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"Jungkook," and for God's sake, I'd never been happier hearing my brother's voice and witnessing the guy stop dragging me, tearing his hand away from mine, and stepping aside when Yoongi appeared, distancing me from him, and finally providing me with an assurance of compatibility.
Although I didn't need my brother's protection twenty-four hours a day because I could just tackle this idiot head down. Well, not precisely, because that could be overdone given that he's already taller and looking buffer than Yoongi, let alone me.
"What is going on here? And would you mind telling me the reason you're dragging her like that, Jungkook?" Yoongi asked, splitting his eyes between me and the person next to me. So the name of the oh-so-hot-tempered guy is Jung-? What? Yes, Jungkook! "And how does that bother you hyung?"
Don't tell me he's friends with Yoongi, or I'll be sending a message to Dad about how Yoongi recently became friends with gangsters. Well he almost seems like one. "Fucker, she's my sister," Yoongi said as he stepped aside, finally allowing me to see his mouth shutting down with the understanding, and he eventually glanced away, still provoking me with the frown on his face.
"And, unfortunately, he is one of the people I have known for the past six years." Unfortunately, take note of it." Listening to Yoongi talk about how awful it is for him to befriend this Jungkook guy is absolutely sending me in the opposite direction of what he meant to convey, fortunately not otherwise.
"Oh hi! Glad to meet you" I smiled, more like I grinned while gritting my teeth in annoyance when I extended my hand for a shake, which he stared at for over a minute before ultimately closing around mine, with a moderate tight hold and a touch of warmth. For a split second, his eyes twitched and softened before turning as it was before.
"Jeon Jungkook" he muttered and I smiled again, and I promise that that I tried to be as honest as possible, but the display he was putting on a while earlier, and still with the bleeding fist that must have wounded the boy far more than he appeared, is enough for me to despise him, because hate is a very strong term for him, Yet. "Oh well, see you around, we have got things to settle." Yoongi, who was standing next to me, spoke out.
before grabbing my hand and pushing me around the corner, and the last thing I turn to see is him digging his hand into his pocket and peering through his eyelids. As I walked back the way I had come. I must remember the maps in my memory, or I'm getting lost not late enough when the classes start.
"Wait Yoongi," I said as I drew back, causing him to come to a halt and stare back at me with a 'what now' expression, "well, I had to get things from the convenience store, but things came and I couldn't. Could we just go back and collect them?"
Yoongi closed his eyes, and I know he's becoming enough of dealing with me, so I keep my mouth shut and wait for him to say anything else. "I'm not going back; tell me what you want and I'll have someone get it for you and leave it at your door." Now let's get it done since I'm hungry." I agreed with a nod.
