"Hey, Tae, who was that hot girl with you at the prom last night? Rumors say you got dumped by her" Jin said to Taehyung during break.

You smiled a bit when you heard him, but he couldn't see you. You just kept writing your homework.

"I don't get dumped. And I don't know who she was. She wasnt that hot anyway" the boy murmured and you were kinda amused by his confusion.

"Not that hot? How high are your standards?" Jin asked and laughed.

You could feel Taehyung stare on your back. After the prom, he was avoiding you like the plague, as if any connection with you would confess everything.

However, no matter how much amused you were, you couldn't stop thinking of what he did to you, when he thought it wasn't you. You were always blushing at the thoughts, and you always had to remind yourself he was the one you hated so much.

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"Welcome, Master!" you welcomed another costumer as you led him to the table.

"Y/N! Someone has to do the dishes, it's your turn" Yiren told you and you sighed.

After washing the dishes, they gave you the tray with the hot chocholates a table had ordered. As you were walking towards it, you noticed four boys sitting there. Four boys you knew. They were your classmates, but you were too late when you found out. Cause you had locked eyes with one of them.

Kim Taehyung.

You turned around and walked away as soon as possible, passing the tray to Yiren, begging her to take it to them. You hid yourself at the women's restroom. Yiren came soon to find you.

"What's wrong?" she asked worried

"It's him! Taehyung and my classmates are in there! I locked eyes with Taehyung but I'm not sure whether he noticed me or not... I'm so damned everyone at school will find out about this!"

"Don't worry, you can just stay inside and wash the dishes or help with cooking until they leave, I've got your back. I'll tell the other girls too"

"Thank you, Yiren"

She smiled at you and left. You washed your face and sighed, wishing everything would be okay. You heard the door opening again, you weren't sure whether it was Yiren or a costumer.

But as soon as you raised your head, you saw him from the mirror. Taehyung was standing right behind you, his body pushing you on the sink, his face so close he could smell your hair.

He had the devil's smile.

"What's with you and surprises, dear Y/N?"