'Ok children.. Jungkook and y/n will participate as a group in art fest.'mr Wang said
Y/n pov
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Why me??? why did she tell my name...damn...holy shit...
No..no noo i can't do that....how am i gonna pair up with Jungkook...oh my God...i think im gonna screw this ...arghhh....i dunno what this crazy Hails have been planned on her mind.
'Hails... why'd you do that bitch...aish..' I screamed at her
'calm down y/n ... it's not a big deal..well both of us know you can draw pretty well ...so i thought why not saying your name.Above all this is intercollegiate fest ..so if you participate ...you surely are gonna win...oh my god...and then my bestie becomes famous' Hailey jumped in happiness
'But , remember ..you are the one who told me to stay away from Jungkook...and avoid being friends with him...now you put me in a grave danger..' I said.
'Oh...well i thought ...he is a badboy...but i was wrong i guess...he is not that bad and you wanna know something??he got an eye on you miss Min y/n'. Hailey giggled.
'Cut this shit off...Hails..i dont think its funny.' I said
'Hey im not joking...i said the truth...he really is on to you y/n...woah i can't believe this.. college's main heartthrob is falling head over heels for my bestie.'Hailey said.
'Ah stop it already... whatever I've to face this trouble by myself...ill owe you something bitch...' I said with a blank expression
'Yeah sweetheart....no worries..'she said while giving me a knowing look.
'Hey,y/n..look jungkook is coming towards you...i gotta go i guess..ehmm ehm...continue...you love birds.'she winked at me and sat next to Sofi.
Oh my god...why is he coming here..i sighed*..
Maybe he wanted to discuss about that competition....thats why he came here...i thought to myself.
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FanfictionI didn't believed in love until destiny brought you to my life like a rain,which cherished my parched soul and made flowers of new hope to bloom💗 Min Y/N an 18 yr old girl who excelled in studies and art ,destined to meet Jeon Jungkook ..one of t...
