out. I can't stay long though. I have to get to school." "Well thanks, seriously." Alex hands me the grocery store bag, before encasing my small frame in a deep hug. "Good luck, Saeyoungie." "Thanks," I beam when he leaves. I close the front door for good this time, and feel my heart fall out of my chest. I've never actually taken a pregnancy test before, but I have a feeling it'll come naturally or whatever. I close the door to my bathroom, already knowing where this is going but not really wanting to admit it to myself.   I might've just ruined my life. ***** Nothing Matters If You're Dead. ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Thinking back in the past few days of my life; there was only one constant feeling. Regret. I can't blame it on anyone else, no one but myself because I made those choices. I'm pregnant. I have to... have to do a better job than my father did. I have to be around for this kid. How am I supposed to do this alone? I don't even know who the father is. I stare at myself in the mirror, black tear streaks running down my cheeks. My wet hair clinging to the moist skin of my neck. I'm surrounded by the aftermath of a bathroom, after a mental breakdown. The pregnancy test rests on the sink, still showing two bars. Positive.   Positive.   That's it.   I gather all of the things I'll need for the rest of the day including paper, pencils, and envelopes. The right thing to do is explain myself. One letter to Jin, Audrey, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Nari, Jungkook, Hyeon, Hoseok, Alex, and my father. I have to explain some things to these people. Why I'm choosing such a painful path? What happened to me. Some of these people chose to hurt me, some tried to help me, and the rest were simply important to me. But they all deserve an explanation. I'm going to give them one. I'll make sure the know that they had a part in... my death.   Then I'll be gone. Chapter End Notes Okay, when I was writing this it went in a "Thirteen Reasons Why" direction and that's not at all what I had planned, but I don't hate this chapter so I didn't rewrite it. Sorry, if you don't like it. ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [Start] ***** Chapter Notes Alright, this is where it starts getting a little ridiculous m. As I said before this was a WATTPAD NOVEL originally, but I haven't been active on Wattpad lately. On Wattpad it's not strange to Space out chapters like this and drag them out, but instead of editing it all around the notes I'm just going to incline it to one segment. Separate chapters though, but their short and descriptive enough to get Saeyoung's point across. I currently sit at the kitchen table. A pen in my hand, and several sheets of paper. I thought that it would've been a decent idea to... I don't know... email? That just doesn't seem personal enough. I mean come on, this is a goodbye letter addressed to twelve of the most important people in my life.       In order of no particular order at all, but especially starting with someone that deserved better than me. ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [1/12] ***** Kim Seokjin.     Without you, I would never learned what love is. It's because of you that I figured out what I was truly worth. No one was willing to teach me the right way. You're pure, and kind. Your love is something that most people will strive for and still would never have. I wanted to spend more time loving you.   You deserved better than me.   — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [2/12] ***** My father, Sang-cheol Park.   I wish I had been more honest with you in my life, but I'm not sure I could live with myself if you knew that you were raising...   a slut.   — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [3/12] ***** Audrey Lee.     I can't even apologize enough, so I won't. I don't want my last words to you seem empty. So for my last words to you, I think I'm going to say...     — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [4/12] ***** Alex Lee.   I just need to thank you. This is a real thank you, because you always understood me. Throughout our entire childhood together, you were there.   — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [5/12] ***** Jung Hoseok.     You were a total mistake. The only mistake I'm glad I made.     — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [6/12] ***** Kim Taehyung.   I don't think you understood what we were doing, but I'm happy we did it. I cared about you.   — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [7/12] ***** Park Jimin.   First and foremost, fuck you. I'm glad I did, but it would've been best if I didn't.     — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [8/12] ***** Hyeon Ja.   You're on this list because I wanted to tell you how much I hated you one last time. Nothing more.       Bitch.     — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [9/12] ***** Nari Park.   Honestly, it's not that you hurt me or deserved better than me.   Nari, I deserved better than you...     — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [10/12] ***** Kim Namjoon.   No matter how many times I shouted the fucking safe word... I'm not even sure you knew what you were doing to me. In case you didn't... You were hurting me.   — Saeyoung Park ***** x Everyone, From The School Slut [11/12] ***** Jeon Jungkook.     I gave you something, that didn't belong to you and you used it to destroy me. You destroyed me on my last day alive. I think that you're the person that really pushed me over the edge. But it's my fault for letting you.   — Saeyoung Park ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [12/12] ***** Min Yoongi.   I hate you. From the bottom of my broken heart, I hate you. To the moon and back, I hate you. With everything that I had left, I hated you. This started with you, and I let it end with you. You once told me, on the day that you assualted me by forcing your cock down my throat, that you had a weakness for young girls. Well, your weakness killed me. So I guess, Min Yoongi, you could say that not only were you the father of my unborn child, but you're the reason I killed myself.     You're the real fucking reason.     — Saeyoung Park, that seventeen year old girl that you fucked and killed. ***** To Everyone, From The School Slut [End] ***** Chapter Notes Alright so firstly, I'd just like to say that this chapter will include thoughts, mentions, and definite suicide. I am in no way condoning the act of killing yourself or suggesting that. If you are having thoughts like that, first of all... don't read this. Second of all, Toll free call at the Official Suicidal Prevention Hotline 1-800-273-8255 Boom. Chapter Fifty : To Everyone, From The School Slut [End] Chapter Status : Edited   • Saeyoung •     Dying hurts. It's the only thing that can cross my mind, fully at this moment. There were so many choices that I could go with in order to commit suicide. I went with drowning. Okay so at first I was thinking... how fucking hilarious it would be if I drowned in Min Yoongi's pool or something. No? Admit it though, that shit would've been funny as hell. No, but his front gate was locked so here I am filling up my bathtub will ice cold water. Maybe my body temperature will drop too low before the actual drowning kicks in. It may seem like I'm relatively calm for someone that's about to die, but I'm just trying to die with my sense of humor so I can tell jokes in hell. I took the liberty to chain my kinky handcuffs to the tub sides so when I get in I can handcuff myself. I can't have myself coming back up for air if I decide to chicken out. No, it's either this or living my life. That's just not an option at this point. When the tub fills to the level I need it to be I look at myself one last time in the mirror. Smart girl, didn't even have the decency to change out of my school uniform. But it's too late, my dad might be home soon to check on his pregnant whore of a daughter. Look at me. I lost. I couldn't live like this anymore though. I'm in a position in which... Dying is my last option. I don't put it off anymore. As I lower myself into the ice cold liquid, the sting of its temperature burns every inch of my pale skin. My theory of body temperature killing me first seems to be true. My shoulders are next. "Fuck," I curse when I find that I'm not adjusting to the water. My face is literally the last thing that's above the water. I feel the tickle of my long hair snaking at the back of my throat. Before I fully plunge into the water, I test my handcuffs. Furry and pink, yet they're very secure when I pull on them. Alarmingly, I notice that I can't even sit back up because of them. Now I really can't turn back. I'm going to die and it's just that. Thinking quickly, I remember that I left all of the letters securely on my desk. They're in a place where they'll definitely be found when they need to be. The water licks viciously at my skin and some spills out from my movements only to splash out into the floor. Suicide is one of the most, scratch that, the most selfish things a person can do.           Saeyoung Park is very selfish. ***** The School Slut : Epilogue ***** Chapter Notes This chapter contains mentions of thoughts and definite suicide. If you or someone you know is currently having, has had, or is prone to suicidal thoughts please do not read this. I am not condoning the idea of suicide. This is pure fiction, and all comes from the imagination of the author. Thank you. See the end of the chapter for more notes • Audrey •   Have you ever known someone in your life that was truly your everything and more? They're exceptionally beautiful inside and out and they have this amazing sense of humor that's just insane. They're kind. Maybe that side of them isn't clear to anyone else but it's evident to you. You know you couldn't live in a world they didn't exist in. They're literally the light of your life. And you're completely in love with them. Have you ever had one of those people in your life... Only to be useless to them when they needed you the most? They make you feel like a failure.         "Saeyoung Park destroyed me." I state clearly, not caring that her father is still sensitive with the past events of his child. "Sang-cheol Park, I can not express the guilt I feel knowing that there's more that I could've done." "My daughter killed herself, and you feel guilty? No one in the entire world should feel worse than I do." I know why he's called me to his house. He has hopes of getting personal information out of me that could pertain to the suicide of his daughter. The letters never truly explained much. The only one that actually led us to a conclusion was the one written for Min Yoongi. He was promptly arrested afterwards and I heard that his wife moved out of town with their kids that exact night. We also concluded that the only way we could really know what Saeyoung was up to in her life was to get it out of her other best friend Kim Seokjin, since she told him everything. But he's of no help at the moment... "I'm sorry, Mr. Park. I should probably get to school." We all know about the pain Saeyoung's dad actually went through after her death. He had to walk in to find his daughter floating in a bathtub and weeks later, arrange her funeral. Only a very strong person could deal with something like that and keep it together at work, while he's forced to file a report on what she did. He stays in his seat and just stares ahead, not bothering to stop me from leaving. I start walking down the sidewalk and can already see my school in view. Right after Saeyoung died, everyone changed. But I think Seokjin changed the most and definitely for the worse. He hasn't been to school, and her death was almost three months ago. I still visit him daily, but he refuses to eat, to sleep, and to even speak to his family. My thoughts get away from me and I end up changing course for the school and instead to Jin's house. I don't even bother knocking on the door, knowing from past experience that he'll just wait until I leave. As a result, I just grab his spare key from under the lawn chair and let myself in. I know he hasn't even bothered to leave his bed so that's where I start. His house isn't clean but that's because I don't think his parents really care about what others think. I don't even think like having guests over. I think Saeyoung once told me that Jin did all the cleaning at home. "Seokjin?" I peek into his room, the only light filtering in from his barely open curtains. I walk in and don't even bother to wait for his permission to enter. I rest at the side of his bed where his head is and pull the blankets back only to find a boy with messy hair and tear streaks. "Seokjin-ah." I whisper, causing him to finally open his eyes. "How are you?" Saying that Jin was 'upset' is a definite understatement. Saeyoung's death had to be the absolute worse thing that's ever happened to this boy. I just need to be there to keep him from making such a terrible mistake. A mistake like Saeyoung's. He doesn't talk, just stares back at me expressionless. I have to get him to move sooner or later. I get up from my spot and drop my backpack next to his bed. I swing my legs carefully over him and straddle his waist. Soon I discover that he's shirtless, but that'll make what I'm about to do more easy. "Seokjin-ah~" I whine. "Come on, you need to go outside." I give him a cheeky smile and place my hands on his sides, before gingerly moving my fingernails against his exposed skin, gently tickling him. He can't help but to smile and laugh at what I'm doing. Tickling Jin works, because he's basically a cat. "Okay, okay! Audrey! I'm talking." He tries to get me to stop through bursts of laughter. When I finally pull my hands off of his sides, I replace them to his chest. He calms down and places his hands on my hips, keeping me in place on his lap while he lays down. All you can hear is the sound of our heavy breathing. "Audrey, what am I going to do?" His eyes bore straight into mine and out of the back of my head. I look away uncomfortably. "The only thing you can do." I look back at him, this guy that was in love with my best friend. "Move on." I see the beginnings of tears falling from his face. Unstoppable, I brush my thumb against Seokjin's delicate skin to wipe them away. "I loved her so much," He sits up and clings to me. My hands rest in his soft hair, while I console the crying boy. "I loved her too," I feel my own tears starting, causing me to cling to him in return. "But loving her won't bring her back. It'll just help us remember that there was someone to love." My own tears fall softly but the tremble in my voice is evident. No matter what she thought, she wasn't... a slut.     Saeyoung Park was someone to love, if a bit selfish. Chapter End Notes Thank you guys, so much for reading my shitty writing! It means so much to me that this book got so popular with all of my multiple communities. I put lots of time and effort into this novel, so this is exactly what my expectations were (if a bit exceeded) and I CAN NOT thank you all enough. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!