'I Hate You' | jk ff

Chapter 6

So how is your cousin doing? Jungkook asks teasingly with a laugh, bunny teeth on display as he grins.

"Which cousin?" I ask absent mindedly, trying my best to ignore him on our journey to Jisung's. But for some reason he hovered around me like some persistent fly, seemingly taking great pleasure in annoying me.

"The one whose house burnt down in a fire." He grins, taking several large steps in front of me, covering my view, and completely obstructing the pathway in front of me, allowing me absolutely no space to walk ahead without barging into him.

"Jisung told you?" I sigh, having already seen this coming. Of course, with the both of them now being friends and all, Jungkook inevitably was going to learn more information on me, whether I like it or not, because unfortunately for me Jisung had a big mouth.

"Mhm." He laughs, "And he's told me a lot more."

"What else has he told you?" I ask, in an attempt to seem nonchalant but Jungkook seems to see right through me, a smirk on his face as if he's got something on me. And it seems that he does.

"What?" I say, tone rising as I shove him away from in front of me and start walking at a faster pace away from him, but instead he obstructs my view once again, a larger grin on his face.

"Told me about how you had a crush on our maths teacher last year." Jungkook laughs, and I feel my cheeks heat up. Why could Jisung not keep his trap shut? Out of all my secrets he had chosen to say the most embarrassing one.

"I did not."

Jungkook watches silently and slowly a smile forms on his face, realisation hitting. "You liked Mr Min, oh my fucking God, you liked Mr Min– that's why you always answering his questions no matter how many you got wrong."

He starts laughing, almost hysterically until he's wheezing and I stand awkwardly in front of him.

"I didn't like him."

"Mhm." He turns to examine me, "It's written all over your face." He laughs, poking at my cheeks, and pulling at them, in which I attempt to bat away. "You've gone red, how cute." Jungkook laughs again, seemingly in a better mood than he normally is, making him ten times more irritable than usual.

I turn my back to him, walking away in large steps, in a rather stupid attempt at running away. But his voice follows in the silence, "What do you see in forty year old men?"

"He was thirty-seven." I reply bluntly.

"Oh really? When was he born?" I'm so taken by Jungkook's sound of genuine interest that I almost answer before stopping myself, walking faster in my anger.

"I don't know. I don't stalk teachers." But despite my lack of interest in the conversation, Jungkook seems to be getting more intrigued, and a handful of more questions appear. It doesn't take a genius to realise that Jungkook's blank mind is filling up with more and more questions, no matter how irrelevant. Since when did a crush matter so much to him?

"I can't believe you were actually going to answer. He had kids. A wife too. And that sounded a lot like a January–"

"I never liked him OK? So shut up!"

Surprisingly so, he does, and the rest of the walk to Jisung's is quiet and weirdly enough peaceful. The night grows darker and we walk in silence as I scroll through my phone to try and ignore Jungkook's presence. When we've almost arrived at Jisung's, I tuck away my phone into my jean pocket, looking up half expecting to see Jungkook in front of me, but despite where I turn, it seems as if he's vanished.

See, for Jungkook to get lost wouldn't bother me. But what if something really bad had happened to him. What if he got kidnapped to a gang and got shipped off to another country–