If I Ain't Got You (vsoo...ft. liskook)

2.

The staff changing room was nearly empty, and the girl didn’t notice him slip inside after her. She handed the tray to a coworker, but before she could close the door, Taehyung grabbed the handle and yanked it open, a cruel smirk playing across his lips.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could scream, he was already pressing his large hand against her mouth, silencing her. His voice was slurred, the alcohol in his system mixing with something darker.

"How much for one night?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.

The girl’s eyes blazed with fury as she slapped him across the cheek with all the strength she could muster. She kicked at his legs, trying to break free, but Taehyung was faster, stronger, and she was trapped between the door and his imposing form.

"Who do you think you are?" she spat, glaring up at him.

But Taehyung didn’t care. He wasn’t here for pleasantries or apologies. "I don't think you mean that...you clearly want my attention. " he growled, his gaze flicking down her body. He saw the way she had reacted, how she was fighting against him, but deep down, he knew she was like all the others—playing hard to get. He was accustomed to people falling in line, to people giving in when they realized who he was. He stepped forward, his thigh pressing between her legs, trapping her.

In that moment, she glared at him again, her eyes full of defiance. "No one wants your attention," she hissed.

But Taehyung wasn’t having it. The challenge in her eyes only fueled his anger. He turned his head to glance behind him, and in that brief moment, she seized her chance. With a sudden movement, she pushed the door open and scrambled away from him. Her heart was pounding, but she was quick, darting away into the dark hallway of the pub before he could catch her again.

Taehyung chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched her escape. He didn’t bother chasing her, knowing that his presence alone had affected her. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes flashing with a mixture of satisfaction and anger.

"You've successfully caught Taehyung’s attention, baby." he muttered under his breath, as if reminding himself.

The cruel irony of the situation didn’t escape him. The girl had slipped from his grasp, but he knew he would see her again. And next time, things would be different.

The night had descended into a mix of neon lights and loud chatter as Taehyung sat alone in the dimly lit corner of the private section of the pub. His mind wasn’t focused on the alcohol in front of him but on the girl—Jisoo. Her face, her eyes, the way she had reacted to him the day before. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The allure, the resistance, the fire in her eyes—it was all consuming.

He hadn't been able to shake off the memory of the encounter in the staff room, the rush of his own frustration and desire mixing into something more dangerous. The thrill of the chase had only intensified since then. He wasn’t used to feeling this... stirred by someone who had dared to reject him, who hadn’t fallen under his spell the way others did. There was something about her that made him restless.

As he took another sip from his glass, his thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of footsteps. Jimin and J-Hope were approaching, their voices getting louder, still full of energy from their earlier rounds of drinks.

“Hyung, are you just gonna sit there? You look like you’re about to turn into a statue,” Jimin teased, plopping down across from Taehyung, a wide grin on his face. J-Hope followed suit, leaning back with a relaxed smile.

Taehyung didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still lingering on the busy crowd, as if he were waiting for something—or someone.

“Jisoo, huh?” J-Hope’s voice broke through the silence. “You can’t stop thinking about her, can you?”

Taehyung flicked his eyes toward his friends, his lips curling into a smirk. “She’s different. She doesn’t care about me, doesn’t care about who I am or my family name.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been out of the game for too long if you think that’s a problem. A little chase is always fun, but don't go too far, Taehyung. She’s not someone you can just treat like the others.”

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, swirling the glass in his hand. “I don’t plan to,” he muttered under his breath, his mind still swirling with thoughts of her—of how her face had looked when he cornered her in the staff room, of how she had fought back. It had intrigued him more than he’d expected. And now, all he could think about was getting closer to her.

He wasn’t sure what it was about Jisoo that had him so worked up. Maybe it was her beauty. Maybe it was the fire she showed when she slapped him. But it was more than that. There was something in the way she carried herself—something that called to him.

“Don’t push it too far, though,” Jimin warned again, as if reading his mind. “Not every girl is going to fall at your feet, Taehyung.”

Taehyung glanced at his friends, the words sinking into him. “I’ll do what I want. Don’t worry about me,” he said, his voice calm, though there was an edge to it.

J-Hope chuckled. “Just don’t make a mess. We don’t want you getting into more trouble.”

Taehyung’s gaze hardened as his thoughts drifted back to Jisoo. He could already feel the tension building within him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and this time, nothing would be different.

The pub’s music blared louder, the beats of the song vibrating through his chest. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “I’ll get her attention, no matter what it takes.”

Jimin exchanged a look with J-Hope, who both seemed a little concerned. But they didn’t voice their worries. Instead, they returned to their own conversation, and Taehyung settled back into his seat, already imagining how things would unfold. It was only a matter of time before Jisoo would be his.