BOYFRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

Please, slowly, I can’t take it , it hurts, cried Tae.

Come on boy, we made a deal, this isn’t for free, you know that. Now be my good little bunny and let daddy finish his meal, you can do that right, reply to me b***h, Jungkook grabbed Tae’s hair and slammed. into the mattress.

This is not how it was supposed to be, I wasn’t supposed to be here, doing this, giving out my dignity in ways I always gagged to whenever any of my friends spoke about them.

I was supposed to be completing my education and making lots of friends, and not giving myself out to HIM, and not lying in bed with my worst nightmare, not grasping huge biceps and making sounds that a man shouldn’t make, I wasn’t supposed to be crying under anybody, or begging JUNGKOOK, this i***t to not tear my already worn-out body to pieces.

It hurt, how life was different for each of us, how life seemed to have favorites and non-favorites, how there are people like me who have come to terms with the fact that we would mostly definitely be in the same bracket as people like Jeon Jung-Kook, that bloody son of a b***h. I wanted to end him, but even that was impossible, I couldn’t lay a finger on him, I would be dead before I even breathed the same air as him. It was impossible, it was supposed to be impossible, and yet here I was zero clothes away from him, feeling his skin so close to mine, feeling his fire burning me, feeling that organ that is supposed to be elsewhere, driving my insides crazy, arranging my organs in scientifically impossible ways. The little whispers from me, the rough throes of his passion, the way he held my hips and pinned me to the bed like we were in a rugby game, his spent up liquids filling me over and over again, I hated each and every single feeling, I hated the way he did not seem to mind that I am nearly losing my mind in pleasure…no, in hate, I did not like it. At least that was what I told my self while taking it like a good boy, like the good boyfriend, I AM.

My name is Kim Taehyung, the ladies like to call me bunny or biscuit or even Candy, and this my story, a story of how I met him, how I fell for him…a story of how I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.

Chapter One: Unexpected Encounter

Taehyung trudged across campus; his eyes fixed on the pavement. First semester of college, and already he felt overwhelmed. Grades, social pressure, and financial stress weighed him down.

As he turned a corner, a group of students burst into laughter. Taehyung’s eyes drifted up to find Jungkook, the notorious campus bully, smirking at the center. Rumors swirled around Jungkook’s ruthless pranks and sharp tongue.

Taehyung quickened his pace, hoping to avoid attention. But fate had other plans.

"Hey, freshman!" Jungkook called out, his voice dripping with amusement. "Lost?"

Taehyung’s heart sank. He tried to brush past, but Jungkook blocked his path.

"I'm not lost," Taehyung muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Jungkook chuckled. "Oh, really? You look like a puppy in a maze."

Taehyung’s face flushed. "Just leave me alone."

Jungkook’s grin widened. "I'm just trying to help. You're in my economics class, right?"

Taehyung nodded hesitantly.

"Great! I can tutor you... for a price." Jungkook winked.

Taehyung ’s instincts screamed warning, but desperation won out. "Deal."

As they exchanged numbers, Taehyung noticed Jungkook’s ex-girlfriend, Linda, watching from across the quad. Her glare sent shivers down Taeyang’s spine.

"Meet me at the library tomorrow," Jung- kook said, his voice low. "And freshman?"

"Yes?"

"Keep this between us. I wouldn't want Linda to get the wrong idea."

Taehyung nodded, sensing a hidden agenda.

Little did he know, Jungkook’s proposal would change everything.

The next day, as they studied in the library, Jungkook leaned in, his voice barely audible.

"Taeyang, I have a proposition. Be my boyfriend... on paper."

Taeyang’s eyes widened. "What? Why?"

Jungkook smirked. "Linda won't leave me alone. You'll help me deter her. And, in return, I'll help you with your grades... and other benefits."

Taeyang’s mind reeled. Was this a trap or an opportunity?

How did he know Taeyang’s financial situation, was he stalking him all along? Was Jungkook the University hulk stalking a mere nobody like Taeyang, impossible. Thoughts reeled in Taeyang’s head as he tried every possible way to come to a sensible conclusion, but none seemed to sit right with him, none seemed convincing. Or maybe, Kook heard about him through the rumors, I mean he was quite famous when it came to the top list of Poorest kids in Raekwon University. Yah! It definitely had to be that, nothing else, still a bit weird but more convincing.

“You, little man, are you listening to me?” Jungkook snapped his fingers in front of Tae. “Huh?”

Jungkook's Perspective:

Taeyang caught my attention during freshman orientation. I noticed him struggling to make ends meet, working part-time jobs to pay tuition. His determination and resilience intrigued me.

As the semester progressed, I observed Taehyung ’s academic struggles, particularly in economics. I saw an opportunity to exploit his vulnerability, but something about him resonated with me.

One evening, while studying in the library, I overheard Taehyung discussing his financial woes with a friend. His desperation was palpable. I realized I could offer him a solution – and gain something in return.

Taehyung 's Perspective:

I'd seen Jungkook around campus, heard whispers about his notorious reputation. Our paths crossed in economics class, where he'd occasionally mock my struggles.

But it wasn't until that fateful day, when he approached me outside the library, that I realized he'd been watching me.

"You're Taehyung, right?" he asked, his smirk unnerving. "I've been seeing you around. I know you're struggling financially."

My instincts screamed warning, but Jungkook’s words cut deep. "I can help you, Taeyang. I have everything you need. Tuition, living expenses... everything."

His proposal caught me off guard. "What do you want in return?" I asked, wary.

Jungkook’s Response:

"Simple. Be my boyfriend – on paper. Help me shake off Linda, and I'll take care of your financial woes. It's an exchange deal, Taehyung. You get stability; I get freedom."

His words echoed in my mind: "I've been seeing you..." How much did he know about me?

“Don’t flatter yourself ma Cherie,” he replied, “I only know about your lousy life and that’s all,” he continued.

I did not want to believe him, but the desperate need for financial security and good grades, and financial security once again, made me accept. After all, we would only fake date right, nothing else, yah…...nothing else. Phew!

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