Mr. Anti Romantic

Experiment

"Y/n wait!. . ." He exclaimed before pausing for a moment.

You turned back towards him, eyes locking and an unexplainable spark formed between the both of you. He stares at you for a moment before breaking the eye contact. He grabs his backpack and hand you a small bottle of orange juice.

"Take this, it'll give you energy for the day" he says, avoiding eye contact while extending the hand with the juice. You take it from him as you thank him before walking out, heading down from the rooftop.

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A knock was heard on your bedroom door before someone peeped through it.

"Come in" you say bluntly while watching Hoseok enter your room through your mirror.

He takes quiet steps until he arrived near you.

He heaves a shaky sigh, his eyes red and puffy. He must've been crying.

"Y/n" he hesitates.

"Y/n . . . I came to apologise. I'm sorry for treating you so heartlessly. I've been going through a lot, i promise to not treat you so harshly anymore. Forgive me?" Hoseok apologised while his fingers fidgeted with each other.

You sighed and made your way towards him.

"You know, if your having a hard time, you could talk to me about it, I will always be a shoulder for you to lean on. . ." You say and he looks at you, eyes teary.

"I'm so sorry Y/n . . . I lost my dream job and I'm trying to find a source of income for us, a-and—" not letting him finish, you made your way to him and gave him a warm hug.

"I understand, just next time, please talk to me. Communication is the key to resolving issues, okay?" You assured, comforting him. You've always understood his hardships but you never knew that he lost his dream job of becoming a choreographer. You knew that meant the world to him, so you now understood why he was acting like that.

Hoseok was always a great and caring brother. Once, when I was little, when we couldn't afford much yet, he would always give all his food to me. He would always tell me that watching me eat could make himself full. I was grateful to have a brother like him. Now that I understood the situation, I wasn't sad anymore. Instead, I was happy.

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Running through the college gates happily, i rush through the hallway towards my locker when I suddenly bumped into someone's chest which felt as hard as iron.

"Watch where your going— . . . Y/n?" You looked up at the familiar voice. Jungkook stood there with an angry loom while rubbing his chest. "What the hell is your head made out of? Bricks?" He asks, voice filled with annoyance.

"Excuse me? I was gonna ask what your hard ass chest was made out of you coconut" you spit, trying to excuse yourself from him but he stops you. "Did you just call me a coconut?"

"Yeah I did, now will you excuse me, I'm in a rush—"

"Nuh-uh . . . With me there's no need to rush, we can go as slow as possible baby" he says and you choke on your saliva.

"What did you just say?!" You exclaim in shock and he just stares down at you with a smirk.

"Jungkook, your so . . . weird" you say randomly and his character fades away.

"Was that bad? Should I call you something else?" He asks and you shake your head, face palming yourself. "Just don't call me anything, goodbye now" you walk past him towards your locker, putting in the pin to unlock it. Just as you were about to open your locker, your felt two gentle hands grip your shoulders, turning you around, pinning you against the locker.

"How about if I call you" He moves closer, body pressing against yours, face inching closer near your ear.

Don't even start-

"My love?"

Eyes widening, heart fluttering, the spark between the both of you lightened up.

Just as you felt the world stop spinning, he moves away and nods. "Thanks Y/n, now I know how to call her" he says, shocking you.

"What?—"

"I'll call you If I need you for experimentation next time" he winks at you before hurrying off somewhere only God knows.

"Dammit, I nearly fell for his crap" you scoff, turning back towards your locker, grabbing your books.

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"Y/n, I understand that you don't party, but just for this one time, please come?" Yuri continued to nag besides you while your tried to take notes.

"No is a no Yuri, I hate parties. Please stop distracting me, I'm tryna study" you say, eyes focused on your textbook while your right hand took down notes in a small notebook beside you.

"But! . . . You always make me go alone, just once, please?—"

A deep voice cuts Yuri off, "She said no, what part of I hate parties do you not understand?" Taehyung recalls your words, taking a seat besides you, making you sit between the two.

You look beside you with a furrowed brow.

"Why are you sitting beside me? Move" you say and Taehyung scoffs a laugh. "Nope, my ass already feels comfortable here" he says.

You then reply, "well I don't feel comfortable"

"Then would you like to sit on my lap? It's very comfortable" he utters, wriggling his brows. You sigh, massaging your temples.

"Be quiet would you?" You whisper, Taehyung rolling his eyes in response.

You sigh, averting your attention back onto your study notes.

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