Five

"Don't fucking shove me."

Namjoon steps closer, mere centimeters from Taehyungs nose. The tension is thick and the testosterone is surging at an all-time high.

"Oh for fucks sake, will you two just shut up so we can practice?" Yoongi says as he walks to the stereo.

Jin walks over to Taehyung and places his hand on his shoulder. "Tae, you know what you said to your hyung was uncalled for. Apologize." He turns his attention to Jimin. "You too, Jiminie."

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Layla POV

"Layla!"

I look up from my book seeing a pale Jimin standing in the doorway with his arm around a bloody Jungkook.

....A bloody Jungkook?!

"What the hell happened Jimin?!" I yell while running to the couple. "Sit him down here." I push my purse off of the chair and kneel as soon as Jungkook was seated. Jimin was stuttering and not making any sense on what he was saying. I blocked him out and focused on the little trouble maker in front of me.

"Jungkook?"

His hands were bloody, but no signs of any open wounds. I followed the blood trail up his neck to his forehead. His soft brown hair was matted to his head with blood and a faint purple bruise was beginning to show on his cheek.

"Kook, what happened?"

He made eye contact with me and then sighed. "I fell. No big deal."

I rolled my eyes and turned to Jimin. "Where is everyone else?"

He takes a deep breath and starts playing with the hem of his shirt. "In, uh, Manager-nims office."

I grit my teeth and narrow my gaze at Jimin. "Why?"

I feel Jungkook tense and I look back at him. His cheeks were flushed and his gaze was averted to the ground.

"Jimin get out." I sigh.

Jimin rushes out of the room and soon JK and I were alone. I take cleansing cloths out of my bag and start cleaning the dried blood from his face.

"Kook, tell me the truth." I say while trying to make eye contact. He rolls his eyes and keep his head bowed.

"Look, I'm going to be here for a long time. I'd like us to be friends. You can tell me what happened and I won't think less of you." He sucked in his breath and brought his eyes to mine. "Wanna talk about it?"

He half smiles at me. "It was nothing. We were just fooling around during practice."

"Who hit you?"

"Taehyung."

I nod. "Thank you for telling me, Kook. Let me check your eyes to make sure you don't have some sort of concussion."

He nods and I start to take good care of him. Every slight movement I made to clean his face, he would blush and then look back to the ground. For someone I was sure that didn't like me, he was acting super nervous with everything I done. I started to feel bad about how I handled him the night I met him.

"Hey." I said while pulling his chin up to look at me. "I'm sorry about last night."

He smiles. A full smile this time. "Don't worry about it. I got a full nights rest because of it."

I laugh. "Okay. Well JK, you're all done!"

I put all of my tools back in the bag and throw the used and soiled swabs and cloths in the trash bin beside the desk.

"Think you can handle dancing right now?"

"I'll be fine. Thank you, Dr. Lee."

"Call me Layla."

He blushes again and hurries to the door. "I better get back to practice. See you later, Layla."

I smile at him and once the door is shut, a scowl makes its way across my face. When the day is done, I've got one thing left on my agenda.

Kim Taehyung, your ass is mine.

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The boys and I pile into the dorms and they scatter off to their rooms one by one. Taehyung stands in the living room, grabbing the controller to the Xbox. When he turns it on, I walk over to it and shut it off.

"Aish, why did you do that?"

I cross my arms and glare. "What the fuck did you do to Jungkook?"

He rolls his eyes. "It's none of your business, Layla." He spits. "It's over and done with."

I walk over to him and shove him against the wall. His eyes widen for a moment before he glares at me. I return the exact same thing.

"Get off of me."

"Why don't you hit me, Tae? Since you're feeling big and bad. Come on. Do it."

"I'm not hitting you."

"If you can hit Kook, you can hit me."

I slam my hands into his chest. "Come on Taehyung! Hit me!"

I shove him again. He grabs my wrist and pulls me close to him. My hearts beating fast and my cheeks are red.

"Back off, Layla."

I gathered all the courage I had and brought my face to his. I stared into his eyes before glancing down at his lips.

"Make me."

Taehyung looks down at my lips for just a second. I don't know what's wrong with me. I want him to kiss me. I know it's wrong. I shouldn't be like this. Hell, I just had a moment with Namjoon this morning. I wasn't going to be Bangtans whore.

But I couldn't help it.

I pressed my lips to his just as fast as a heart would beat. He's kissing me back aggressively and groans. I pull his hair and in one swift motions I'm on my back, in the middle of the living room with Taehyung on top of me. I grab the collar of his shirt and bring him closer, I don't want any space between us. His tongue darts out looking for access and I allow him. Our tongues are fighting.

This isn't romantic. This isn't loving.

This is full on hatred bubbling up into a fire and burning up the two people in flames.

He ran his hand down my side and unbuttoned the top of my pants. I pull my lips away and push him back.

"We can't."

"We can. Just be quiet."

I threw caution out the window and let him take the lead. His lips attacked my once more as his free hand unzipped my pants and pulled them down. He pulled my shirt up to reveal my bra. He lets go of my lips and kisses my from neck to the middle of my stomach. He looks back up at me and winks.

"Don't make a sound."

I nod and then close my eyes when he pulls my panties down. He spreads my legs just a bit before he sinks his head in between my thighs. I take a sharp breath in when the warm from his breath meets the burning heat of me.

He slaps my thighs. "Be quiet."

I nod again and grab his hair. I arched my back when he started his tongue assault. I couldn't breathe. His tongue reached deeper and deeper and I was in heaven. He slowly insisted one finger before moving his attention to my clit. In and out and up and down. I was losing the fight within me.

He added another finger and I wanted to scream. I slapped my hand over my mouth and enjoyed the sensations that Tae was giving me.

"Tae, I'm gonna come." I moaned.

"Hold on."

He brings his lips up to mine and starts pumping his fingers faster. I feel it starting and I come apart, moaning into his mouth. When my high calms down, he kisses me slower and brings his hands up to caress my face. He stops the kiss by taking my bottom lip with his teeth, biting and pulling it gently.

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Authors POV

"That was the hottest thing that has ever happened in this house."

Layla and Taehyung turn their heads to the voice that came from the darkness. They break apart and Layla quickly pulls her underwear and pants on, Taehyung on the other hand, was standing uncomfortably while trying to hide the massive hard on raging in his pants.

"Don't stop on my account. I was enjoying the show."

Taehyungs eyes squint and then widen when he realizes who is there.

"Yoongi hyung?" He steps back and looks over at Layla who is beet red and staring at Yoongi in horror.

Yoongi steps out of the shadows and stands in front of them both with a darkness and hint of lust in his eyes.

"Why don't we bring this party to my room?"