Jungkook's POV
I pierce my gaze down at her, knowing how much shy it can make her if i look into her hazy green orbs for longer than a few seconds, i don't want her to not attend this once in a lifetime amazing opportunity in school.
"No." She grabs her pencil, and begins to open her notebook, feigning away from my attention, doing her best to not let me bug her, but i stay. "Why?"
"Isn't it my wish here?" Her rudeness makes me want to laugh, because she isn't this way, and trying to become this bad sort of student is uneasy for her. I sigh, not ready to leave her, "it is. But i wish to know why exactly?" I slide closer to her, and grab her notebook which she always doodles on, finding the pink cover soft and meaningful.
"Give it to me, mister j-" i go to my table, and keep this little book on it before heading back to this bug. "You want that back, don't you? You have to tell me why won't you join the class tour, first." I push my hair back, this curly and smooth one which i like more because it looks better on me now, i sit down on the chair kept for me, staring at iseul who seems frustrated by my behaviours. "I just don't want to go."
She gives up, and speaks, heaving a small sigh for which i want to know why. "Why, darling? Don't want to waste money, or you have some other problems regarding the trip?" Being as gentle as i want to be with this little one, i inch forth, and keep my arms up on the table to cross them, waiting for her response.
Her cute eyes raise up to take a glimpse of mine, "i have enough coins for this useless thing." Oh, so this is the issue. "You think it's useless...?" I smile at this, feeling a bit stressed, she nods.
"If you think learning new stuffs, and watching different kinds of art work, or maybe collecting some photos are weird, then surely this may be useless to you." Not knowing what to say, i simply tell her what i think will hit her in the weak nerve, concluding the type of cute artist mind she's got. I have seen her drawings, some of them, and what i perceived is that she's one great artist. And it joys me to know that I'm her muse.
The sketches she made of me, aside those lewd and kind of suggestive ones, the rest were too pretty. I could not find any of the dissimilarity between my body and the body of her muse, in the small pink book. That was something else, literally. It made my happy that my smile can fix someone's day, and brighten their mood to so much extent.
"Uh...?" She licks his lower plump lip, her eyes going back and forth from the book on my table, to my face. "I'm not wanting to force you. If you don't want to say anything, do not, dear. But just try to think upon this matter with a calm mind. I'm sure you're going to give an answer which will make the both of us glad." I get up, and walk closer to her, smiling down, i put my hand on the back of her head, and gently soothe her, ruffling her soft hair, the length of this coming all the way down to her hips.
She doesn't speak further, getting me to worry if my words really made sense, or just worsened every damn thing.
"Here," i take the book which belongs to her, and which is personal, quite hugely. "Don't worry too much, take your time. The due date for giving your name is till the day after tomorrow." I lay down the book in front of her, and she takes it in a second, sliding it underneath her desk. Her adorable crimsoned cheeks not helping me conceal my soft smile to myself.
This feels so wrong of me to think this way, but emotions cannot be kept in the dark for too long. The sunlight has to reflect the truth one day.
End of Jungkook's POV
8 pm
I open my phone, feeling it buzz uncontrollably since the past few minutes. Lewis has no chill, gosh.
Ayo! Look who's getting flirted on by daddy jeon 😏
This goat. I swear...
Stfu. Nobody flirted with no one.
Oh so now no one is your codename and mister jeon's codename is nobody damn...nice
What crack are you on?
Weed shit. Anyways tell me what was he whispering to you, I'm so damn restless and wanna hear it rn
Dude if you were a girl, you'd be the most bitchy one ever.
Lol prolly true
Tell me what happened pls
Nothing. He just asked me if i was coming to the trip and i said no, so he started to ask me several questions. But i lost it when he took my journal, you know what's in there, right? That shit freaked me to the core. I almost cried in front of him, but I'm okay 😭
Aw my baby :"c
Its okay. It's not like he peeked in right? Just be calm. And yes, i want you to come
His sentence is so improper, it's making me want to laugh my ass off while I'm in the bus with an old lady sitting in front of me.
HOLD UP. I meant like come to the trip. Holy fuck. My fucking dumbass is so stupid
Lmfao :')
It's okay, your grammar is easily understandable to me. And no, I'm going to think on this topic. I don't have enough money for attending it. I'd rather get myself a candy🤭
Candy is better than dick now?
What is wrong with him...? I look up to see my stop arriving, and i get off the bus to go to the corner, where there are no people. And i reply the hoe.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
Well technically, you might not remember but once, you said that if mister jeon wasn't a good, cute and honest teacher, you would give him a blowjob and try to pass the exam. And now that you're finally getting close to your crush, you are going in the damn wrong direction miss
He's not lying, i remember telling this when i was too caught up with the work load, and i failed in history and mathematics badly. But, it wasn't my intention to be so disgusting, and disrespectful.
I might like him, but I'll never do such a disgusting thing. I said that at the time when i was hurt, or maybe pissed.
Oh, so i have successfully accomplished the task hehe
Wait a second. Wow, crap.
What task?
The mission to make you confess that you have feelings for mister jeon ^-^
Bitch I'm gonna smack your ass. I fucking hate you and your stupidass head.
Yes mommy do it harder. Lmao I love you too, baby. And i love your cute little face too ;3
I sniff heavily, and lock my phone, my face heating unconsciously at the moment he put me into realization that i said i like mister jeon. Oh god. This is too much for me to handle, i need some refreshment.
"Hi." Kang waves his hand at me, and i smile, doing it back.
"Is it hot outside?" He asks, glancing at my cheeks, and making me lift my hand up to feel the warmth of my own skin. I skim my fingers past my cheekbone, and feel how blazing my skin is. "No, i think, i have a fever."
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Fanfiction"Addressing my name politely isn't enough, your voice would sound even sweeter moaning it." *[Contains mature and triggering content]* *[Contains some 21+ content]* ©ABIENCEX
