Jungkook oneshot

선배 part 1

Word:선배(Sunbae),i.e., Senior
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You whined, holding your friend's arm. "Hani, please, can you request your boyfriend to add me in the sessions?"

She pulled her hand out and sighed. "I'm sorry, Y/N but Taehyung won't allow anyone to seek into his hyung's notebook. I had to threat him with a breakup otherwise he had promised Seokjin to not circulate it."

"Then how am I supposed to collect notes? Everyone in the class has grabbed someone or is dating a senior. By the time semester exam will come I'll be doomed." You wanted to cry out loud and clear but it was library.

Hani clutched the books in her arms and looked around. "Why don't search someone who's willing to help you?"

You glared at her, rightfully. "Are you serious? Every has already given their notes to a student. You were my last hope but God has shut that door for me too." You pouted before leaning on a ceiling touching bookshelf.

If only professor didn't had to go on a maternity leave and the substitute teachers didn't lagged you'd be carefree but now the scenario was different. You closed your eyes in exhaustion and huffed in annoyance. If you won't pass the test you'll be grounded. Constant nagging and fights between your parents was already disturbing you. You didn't wanted them to pour all their anger on you. It was unbearable.

"Have you asked him?"

"Who?" You opend your one eye, following her gaze through the books.

There sitting on a table, occupied in his books since last few hours sat College's prodigy. Jeon Jungkook. A quite, mysterious nerd whose voice wasn't heard unless necessary.

He was also a man of rumours. According to it he was misogynistic. Some say they slept with him, some say he's gay. Above of them all he was a rumoured gangster.

A chill went down your spine as you whipped towards Hani. "That's a suicide bomb. What makes you think he'll lend me help?"

"I never said that he'll help you. Do you have any other option?"

She looked at her wristwatch. Her boyfriend was waiting for her at exit to leave. She had to hurry up. "I have to go, Y/N. Consider it. Goodbye." She left you in dilemma. A dangerous game where you were afraid of failure but scared of him.

Your eyes went on him whose nose was few inches away from the page, his hands were running freely on blank sheets as he continued to scribble whatever he seemed important. His outfit was always black with a thin silver chain around his neck and rings adorning his fingers. His body was like hulk. One move and you'll be crushed with no mercy.

How could you dare to provoke him?

But the feeling of helplessness was hollowing you from inside. Guilt, regret and vulnerability was flashing right in front of your eyes. If you won't ask for a helping hand then no one would step up for you.

Unconsciously you stepped ahead, determined to make it even and settled. You could not demand it but a sincere request to an ugly plea could work. You had to grab the opportunity at any cost.

When you stood beside the table watching his head low that's when you realised it was reality and this predator would chew you alive with no crumbs left. Either you'll get his notes or became a subject of joke for whole campus.

'Just don't piss him off.'

Your feet walked you around the table and you began shivering. Suddenly you decided to call it a off.

You won't ask him, that's it.

When you were about to turn he lifted his head to see you frozen in a posture of track race. He leaned back, heaving his chest before pushing his glasses up on nose bridge. With a little scrunch of his nose he looked at you with those dark orbs, showing you how cruelly he could demolish you.