Never Have I Ever | J.JK Fanfiction

...been so disappointed.

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Author's Note ;
There will be a change
in pronouns to depict the
male's perspective.
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His eyes searched the entirety of the turf to spot that one person whom he wanted right there when he played his way through the hefty figures of the boys from the opposing team. "Man, you okay?", Ben enquired, patting his shoulders. Jungkook turned around with a playful smile and nodded.

Jungkook took a deep breathe and patted his abs nervously -- a weird habit of his! His doe eyes completed a lap and landed on the start point when he caught sight of the girl descending the stairs of the green room. 

A short plaid skirt with the team logo printed as vertices, a crop top with a peculiar sleeve which made the whole outfit look even perfect. Her hair gathered up into a huge pony, pitch black and wavy ; Her eyes hazel brown ; Her glasses replaced by lenses. 

An enchanted gasp left his mouth as his heart beats escalated quicker than expected. Their eyes met soon but she stole it away. His eyes wouldn't move away from her, his girl, the nerd who becomes so angelic in just seconds. One side of his lips goes up, partially proud of himself that he'll somehow make that girl his. 

His heart skipped beats in satisfaction that she too kept glancing at him, her cheeks flushed with blush that wasn't artificial...

...but with blush that was for him.

Maybe! No one knew!

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"Y/n, wait!"
She turned around swiftly hearing the cheerful voice of his. He panted heavily as he halted in front of her. She was sweating but he could still see how fresh and happy she looked. The way his heart raced when he saw her jumping up and down when he won the match at the right moment - it was enchanting.

If only she was his girlfriend at that moment, she would have run into his arms, jumped unto him in happiness and he would have picked her up, into the air, screaming to the world that he had made his life beautiful just like he had seen in one of those dramas one day.

"How could you leave like that?"

"How?"

"You didn't even congratulate me."

He was pouting. He didn't even realize. It was another one of his habits - talking in a pout, making him completely irresistible. He read her face. It was blank. No expression change at all.

"Why would I congratulate you?"

His eyebrow raises automatically. His quirky side comes back as he decides to irritate her like he always does. He smirked, making her forehead pucker in confusion. Taking steps forward, making her step backwards, he somehow got her trapped under his unwavering gaze, his eyes that was directed straight at her watching how cute she looked when confused.

There was a peculiar silence in between, something that sparked things that were hidden as embers inside them.

"Why? D'you think I didn't see you simping over me? When I played...all sweaty...so hot...long hair...cute face..-"

"Oh please shut up, Jeon!", she tittered in utter disbelief. "You're all over yourself!" It made him smile wide, the way she got annoyed so easily. "Let me tell you...you looked nothing like you described...you looked disgusting like you always do." He poked his cheeks at her, her attitude weakening his heart in the most fluttery way. She's making it awkwardly, painfully obvious, isn't she?

"Yeah? Is that why your cheeks are still hot?", he asked taking his chance to gently caress her cheek with his thumb. She straightened her posture for a moment, a gasp left her lips. It was just enough for him, she reacted, what more? 

"What's happening here?"
The shrill old voice caught his attention as he forced himself to move away from her. The most dreaded professor right in front of them, ready to burn them alive. Dating publicly or any amorous activity in the campus was BANNED. Everybody knows that and now what Mrs. Lara had seen is going to create a scene if not handled with care.

"T-This is a clear c-ase of ragging, Mrs. Lara.", she spoke up, her voice feeble, a stuttering mess. Jungkook's eyes opened wide. That was least expected. His lips parted in defense, his mind searching for ways to get out of this tangled mess that would be generated out of a meagre lie. 

"Jeon? This time you will be punished for this if this is the truth.", she put him in the picture, presenting an ultimatum. It wasn't a secret that Jungkook and Mrs. Lara have always been in some kind of hot water. Jungkook was better than her son. Maybe that's why. "This time? Could you please tell me any instance you've seen me doing anything against the rule, Mrs. Lara?"

His eyebrows knit together as he took a step forward. "And I'll take this into account too. Talking back to your teachers." Jungkook rolled his eyes at Mrs. Lara's serious face. He wanted to talk things. Getting reduced marks in exams, cancellation of participation from athletes' meets, denied opportunity to speak in a forum, what not. He had held up for so long.

He glanced at the person beside him - guilt and fear so apparent in her eyes as she looked back at him. It would be a lie if he were to say that he wasn't annoyed and angry by what she did. Lies to disputes, just to spoil the mood. "Off to principal's office, Jeon. Right now."

He scoffed, running his hands through his hair, the anger taking over him. He gritted his teeth, his unfazed gaze straight at the old professor.
He was disappointed by the girl. Very much. It was all with her consent ; she never said a NO. Never. He knew, maybe she didn't think this would happen, but still.

As he was about to walk, a tight yet soft grip on his wrist made him halt on his tracks. "I-It's okay, Mrs. Lara.", she spoke as he turned around. "What do you mean, Y/n? You don't have to be afraid. He'll not harm you anymore." Why is she making it sound like he's a criminal or something? "No...he never hurt me...we were just talking..."

"Talking? People don't look like that when 'talking'. Truth always comes out first and that's what you spoke-"

"Ah please, Mrs. Lara...you don't have to sound so desperate. I am meeting the principal.", he was uninterested - in Lara's efforts to somehow degrade him, and Y/n's efforts to mend the situation. His eyes met hers. He knew she was hurt, and sorry. She really didn't mean this but it cast him down badly. 

He yanked her hands away, not rudely and walked towards the principal's office, not sparing another glance at the women standing behind. His face told what his lips didn't.

This is definitely not the ending that he had imagined for the day.