𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 || •𝐉𝐉𝐊• ✔️

A Campus of Morons

Last semester, you didn't know who Jungkook was. Hana, your best friend, was in his astronomy lab class. That was how you met the man. Hana kept teetering between liking him and not, you trying to slap some sense into her. She never listened, she claimed she could 'make her own decisions'. That was true, you didn't want to impose your feelings on her, but Jungkook was so obviously a dick.

This year, somehow you got stuck in the same class as him. It was one of your Gen Ed classes, a philosophy class that settled your math requirement (yes, that was a real thing), choosing more analytical philosophy than theoretical. Good news: Gen Ed classes were massive, normally having over 100 students per class. So Jungkook and you wouldn't interact unless you wanted to. Bad news: Jungkook wanted to.

Jungkook slid in the seat next to you, yawning in a poor attempt to wrap an arm around you. You whipped his arm away and stared at the front of the lecture hall. Because of the size of the class, you came five minutes early to get a good seat. The place was still packed with people, but you got a seat, that was what mattered. Jungkook, on the other hand, wanted your good seat as well. Fucking hell.

"Miss me, neighbor?" he asked, his tone bouncing through your head.

"I don't know why you're so insistent on annoying me. I thought you liked Hana."

"I do, but don't you know common sense? If I'm going to get with Hana, I need to be friends with her friends. You're one of them, so I'm starting there."

You gave him a side eye you hoped showed your quote on quote "enthusiasm". "Thanks for letting me know you're just using me. Being a dick isn't going to get you in Hana's pants, and it sure as hell won't get you anywhere near friendship with me."

"I'm not just using you. And oh come on sweetheart, we're neighbors now, don't you think we should get along at least a little?"

"You know, some courts would consider this harassment, maybe even sexual harassment. You're calling me names I've repeatedly told you not to call me, not to mention following me around despite my very clear distaste for it. Should I write you up?" His face fell serious at that, you resting your hooded eyes on him. "That's what I thought. Don't call me names that aren't Y/n, don't enter my apartment without my permission, and don't you dare touch me. Got it?"

He nodded. "Sorry."

Oh look, a small light of hope. A light that maybe Jeon Jungkook at least had basic knowledge on how to respect. "Nice to know that you can apologize."

"I really am sorry. Consent is sexy, and I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

Although you wanted to grunt at his poor word choice, you took a moment to think about it. Consent is sexy. That... as cringe of wording as it was... was true. At least he valued consent. That calmed a nerve in the back of your head. The nerve that told you Jungkook might force Hana to be his girlfriend. Whew. Alright, one concern down. Maybe Jungkook wasn't so bad. Still an asshole, but not a dangerous one.

"Can I ask you something?"

You peeped at him, biting back a joke. "Fine, but make it quick, class starts soon and I want to pass unlike you."

"Speaking of that..." You blinked. "Could you help me with this class? I know I'm in no position to ask for favors, but you actually seem somewhat smart."

"Don't you have other friends in this class? Just flirt your way into a tutoring session."

"Make me mommy."

Did this man have a death wish? Was that why he was antagonizing you so much? Granted, most college kids wanted to die, but what the fuck was wrong with him? "What did I say about the names?"

"Okay, that one was me trying to be funny."

If you were friends, that would've been funny. But you aren't. You tilted your head, "Poor attempt, but fine. Why should I help someone I barely know?"

"Because I asked nicely?" he said, sticking his lips out in what you assumed was a pout. Alright, all things considered, he was a handsome boy. And him pouting was something you didn't want to see. Maybe this was a chance to help and get to know him a bit.

"I can't tutor you, I'm not that great in school," you replied, shrugging, "but we can study together. That's the best I can offer. I'd suggest looking elsewhere for a tutor. I barely passed last semester."

"Really?"

"Well, that's an exaggeration, but I only got one A. The rest were B's and C's."

"Still not bad," he said. He was trying, you'd give him that. At least he wasn't being as big of a dick as usual. You only hoped he was being genuine and not doing this in hopes to 'get your approval' to get in Hana's pants. Truthfully, it could be that, but studying with him might prove differently. There was a major difference between asking you if Hana liked him, and using you to get to her. You hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Once a week at most," you said, "an hour or so each. Maybe longer or shorter depending on the content, philosophy is just a Gen Ed, so I'm not trying to focus too much on it. Alright?"

"I'm the same way." He held out his hand to you, you eyeing the skin. "Truce?" His soft voice was unexpected, but it caused you to smile anyway. You shook his hand, your body tingling from the tiny form of contact. You scolded yourself for it and kept your smile as a distraction.

"Truce."