Y/N's POV

After that day when Taehyung joined my class, the whole school buzzed with various rumors about the two of us.

More than Taehyung, surprisingly various nonsense were talked about me.

One of the worse ones had made me into a gold digger whore who's just after Taehyung for his body and money.

Due to that, I was approached by some of the boys who thought that I was only looking for fun.

They were usually catcalling while I walked around the corridor spouting how much they'd pay me per night, but it was nothing I can't handle.

But this time it felt dangerous.

This boy had come up to me while I was searching for a reference book suggested by the lecturer in one of my classes.

And since the book was rarely searched for, it was placed at a secluded area, and that's when this guy came up to me.

I was alone, and the situation was really starting to creep me out, but I tried acting the calmest I could.

"I'm not interested," telling the boy, he didn't seem to understand the rejection from how his hand started to slip on my waist.

Fuck, I don't like this.

"Come on, what's so different between me and that rich boy? We both got dicks and I'm sure you'd be satisfied by either one," he pulled me to feel his length while I was trapped with the rack of books behind me, and I bit my inner cheek at the harassment I was facing.

It's ridiculous.

At first I thought I'd only be attacked by the ones who loved Taehyung, I didn't expect that these kind of idiots would be involved too.

He proceeded kissing my neck when I didn't push him away due to me being occupied with my thoughts, and I let out a long deep breath before I slipped my hands under his shirt.

"Take off your shirt, I like doing it while touching skin to skin" whispering into his ears while running my hands all over his chest, the guy smirked victorious like he had win a free fuck for today.

He voluntarily lifted his hands up when I pulled the shirt off him, and once the material was freed from his body, I kneed his crotch the hardest I could.

Slipping away from the boy who was grunting in pain without forgetting to take his shirt with me, I ran and ran from the isolated racks without looking back even once.

I finally stopped only when I saw a number of students in my sight, and frantically continued my walk out the library when I bumped into someone.

"Hey," looking up to the one I just bumped into, relief filled my body when I recognized him.

"Jungkook, c-can we go outside?" Stuttering since the scare still remained from the previous incident, the boy was quick to catch that there's something wrong happened.

"Sure, but what's wrong?" He asked straight, and I shook my head, holding onto his sleeve and pulled him to the exit.

"Please, let's get out of here first"

"Of course, I'm here with you noona" he hugged my shoulder as we walked out at which I was grateful at, feeling secured that I had someone that I could trust after what happened.

We went to the small park located near the library and took a seat on one of the benches, and Jungkook waited for me to talk without pushing me to do so.

He was typing something into his phone, and I could see that he was sending some text to Taehyung, probably telling the man to come to us.

As soon as he sent the text, his attention was at me again, and I bit my inner cheek at how serious he was taking this issue.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? You might not realize it, but your hands are still trembling, Y/N noona" he spoke, making me look down to my hands, and the shirt I took off from the guy who wanted to harrass me earlier was still tight in my grip.

"There's someone who tried to fuck me in the library. I kneed him though, and took his shirt. So, he's probably still in there because he can't go out without his shirt here," handing the shirt to Jungkook at which he only threw into the nearest trashcan without a second thought, he came back and kneeled down in front of me, while giving me an encouraging hold on my hand.

"Where is he? At which floor and which section, do you still remember?" He asked kind, but I could still see how he was clenching his jaw as he tried to keep his cool.

"The second floor, at the literature section. I was trying to find the book that my lecturer told me to refer for my assignment, but I left the book"

"If the book's still there I'll check it out for you, noona. Can you wait for Taehyung hyung here for a few minutes? He's near," he looked around to probably find the familiar silhouette and I did too, but we haven't seen the one we're looking for yet.

Or not.

Jungkook and I both looked at each other when we heard one voice screaming calling out for Jungkook like he was looking for a fight, and we both chuckled because we knew the owner of the voice right away.

"There he is," Jungkook told, still with his kind tone as he spoke, and I was beyond grateful at how much the boy helped me to calm down.

He waved his hand to the direction where Taehyung was coming from, while I waited quietly on the seat waiting for him to come.

But as soon as Taehyung came right in front of me, instead of greeting him with a smile, tears started to well up in my eyes.

Looking at how worried he looked as he laid his eyes on me, more tears pooled and one finally slipped down my cheek.

"Tae -" my voice was stuck in my throat calling out for him and Taehyung took me in his arms immediately.

Being in his embrace made me release a deep breath that I didn't know I was holding, and I cried out all the nerves without caring about my surroundings anymore.