"Can you try to not like me? Maybe if you do, then I'll learn to not like you back."
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While having to protect himself from the demons of his past, Jin has a duty to protect Jungkook, the spoiled son of a billionaire business tycoon. His life is one...
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"Where's Jungkook?"
A hush fell over the table as the two boys seated on the bench ceased their activities and looked up at the person who was looking down at them with indifference, like whatever their response would be wouldn't matter to him.
But they knew better. They knew whatever came out of their lips mattered a lot.
"Uhm," Bambam started, looking around at the other dude on the table hoping he would speak instead because he didn't know what to say. "Jungkook is, uhm, with a teacher."
"What teacher and why?"
"He's obviously lying, Jin," Jin's friend, Jimin said casually, not looking up from his Samsung phone. "Taehyung, do you really think this picture is better? They already paid me for the ad," He asked, as he turned to the other boy standing next to him and Jin, tuning out the conversation.
Jin looked between the two friends sitting on the bench, both too scared to look him in the eyes. Just like everyone at school they were afraid of the constant frown on his face or maybe it wasn't his expression, but the knowledge that he was a retired street fighter at 18, with bright scars all over his body.
It was always hilarious to see them cower and scurry out of the way whenever he showed up even when he didn't spare them as much as a glance. They just didn't seem to understand that as long as they didn't bother Jungkook, he didn't give a rat's free ass about any of them.
"No, I'm not lying!" Bambam defended, waving his hand frantically.
"It's the truth," A smallish blonde boy added next to Bambam. Yoongi. He was the one out of the two who had a bit of balls. He was a social media influencer, like Jimin, always taking photos of whatever seemed interesting to him. "Mrs. Jang called him in."
"Why?"
"Because she can't get enough of my fine face," Jungkook said from behind before heading over to take a seat beside his friends on the bench. "What do you want?"
"Are you failing your class?" Jin asked.
"Why? Need something to report to my parents, Secretary Kim?" Jungkook asked, taking a seed of grape from Yoongi's tray and popping it into his mouth.
If his words offended Jin it didn't show. "I don't need to report anything to your parents, young master. If you're failing, it's no one's problem. You're the one who's going to suffer the humiliation and embarrassment in the end, not me or your parents," Jin stated plainly. "Your mum texted me."
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Does she need you to wipe my butt after I take a shit?"
"Being vulgar is not a charming look on your fine face, trust me," Jin said. "She needs you at the country club. I'm taking you."
The frown on Jungkook's face only intensified. "There's no way in freezing heaven or scorching hell that I'm going anywhere with you."
