Haunted By The Secrets [Vmin Au]

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Taehyung glanced up at Jimin, heading towards him with such pretty sparkling eyes that he couldn't avoid him.

"Did you copied the notes? Was it helpful? Need help? Jimin asked the questions in a single breath.

Taehyung still assuming the reason of being mustered by Jimin, noticed a scratch at his neck. Everything suddenly became crystal clear, Jimin was being bullied presumably by Junseok's and his friends, and now he required his help.

But Taehyung didn't seemed in a mood to be a superhero for someone, "Thanks anyway" he greeted, extending Jimin's notebook to him.

Jimin grabbed his notebook and parted his lips to speak, but Taehyung turned towards the class. Jimin followed, struggling to seek Taehyung's help, he felt extremely nervous.

Taehyung seemed expert at maintaining distance, despite being involved in such harsh reality, no one in the class dared to teased him about his brother, not even Junseok. He seemed to avoid Taehyung completely, which meant being around Taehyung could protect
Jimin, as long as Taehyung agreed to help.

But as far as Jimin observed Taehyung, he seemed angry, annoyed by something and smelled of cigarette.

Jimin frowned, sighing heavily, as his first attempt for cracking the wall between himself and Taehyung failed terribly, he earned a chance to speak but couldn't, as Taehyung kept his distance, barely wasted his words to expressed his gratitude and then left.

Following his daily routine, Taehyung took his sketch book out of his bag and put his earphones on, then let himself engrossed in his sketching.

Stood near the board, Jimin glanced at Taehyung, "What a rude punk he is" He thought, "I need to do something else... something workable" He told himself, ruffling the back of his head.

As Jimin took a step closer to his desk, Junseok threw a pen towards him. It hits the corner of his eye and he released a light groan. Momentarily, Jimin diverted his attention towards Junseok, laughing in a mockery.

Jimin furiously clenched his fist, anger visible at his face but he preferred not to say anything.

"Hey looser bring my pen back to me" Junseok commanded.

Jimin glared at Junseok, loosing his patience, "Why don't you ask your servants...since they're always ready to work for you" He answered, then approached his seat.

"Alright...hit me...I need to check Taehyung's reaction" Jimin thought, "If he's good by his heart then he would come to help me....and if not...then I'm done" He told himself, without thinking about the consequences he took the bait.

Jimin could observed the tension slowly rising, as he settled at his seat and heard Junseok's chuckled, he glanced through his shoulder, Seojung looked stunned with the answer and Yuhan boiled with anger.

Jimin then glanced at Taehyung, sketching lines roughly, that Jimin failed to understand, "Will you help me or not?" He thought, his heartbeat raising with each passing moment, as Yuhan rose up angrily and made his way towards him.

Jimin could feel his heart now thudding loudly in his ribcage, ready to jump out, sweat prickled down at the back of his neck as Yuhan walked closer to him.

Right at the moment, Jimin quickly shifted his attention towards Taehyung, and gently pulled his sleeve.

Taehyung annoyingly looked up at Jimin, taking his earphones out of his ears.

"What now?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"You remember you have maths test today" Jimin said, with a smile, " Need help?" He asked, his pointer finger constantly tapping the hard surface of the desk, "Please help me Taehyung" he pleaded in his heart, eyes begging for help.

Jimin startled, as Yuhan appeared angrily before his desk and grabbed his collar, gritting his teeth, he raised his hand to punch.

Taehyung realizing the subtlety of the time quickly stood up and prevent Yuhan punching at Jimin's face by holding his fist.

"Step back now" Taehyung threatened.

Jimin gasped a long breath, looking at Taehyung angered face, his veiny hand using all strength to hold Yuhan's fist, his eyes hidden behind his strength growing darker, his long and shallow breathe as he forcefully shove Yuhan back.

Jimin stood up quickly, allowed Taehyung to come at the center of the class, although his heartbeat still loud enough to keep him on the edge.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Yuhan shouted, pushing Taehyung's shoulder slightly.

Taehyung smirked, and for a moment he seemed like a demon has possessed him. His demonic smile sent the shiver down to Yuhan's spine, and so as Jimin appeared petrified as well. He stood near his desk, trying to control his trembling, didn't expect that things would go this far.

"My problems is" Taehyung broke the intense silence, " You're disturbing me and it's upsetting" He said in his deep voice, gritting his teeth, Taehyung threw forceful punch on Yuhan's face and clutching his collar, he slammed Yuhan at the nearest table.

The students who owned their seats stood up, looking afraid and puzzled, while Yuhan rested at the table under the firm grip of Taehyung, writhing like a bird in the mouth of it's predator.

"If you dare to touch him again...I'll make you pay" Taehyung threatened, his chest heaving with fast breath.

"I won't" Yuhan shouted, "Fuck you're about to break my spinal cord" He said helplessly.

Taehyung loosened his grip, he diverted his attention back to Jimin, who looked smaller than ever, petrified like a child, eyes widened, sweat soaking his face, hands trembling as if someone about to kill him.

Jimin couldn't resist to stay in the class, not at least when he was getting panicked. The bait he took worked in his favor, but benefits always comes with consequences.

Struggling to breathe, Jimin turned to the door and left the class. Taehyung followed him outside, he knew Jimin needed someone's help, someone who could make him feel comfortable.

AN: Hope you're enjoying the book, and by the way I'm so obsessed with these AI pictures, (Credit goes to the owners)  and I think it's suits my book very well.