THE HEIRS | JK FF✔️

Chapter : 4

                            Jiah

Reflecting on the last night just cranked my mood from bad to freaking terrible. Some jerk in a black leather jacket totally wrecked my dinner. We hit up some no-frills spot ' cause Jaehyun swore their food was best - even though the place looked like it was about to collapse. But, the food was legit. Then, some dude come barreling through like a bull in China shop, tripped over God-knows-what, and doused me with his drink. Hot coffee, all over my my outfit. I just bought it week ago. I lost it, full-on meltdown mode. I told Jaehyun to just drop me off at home 'cause my night was officially ruined. Didn't even touch my food. And yeah, I stormed out with an empty stomach, still fuming in the morning.

Walking through the school hallway today, I kept replaying that disaster in my head. If I ever see that guy again....

School was it's usual self, but damn, a lots shifted in just a week. Ji Yeon's kinda slid into the role of my 'good friend'. She's been over to my place a couple of times, and even grandpa's taken a shine to her. But honestly? Half the time, I can't shake the feeling she's putting on an act. Her smiles, laughs - they don't sit right with me. But what I can do? I've kinda gotta deal with it.

As the classroom settled into its familiar routine, the door creaked open, and a figure swaggerd in with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. My eyes narrowed as I took in the familiar sight - the lips and eyebrow piercing, the intricate tattoos that adorned his right arm. It was him, the jerk who ruined my dinner last night.

He strode into the room as if he owned the place, his posture radiating a cocky self-assuredness that rubbed me the wrong way. Who did he think he was, strutting in like he owned the joint?

" class, our Jeon Jungkook is finally back after a year. It's great to see him again, right? Let's give him three claps," Mr. Kim's voice wavered slightly, betraying a hint of nervousness.

The claps that followed were more akin to the timid applause at a funeral than a welcome back. I could sense the tension in the room, the silent apprehension that hung heavy in the air.

Then, with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, Jungkook 's gaze landed on me, and then behind me. And a chill ran down my spine. He mentioned to Mr. Kim, signaling for him to halt mid-sentence. The sudden attention sent a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck, and I quickly averted my gaze, hoping to disappear into the background.

" hey, it's you, isn't it?"  Jungkook's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his tone laced with accusations.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as all eyes turned to me, feeling the weight of his words bearing down on me like a leaden cloak.

" yes, it's you who threw drink on my Calvin Klein shirt," he declared, his words ringing out loud and clear, condemning me in the eyes of students.

"what are you talking about? You started it first!" I retorted, my voice hesitated but then something clicked in my mind that made me fight back, how dare he accuse me of something like that, when what I did was just fight back!

" I said sorry to you, and you ruined my shirt, " Jungkook shot back, his tone escalating the argument right there in the middle of the classroom, with Mr. Kim looking helplessly.

"my dress was also from dior, but did I brag about it?" I countered, pointing an accusatory finger at him. I stood up abruptly, slamming my hands on the desk for emphasis.

Jungkook flinched slightly, but then anger took over. " No, because you threw that shitty drink. What was it, anyway? I still can't get the stain out!" his hands slammed down next to mine on the desk as he leaned in, his eyes locked on mine.

" alright, kids, stop fighting. This isn't the place -" Mr. Kim tried to intervene, his voice trailing off into uncertainty.

" no, Mr. Kim, this is a big deal," we both snapped in unison, cutting him off. The poor teacher recoiled, turning into a statue amid the rising tensions.

I suddenly remembered Taehyung was sitting right behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his face twisted in anger, his fists clenched as if he were ready to jump into the fray at any moment.

Feeling the weight of the classroom's gaze, Jungkook paused and scanned the room, realizing the spectacle he was part of. Straightening up, he smoothed down his shirt and cleared his throat, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. He turned back to Mr. Kim, perhaps hoping for some kind of rescue from the awkward situation.

I slumped back into my seat, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest. The last thing I needed was Taehyung tell this all to my grandpa.

But that jungguk guy wasn't done yet. He slammed his hands down on the desk and said bluntly, " yah! Move, this is my spot."

" Jungkook," Mr. Kim interjected with a sigh, " she has poor eyesight. Perhaps you could sit next to Taehyung today? His seat has a better -"

Before Mr. Kim could finish, Jungkook was on his feet, glaring daggers at another student who quickly gathered his things and moved to an empty seat on the other side of Taehyung. Without saying a word, jungkook dragged the now-vacant desk next to mine, merging our workspace into one.

The teacher, deciding not to challenge Jungkook further, reluctantly resumed the lecture. Meanwhile, I was acutely aware of Taehyung's gaze flickering between Jungkook and me.

Our desks pushed together like that, felt strangely intimate and highly inappropriate. As if he was trying his best to piss me off. He, during the class, looked at me the way Luffy looks at meat, not lovingly but as prey.

It was the last class with Ms. Park. Apparently, I wasn't her favorite student, especially since math wasn't my cup of tea.

" the hell, two bullies at the center of the class, who arranged this?  She exclaimed, her amusement evident.

Someone from the back row quipped,
" Jungkook himself probably arranged it, " eliciting laughter from the class, including Ms.park.

" that's a new one. At least our jiah can learn some math from him. Look on the bright side, students,". Ms. Park added, joining in the laughter. It was embarrassing but what did she mean by learning math from him? There's no way this playboy - looking guy could excel in math. It had to be a joke.

" oh, so it's Jiaa , is it? You didn't give me your name, but I know it now," he whispered near my ear. Making it hard for me to stay composed, especially with Taehyung right behind me.

" it's not Jiaa, it's Jiah. And keep a respectful distance." I said, trying to sound serious.

" I'll call you whatever I want. It's Jiaa to me. Do whatever you want," he retorted with a smirk, unfazed.

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