Bubbles || Namjin AUs ✔

✯ I Want You, I'll Get You- Part One ⁴ ✯

Summary: Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin have been sworn enemies since kindergarten and can't stand the sight of each other.

However, what happens when Seokjin finds it impossible to stand the very thought of someone else going to the prom with Namjoon before they graduated from high school? What does this lead him into doing, and does Namjoon accept his real feelings that start to become clearer along with whatever the other does?

Warnings: swearing, etc.

Contains: drama, fluff, happy ending.

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Oneshot- 4, Part One
ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS AU
Words: 4010

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Requested by:- @BooksXBangtan

A/N: I'm not sure if I've managed to meet with your expectations but I hope you like it anyways~ ❤ I'm not quite sure about what you actually want since you didn't specifically mention much detail, but you can always tell me what you want to happen in the second part!

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"Ooh, look! It's the nerd again!"

"Hey, loser, look over here and listen to how pathetic you are, will you?!"

Namjoon cursed mentally for not noticing that he was walking right past his bullies in his rush to get to his first class on time, having delayed after having a disastrous morning earlier at home.

He ignored the sneers and malicious comments thrown at him and decided to just look in front of him as he passed those jerks, as if they weren't there, but he still got grabbed back by the hood of his gray hoodie and pulled across the hall before he could react, and slammed violently against the lockers.

"The hell do you want, fuckwits?" Namjoon hissed at the group of four, who now surrounded him and snickered darkly.

"Learn to answer when you're being called, wimp," the guy pinning him to the lockers said with a grin of rage.

"I've got more important stuff to do than hearing your whining ass," Namjoon scoffed, rolling his eyes and shoving the guy off him by the chest.

He was about to storm past him when the bully smacked the back of his head, knocking off his glasses that clattered on the floor. Before Namjoon could react, the guy pushed him aside, stomping on his glasses so that they broke to pieces.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Namjoon shouted, turning around with a murderous glare, a vein popping at his neck.

The other male merely snickered derisively. "Me? Nothing's wrong with me. Can't you just fucking die and relieve everyone? You're the thing that's wrong. A fucking mistake."

That didn't hurt Namjoon. He was more like livid. There used to be a time he used to be extremely upset about the harsh words directed at him, but by now, he knew that listening to those pathetic bullies wasn't worth his precious time.

Just as he was about to say something insulting back to his bully, an annoyingly sweet voice called from behind. "Yah~ what are y'all doing over here?".

Both the boys looked around at the owner of the voice, hands wrapped around each other's throat. A tall, though not taller than Namjoon, blonde guy was standing a few lockers away, leaning against one lazily with his hands in his pockets.