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•°•✿────✿•°• 𝕃𝔼𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔸 •°•✿────✿•°•
"Baby"
For the zillionth time today, Jungkook whispered that cursed word against my ear, dripping it with so much seduction it could melt steel.
My poor ears? Already fried and red.
"For god’s sake, will you stop already?" I hissed under my breath, stepping away like he was contagious.
He didn’t stop, obviously. Instead, he smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets and just strolled off like nothing happened, leaving me to regret every single life choice that led me to agreeing to this stupid deal.
It hadn’t even been 24 hours. Not. Even. Twenty-four hours since I’d agreed to that stupid — STUPID — deal, and I already wanted to strangle him with his own hoodie strings.
Because apparently, Jeon Jungkook had decided to become my clingy, horny shadow, making it so obvious I was shocked the entire cafeteria wasn’t already selling tickets to our live rom-com disaster.
Meanwhile, I was sweating buckets, paranoid and jungkook? He was strutting around me like a free rabbit in heat.
The bell rang, finally rescuing me from the nightmare that was lunch break.
Thank god none of the boys seemed to catch on. Or maybe they were pretending. Honestly, with the way my luck works, probably the latter.
It’s fine, Ara. You’re just overreacting. Chill.
I slung my bag over my shoulder, waving goodbye to the guys, trying to act normal. Jimin and Tae walked ahead, deep in discussion about some delayed assignment, leaving me—the unfortunate chosen one—stuck behind with Jungkook.
Horny Jungkook.
"Fuck, baby," he moaned out dramatically, like we were in some bad adult film.
I froze. The hell?!
I whipped around to glare at him. "Dude, do not make this obvious. Can’t you stop for like, two seconds? You’re fucking horrible."
He leaned closer, smirking like Satan’s intern. "And this horrible guy is so gonna do you sk well."
I wanted to evaporate.
I stormed into class after him. Of course, my torment didn’t end there because a hand was waving excitedly at me.
Mina.
“Sit with me, Ara. I have so much to tell you. Please, please sit with me.”
She wasn’t loud, but loud enough that the three idiots three rows behind us could hear every syllable.
