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Sorry, what?

Ji Eun's POV

Walking through the corridor; students talking and playing with their own gangs and thangs, with a few studying, few eating their morning munches, prolly got mistaken by their alarm... It was all peace and pigeons.

Is this lif-

Gasping at the sudden pull, my body being whatever it is, couldn't process anything. All I knew was someone, dragging me by my hand; my wrist to be more accurate.

Travelling to Area 51 and back, I finally took the initiative to turn my head and see, who's the one disturbing this moment, it's Friday. Come on.

Huh? Junkfreak?

What? Why?-

Duck you, Jeongguk.

Ji Eun: Jungko- OUCH.

Before even a proper noun could come out of my mouth, he stopped;

This bitch, really.

;which might have been less hurtful physically, if he went in a normal pace and not like he was racing in the Olympics.

He spoke with his breathing shockingly from what I assume to be normal from a glance, and not scientifically/accurately, using pulse oximeters or 'a minute' breathing rate method.

Jungkook: You're coming with me.

He spoke simply, his eyes manifesting a longing desire, if love can be taken in the count of desire, then that too.

Ji Eun: Sorry, what?

I asked huffing and puffing like a dog, an inhale and exhale every second, repeat.

Jungkook: My reward? You left without even saying a thank you, and let me tell you, even if you say thank you now, it's not going to change my reward.

He answered, his head facing downwards to meet my eyes. My head trying to see his face between all those anaerobic breathing, my left hand rested on my knee, back bent of wanting support to bend and crack itself, which would be possible if I am dead. My right wrist, held tightly yet lightly meaning, tight enough for me to not escape by his left forefinger and thumb, making direct contact with his chest - covered by a thin material-ed shirt.

Ji Eun: Really? Were you really serious or what? I- *cough* can't believe this.

I said, working simultaneously - speaking and breathing.

Jungkook: Really? I don't joke with deals. Why are you so tired anyways? And really? It's just a kiss. On my cheek. Not on my lips. I swear, if you escape now, then I will land my lips on yours.

Wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf.

Ji Eun: Huh? Why am I so tired? Well, all I do is eat junk all day, that my muscles don't have any energy to support me and.. exercise? Have I ever that word before I met you? no. YOU MORON.

I said, as I stopped depending on the support of my knees by bringing my left hand to his ones; circling my wrist. In an attempt to release myself, my back finally straightened, with a few krutak katak cracks. Damn, the knee support helped.

Ji Eun: And, why do you even want a, MY kiss for your ducking reward? Also, I have saved your ass multiple times, for instance - when Mrs Lee (math teacher) said this one day that she's checking all the boy's homework and you took mine by clinging onto me like a fricking sloth all day and made me give me MY homework, right before the last period, Maths.

I rapped as fast as I could, before he could do any flirty action on his victim, me. Or, defend himself with an intelligent reply, which couldn't be defended easily, atleast according to me.