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Taehyung and Yoora decided not to tell anyone about the stalker. Taehyung promised to protect her and she gladly accepted. Taehyung felt uneasy about being silent, but Yoora begged him to keep quiet, and he intended to keep his promise.

That night, Taehyung walked Yoora home, making sure she entered her apartment and went to sleep safe and sound.

As he made his way back home, he received countless phone calls from an extremely worried Yoongi, furious at the lack of response from his friend.

Taehyung couldn't collect his thoughts as he walked, ''Why did I make that promise?" he thought as he mentally facepalmed.

Yoora was in danger. Some psycho guy was following her, sending her creepy text messages and calling her only to let her listen to his breathing for a minute or so, and yet he promised not to tell anyone.

But he couldn't resist as Yoora begged him with teary eyes, nearly crying as he shook his head, insisting on going to the police or at least confiding in the others. She immediately refused, she was certain he'd get bored of her soon and move on, but Taehyung wasn't so sure. And yet, he still promised, the pleading look in her eyes too much to bear.

Taehyung wondered why she begged him not to say anything, Yoora wasn't stupid, she knew she was in danger. ''He must be blackmailing her, maybe he has something on her.''

Taehyung finally reached his house, before entering he whipped out his phone and sent a text message to Yoongi.

everythings under control, Yoora drank too much and felt sick, so I walked her home. See u tomorrow at school

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''What the fuck was that yesterday?'' Yoongi growled as he ruthlessly grabbed Taehyung by the collar.

Taehyung noticed the veins on his forehead popping out of anger, his mouth slightly ajar, revealing his perfectly white teeth. He was beyond furious.

''Like I said, I just walked her home, she felt sick, okay? Now let me go, you'll crinkle my shirt,'' he said.

Yoongi tightened his grip on his collar, further crinkling the fabric.

''Bullshit, you were scared shitless when you found out she left on her own,'' he hissed.

Taehyung forcefully pushed Yoongi away, successfully increasing the distance between them.

''I'm not lying, Yoongi. You can ask her yourself, I don't want to fight with you, come talk to me when you've calmed down,'' he snapped before leaving Yoongi all alone.

Yoongi cursed under his breath as he clenched his fists so hard his knuckles resembled the colour of pure snow.

Yoongi ultimately released his hands and sighed in frustration. He was skeptical, deep down he knew something wasn't right, but he wanted to believe his friend.

He made his way to his locker, taking out his books and spamming it shut, startling some poor girl standing near him. He didn't even bother looking back at her as he walked to class.

''Yoongi oppa!'' a voice squeaked, nearly making him jump out of skin.

He recognized that voice immediately as he felt his blood boil. It was her voice, the one girl he hated so much, the girl he got rid of.

Or so he thought, as he slowly turned his body around, his eyes landing on the girl under his nose with her short tennis skirt and lipstick coated lips.

''Jisoo,'' he spat, her name rolling off his tongue with ease. ''What the fuck are you doing here?''

Jisoo simply grinned at him, showing off her tooth gap.

''Did you miss me?'' she asked, batting her mascara coated eyelashes at him.

His expression showed nothing but pure hate, his mouth formed into a slight frown, the veins on his forehead threatening to pop out anytime soon, and his ice cold glare - it nearly scared her. Nearly.

''Answer my question,'' he demanded. He noticed how fearlessly she stood in front of him, no sign of fear in her eyes. She was clearly amused, not one bit intimidated by the furious boy.

''I came back, Yoongi,'' she started, gently biting her lips as she deeply exhaled. ''Don't even try to get rid of me this time, you've got nothing on me,'' she said with a sly smirk on her face.

''Are you sure? I still have the-''

''My daddy knows, Yoongi,'' she cut him off as she wrapped a strand of hair around her finger.

His eyes widened at her remark, clearly taken aback. ''She told her father? What a bitch, she definitely planned this, she wasn't going to actually leave,'' he muttered under his breath as he dug his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.

He took one last glance at the girl, studying her proud stance. She looked extremely pleased with herself as she played with her hair, without a single care in the world. He didn't want her to think he could intimidate him, a mere bitch with no regard for other people's feelings couldn't daunt him.

He turned around and left, left her standing in the middle of the hallway with her head in the clouds. She watched as he dissappeared from her sight as he turned behind a corner. She didn't bother chasing after him, she just stood there, smiling to herself.

''I've got you wrapped around my finger already, Yoongi oppa.''

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Yoora sat curled up on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television screen, displaying some TV show she had no interest in.

She skipped school that day as she lay wide awake in her bed all night, her mind replaying the scene with Taehyung over and over until she nearly suffocated herself with her pillow to make herself forget - if just for a little while.

''Taehyung knows," she repeated to herself over and over.

She was terrified of word getting out about her stalker, especially to Yoongi. She knew he'd immediately go after him, not caring about what she had to say, not caring about the danger of chasing a stalker by himself. She just couldn't watch him get himself into trouble, it'd break her heart.

Yoora had another reason for her silence, one she couldn't tell Taehyung about for his sake. For their sake.

Yoora's thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Her body stiffened as her eyes darted to the door. '' Who could it be? Don't tell me...''

Yoora finally allowed herself to stand up and tiptoe her way to the door. She held back a gulp as she slowly grabbed the handle, twisting it, carefully opening the door.

The figure in front of her was panting, his black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand as he locked eyes with the trembling girl in the doorway, her face softening as she recognised the person facing her.

''Yoongi, what are you doing here?''

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