DADDY ISSUES || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 1 | Candy

Monday, November 9, 2020.

9:05 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Has everyone understood?" the teacher's voice echoes through the room, all the eyes directed towards him. Everyone, except a few of us, answers with the same words, and he focuses on his laptop for a minute.

After only a short minute spent without complaining in my head, I already yawn and feel like this day is going to feel long, very long. Not only because I don't want to work but also because of the partner that I have.

Every morning, she sits down, takes all her pink stuff out of her school bag to lay it all over the desk, and force me to have it in sight. This stings my eyes, but this isn't the only bothering side of it. All the things she owns or wears are from an expensive brand, and I'm damn jealous because I'm poor and cannot afford all that.

"Sang y/n!" the teacher scolds her. "You sit down properly and stop sleeping during my lesson!" he huffs and brings all the attention to her. "I'm not sleeping, Mister Lee..." she straightens up but lies to him in a little voice. I saw her face sliding down her arm the more she was dozing off this whole time.

"Do not lie to me!" he slaps his desk with the ruler he has in his hand, glaring at her while she's keeping her eyes down. I peek at her from the corner of my eye, wishing I could have the same Rolex as the one she has around her wrist. The teacher goes back to his lesson, but y/n bends over and sticks the top of her pencil in her mouth.

Her eyes meet mine, making me glance away with no second thought. I cannot look at this girl, or I might pull on one of her space buns and strangle her for all the things she does to me every day.

"Hey," she kicks my feet in a gentle manner to grasp my attention, but I ignore her. I write down what the teacher says and leave her with nothing but silence coming from me. I already got detention because of her, so this won't happen again.

"Make sure to all study for tomorrow because what we learned today might be included in the test," the teacher comes to an end, sitting down on his chair to let us write what he left on the whiteboard in our school diary.

"Can you not tell us which part of the lesson is the most important, please?" one of the students desperately attempts to get more information, and he looks up at him. "The last exercises are very important," he kindly tells us what we will see in our test tomorrow, so I make sure to write that as well.

"Thank you, Mister," a girl uses her soft tone to address him, but he doesn't react to it, he just closes his bag. He stands up from his chair, and the bell rings at the same moment. I close my diary and stretch my body, releasing all the tension in my limbs. The first hour is finally over.

"Study well, guys. See you tomorrow," he grabs his jacket and bows to us. Everyone answers him, and he goes out of the room. This is the moment I fear the most, the little, deadly minutes during which the girl next to me could piss me off.

I yawn but fly my hand to my nose, clenching it into a fist. The guy, who is the closest to y/n, personally, leaves his seat and comes up to us, but I take my phone out and check my texts like y/n must be doing by my side now that she turned towards me to lean onto the wall.

"Hun'," the guy bends over the desk to get close to her, but she just answers with a humming sound. "Were you sleeping?"

"Maybe..." her answer gets me to raise my eyebrows. "Are you tired? You told me you slept well this morning," he lays his forearms on the flat surface, worrying about this brat who only annoys other people, and me in particular. "I slept well, but not enough..." she crosses her legs, her large baby-pink hoodie sliding up her thighs and revealing her white skirt. "Didn't you tell me that..." he doesn't end his sentence, so I glance up at him with curiosity, willing to know what made him cut his sentence short. "...Hyesung stayed home all day long yesterday?"