Jeon Jungkook and Kang Aesira used to be best friends back when they were kids, but things changed. He turned into a different person, someone that Aesira couldn't recognize.
Having to see him at school every day was already tough for Aesira . bu...
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I hurriedly snatched my bag from the hook on my bedroom door, the anticipation of an impending homework assignment driving me to action. While the workload wasn't particularly daunting, I felt an urgent need to rid myself of this academic obligation.
As I crossed the threshold of my room, shedding the restrictive embrace of my school uniform in favor of the soft comfort of my pajamas, I couldn't help but savor the liberating sensation. With a contented sigh, I settled onto the familiar contours of my bed, my faithful study haven for countless late-night cramming sessions.
The pile of textbooks and scattered notes awaited my attention as I mentally geared up to tackle the impending academic challenge. This quiet moment, just me and my thoughts, was a rare sanctuary amidst the whirlwind of teenage life.
Just as I began to sort through the pages, arranging my materials for the evening's academic struggle, my serenity was abruptly shattered by the incessant buzz of my phone. A quick glance at the screen revealed the unwelcome identity of the sender – none other than Jungkook.
A surge of irritation coursed through me as I pondered how in the world he'd managed to acquire my phone number.
I had never willingly shared it with him, leading me to conclude that he must have employed some underhanded charm to coax one of my friends into surrendering my personal information.
Jungkook's message displayed on the screen, bearing his audacious announcement:
Jungkook: Hey, did you hear the good news? We are going to be living together for the next couple of weeks. This is going to be fun.
My immediate reaction was far from enthusiastic. Fun? I couldn't imagine anything more opposite. A disgruntled sigh escaped my lips as I reluctantly typed out my reply:
Me: Yes, I heard the bad news, asshole! I'm far from thrilled, and there's absolutely nothing fun about it! Now, kindly leave me alone!
I secretly hoped that my blunt response would serve as an unequivocal deterrent, discouraging any further communication. However, my optimism was quickly dashed as another message from him flashed onto the screen just moments later:
Jungkook: I am looking forward to it. See you soon, gorgeous.
I rolled my eyes with an exasperated flourish, tossing my phone aside in defeat. I was determined not to dignify his last message with a response, but the realization of the situation gnawed at me.
My arch-nemesis was going to be a guest in my house for the foreseeable future. It was a vexing predicament that left me questioning the cosmic forces that had conspired to orchestrate this irritating twist of fate.
The mere thought of sharing living space with Jungkook had transformed what was already shaping up to be a challenging night into a full-blown personal ordeal, one that I was ill-prepared to face.
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