'I Hate You' | jk ff

Chapter 2

More students start to enter and gradually the room fills. Jihyo has been dragged back in by an overly-excited Momo, who doesn't seem to notice the grim look on Jihyo's face. Jisung had walked into class to find both of us fighting over a single black pen, giving me a look which speaks 'typical.' The rest of the class had glanced at us as they walked in, glossing over the fight because, well, there was nothing strange about it.

"Give it back!"

"Why?"

"Why?" I mock, feeling my anger rise, " Because it's mine asshole!"

"It is? Last time I checked you stole it from me." He remarks.

"I stole it two years ago but, you've never wanted it until now, give- give it back!" I say, reaching for it again, but failing pathetically.

"Technically it's mine." He replies smugly, seemingly not fazed at my anger, because for him, this was just something fun to pass time.

"Then your entire pencil case must be mine because I can't even count on one hand everything you've stolen from me!" Jungkook doesn't seem to care about the fact that I'm shouting, and instead he laughs.

"You're the one who agreed to give them to me."

"Because you wouldn't shut up if I didn't-!" I shout, leaping for the pen but Jungkook holds it up higher, and I have to stand on my tiptoes now, fingers grabbing uselessly into the air.

It was no use. So instead, I stamp on his foot, hard.

Guess it wasn't the cleverest move on my part.

Jungkook loses his balance, pulling me down with him, as I land right on top of him. Almost immediately I try to scramble off him but his grip is too strong for me.

"What the hell are you doing? Get off me." I say, teeth gritting, as I struggle against Jungkook's body.

He laughs sarcastically, "Me? You're the one on top of me- I can't exactly get off you."

"Then let go of me!" But I can see his smile turn into something different, something more sly and flirtatious.

"But... I think I like it like this." He whispers teasingly, and I find myself choking on whatever clever comeback I had come up with next. There's a ripples of 'oohs' and giggles, and I know he's enjoying the attention a bit too well.

"Well I don't." I blurt out, cheeks heating up, "Pervert."

"Ew, get a room-" Jisung says teasingly, before stopping suddenly and I can only guess what was coming next.

Jungkook gives me a knowing smirk before turning his head where we both face Mr Jung at the doorway, who looks as if he was contemplating whether to wash his eyes with soap. After a moment of thought he takes a seat, and Jungkook, like the gentleman he is, pushes me off from on top of him before we both rush to our seats.

The rest of the class shift to face Mr Jung, Jihyo slamming her bag onto the table sending a deadly glare my way.

I still, trying to give her a weak smile, but it comes out all wrong and I laugh nervously. Jihyo just rolls her eyes, looking to the front.

I didn't want to die on my first day back, because I'm sure she'd find a way to do so.

Mr Jung clears his throat, breaking the awkward air before speaking, "It's great to see that the two of you have... bonded? But I must admit I wasn't expecting to see– "

"Yeah I wasn't expecting that too." I mumble, before saying louder, "But it wasn't like that– "

"It's okay Yena, I was a teenager once," It was weird for me to think of Mr Jung as anything other than an old man, who had been teaching students his entire life.