Mini Red Scooter

Sora's POV

"We're here," Taehyung announced, coming to a halt. I sat motionlessly on his bike without uttering a word. I can't feel my body anymore.

"Yah, are you okay?" Taehyung asks, turning to look at me. I didn't respond but stared at him with my soulless eyes. I can't even voice out my words.

"Why are you like this??" He chuckled and got off the bike. He reaches out to unfasten my chin strap and slightly smiles at my drained expression. He's crazy.

"Knock, knock. Wake up, you look like you've just seen a ghost," He patted my head and slowly... I turned to look at him with a blank expression.

"T-that was the closest I've been to being dead..." I stuttered while staring at Taehyung, causing him to smirk at me. Does he really think this is funny?

"Aigo, I'm sorry. Come on, let's take a look at your school," He suddenly encircled his arm around my waist, startling me with his touch.

"W-what are you doing?!" I smacked his back in shock.

"Getting you on to your feet..." He muttered, easily lifting me off his bike before setting me onto the pavement. But my feet gave up on me, so I ended up wobbling onto the ground. I hate him.

"God, I'm sorry. I didn't know Busan girls have weak hearts!" Taehyung laughed and grabbed onto my arms to stabilize me. I turned to glare at him after hearing his teasing words. Taehyung smiled innocently at me and shook his head in disbelief. He's not even sorry!

"If you want to kill me just tell me," I grimaced at him as he turned to walk toward the building.

"Why would I kill you? I'd rather spend my time plotting another alpha's death," He shrugged, placing his hands in his pocket. Death? I can't even tell if he's joking???

"What are you talking about?" I asked, turning to look at him unsurely. He kills people? Is it supposed to be a joke?

"Ah, you don't get it I forgot. I shouldn't tell you. Don't worry, I'm not a murderer," He shrugged as we wandered around the empty university. This is weird, appa didn't tell me anything about alphas. Now I'm curious.

"Ah, Jungkook is right. This place is crappy," Taehyung studied the buildings with a disappointed look. I turned to look at the building and it looked pretty decent to me. Confused, I tilted my head at him. How is it crappy?

"It looks fine to me though. This is better than what we have back in Busan," I curiously glanced around the area.

"Hah... you will not think the same way if you see our university," He shook his head. I rolled my eyes at his words. Of course, it's better! They're super rich! Just then, I turn to find someone peeping at us from the corner of the building. The person was ducking back and forth as if he was spying on us, is he?

"Uh..." I said turning to look at Taehyung but he was already looking in the direction. He uneasily watched the person with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"We should go..," He finally spoke up, pulling me towards the entrance in a hurry. Ah no no no. Not again. Why is he suddenly like this? He keeps dragging me!

"I don't want to..." I groaned as we got closer to the bike, but Taehyung didn't seem to hear me. He proceeded to drag me at a quick pace. Is he deaf?! Annoyed, I yanked my arm away from his grasp, so he anxiously turned to look at me after my sudden withdrawal.

"I promise I'll drive slowly. We have to leave," He assured, restlessly examining the building. What's wrong?? He seems frightened...? He keeps glancing around the area with a nervous expression.

"Come on," Taehyung insisted. He placed the helmet on my head and quickly tightened the chin strap for me.

"I- ah... omo! " I was about to complain but was cut short when he abruptly picked me up by my waist and positioned me on his bike.

"Hang on tight," He warned, hopping onto his bike, and we launched forward in a rush before I could respond to him.

"Slowly!" I snapped, turning around to look at the building again and sure enough, I saw a figure standing in the corner again. That's creepy, but my thoughts were cut short when Taehyung suddenly hit his brake- almost tipping us over... scaring the shit out of me.

"What the hell!" I yelped when we nearly ran into a car. The light is red though! Why don't they follow the traffic law!?

"Shit," He cursed, taking a sharp turn down a small street. I held on to him tightly as he sped down the street. Are we in trouble? Why is he like this?!

"Can't we slow down?" I groaned, clutching his jacket tightly. I jammed my eyes shut in fear and leaned against his back because the deadly speed was freaking me out. I don't want to look! I'm really scared!

"I can't slow down or we'll die!" He snapped, peeking through the mirror every few seconds as if he were expecting someone to follow us. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'LL DIE?!

"Going fast will kill us! Not slow! Use your logic!" I screamed in terror when he took a sharp turn again, causing my heart to skip a beat. He didn't reply to me, so I bit my lips to fight the urge to scream at him. I didn't want to bother him since he was fiercely concentrated on driving. 

Taehyung finally let out a huge sigh of relief when we passed through the gates, so I gasped for air when we finally came to an abrupt stop. I didn't want him to touch me again, so I quickly got off his bike and stumbled by myself.

"I'm not getting on that thing again," I shook my head repeatedly at him. Taehyung took off his helmet to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He wasn't even paying attention to me.

"I'll take it off for you," He offered, beckoning me towards him as I struggled to untighten the chin straps. My heart is still racing from the ride! I felt really dizzy, so I let him untighten the straps for me. He was weirdly quiet, so I looked at him unsurely but he nervously avoided my eyes. What's going on?

"Taehyung- oh. Who's this?" A tall guy but not as tall as Taehyung appears in front of us- that's when I realize we aren't at our mansion. There was only one mansion sitting in front of us and it looked nowhere near Taehyung's mansion.

"This is Jang Sora, Sora, this is Park Jimin. My best buddy," Taehyung introduced us to one another after putting my helmet away. Park Jimin...? Sounds familiar... looks familiar... wait. WAIT.

"Nice to meet you..." Jimin greeted, holding out his hand as he stared at me with an unsettled expression.

"Nice to meet you too," I smiled while shaking his hand. He tilts his head to observe me with a baffled expression... making me feel super uncomfortable."I think I've seen you... ah! Aren't you the girl I sent a request to a week or two ago!?" He asks, staring at me with his wide-open eyes in surprise.

"Oh, oh yeah. That's right," I smiled when I remembered his request. How did he know me though?

"What's wrong with you two? You're both out of breath..." Jimin asks, turning to look at Taehyung who is lost in his own mind.

"We need to talk," Taehyung exhaled, turning to look at Jimin with a grim expression. Jimin stared at Taehyung as if he received the telepathic message... they both exchanged glances then turned to look at me.

"Ah, come on in. I'll get you guys some drinks," Jimin nodded, walking into his mansion. It looked like a typical mansion at first until Jimin brought us into this gigantic bar room. Rows... after rows of expensive liquors were lined against the wall. Uh... can they even drink all of it without killing themselves in the process? I thought while staring at the walls of alcoholic drinks inside the bar room.

"What can I get you?" Jimin fired me a flirty smile.

"Water, just water," I replied, sitting down on the stool. Jimin turns to give Taehyung a questioning look but Taehyung just shrugs at him.

"I'll have water too," Taehyung deeply inhaled. He looks weirdly exhausted.

"Huh? Did you say water?" Jimin teased his friend's unexpected choice of drink.

"Oh, water," Taehyung grimaced at Jimin."Araso, it's just that you don't usually drink water... water... for Taehyung... hmmm weird," Jimin shrugged, opening the fridge to grab a few bottles of mineral water. He took out the water bottles, and then placed them on the counter for us.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, feeling slightly dizzy after the wild ride around the city with Taehyung. I feel like puking.

"Ah, down the left corner," Jimin pointed in the direction. Yup, I'm gonna puke.

"Thank you," I smiled, quickly making my way toward the bathroom, and sure enough, I ended up vomiting. Uh- I feel so sick.

"Aish..." I whispered, splashing the cold water against my face to soothe my spinning head. I stared into the mirror... steadily inhaling and exhaling to calm my nerves. I will never ride with Taehyung again. After cleaning myself up... I slowly walked back towards them but stopped when I heard my name, so I quietly leaned against the wall.

"-Are you with her? Who is she? " Jimin asks Taehyung. Are they talking about me...?

"She's just an average. She came here to study," Taehyung replied.

"She's not alpha then? Hmm, you're not the type-"

"Can we stop talking about this? That's not the whole point, I came here because we were being chased. It was a close call," Taehyung interrupted Jimin in irritation. We were being chased? By whom? I only remember seeing a guy in the corner of the building stalking us though?

"Jinja?!" Jimin gasped in shock. What the hell are they talking about?!"Shh! Be quiet!" Taehyung snaps at Jimin.

"I'm telling you it's weird. I haven't been chased for almost two years. Why now?" Taehyung mumbled, tapping the table anxiously. Just then, the door burst open and a lanky-looking guy with black hair came strolling in.

"Jimin- oh hey there..." The guy greeted but halted abruptly when he found me leaning against the wall. I quickly straightened myself in embarrassment and stepped out of the corner.

"Who's this...?" The guy smiled at me with a questioning look, turning to look at Jimin and Taehyung for answers. He has this puffy black hair... almost covering his eyes and a really sharp stare.

"She's Jang Sora," Taehyung dawdled, turning to look at me with one hand rested under his jaw to support his head.

"I'm Shin Minho," The guy grinned, politely holding out his hand. I reached out to shake it and tried to pull away but he refused to let my hand go. What the fuck? I gulped at him uncomfortably when he creepily examined me up and down with a perverted gaze. What's with him???

"Yah. Hands off her you man-whore," Taehyung sighed, pushing Minho away from me. Why are guys so creepy and pervy in Seoul?

"Man-whore?" Jimin repeated Taehyung's words and chuckled hysterically. Minho rolled his eyes at Taehyung and plopped down on the couch with his arms spread out over the headrest.

"You're just jealous of me..." Minho smirked at Taehyung and Jimin. This one is a byuntae. I don't like him.

"Tsk, nah. I'm better than that," Jimin shook his head at Minho.

"So, Sora. I've never heard of you. Which rank are you-"

"She's not an alp- I mean she's just a normal person," Taehyung immediately replied with an unsettled expression. He's not telling me something important and it's annoying me. I know curiosity killed the cat, but I just can't help it! And who are these people?

"Oh wow, then what are you doing with her?" Minho asked. He crossed his legs in disbelief, then glanced at me with an eager look.

"She residing at our mansion. Mr. Jeon's best friend's daughter," Taehyung replied, sitting on the stool again. I feel so left out. What is this?

"Ah, she's still prettier than most though. Would you like to have dinner with me?" Minho grinned, turning to look at me with one of his eyebrows raised. He's disgustingly cocky... looks like shit compared to my precious Yoongi.

"I have a boyfriend," I said shortly. Taehyung suddenly sniggered at Minho.

"Huh, is that Taehyung?" Minho suggests, nodding towards Taehyung. What? Taehyung and I quickly exchange awkward glances.

"What- no!" Both Taehyung and I immediately snapped at him to deny his absurd assumption.

"Ah, okay, chill. I'm pretty sure he's not as cool as me though," Minho smirked at me. Aish he isn't half as good-looking as Yoongi.

"Ani, her boyfriend is way cooler than you," Taehyung smiles sarcastically at Minho causing me to break into a smile.

"Tsk, yeah? Does he own expensive cars? Watches? Clothes?" Minho asks, smugly turning to look at me.

"No, but he can compose really good music," I proudly smiled at him. Minho rolled his eyes at me and shook his head with a cocky expression plastered on his face. How rude...

"What good does that do? I own everything," Minho chuckles, tilting his head to the side to gaze at me with an arrogant smile. I hope he chokes on his pride. Asshole...

"No, you don't," Taehyung laughs at Minho."I do! Name something I don't own. Go on," Minho raised his eyebrow at us. What a narcissist.

"Do you own a mini red scooter?" Taehyung grins, turning to look at me.

"A what?!" Jimin shrieked, suddenly choking on his water. I quietly chuckled at Taehyung's words. I can't believe he said that!

"A mini red scooter. Do you own one?" Taehyung asked Minho again. He was trying his best to hold in his laughter, so he bit his lower lip to contain himself.

"Yah. What nonse-""Just answer the question!" Taehyung snapped, tilting his head at Minho with a smug expression.

"No, I don't, but-"

"Hah! Her boyfriend owns a mini red scooter, but you don't. So that makes him ten times cooler than you," Taehyung finally bursts out laughing at Minho's offended expression.

"Yah-"

"Ah~ Why is this so funny~? Minho poor you. I agree, owning a mini red scooter is way cooler than anything," Jimin laughs as he repeatedly hits his hand on the table. Both Taehyung and Jimin were dying from laughter, so Minho stared at them as if they were crazy.

Of course, my Min Yoongi on his mini red scooter is the coolest thing on earth.