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 made my way down the crowded hallways towards my locker, eager to gather the materials needed for the impending class. As I approached, my locker an unexpected scene unfolded before me – my locker, usually a sanctuary of books and notebooks, was now a stage for an intimate encounter. Upon closer inspection, I recognized the two individuals— it was Jungkook, known for his rebellious demeanor, and Hara, a cheerleader recognized for her sensible choices, were engaged in a passionate moment that seemed out of character for her—an unexpected pairing that caught me off guard, considering Hara's usual avoidance of individuals like Jungkook.
"Could you please go do that somewhere else?" I interjected, directing my request at the two conversing figures.
"Sorry, Aesira," Hara replied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
I couldn't help but wonder what had brought Hara, someone generally sensible, into the company of Jungkook, who stood unyielding in front of my locker, with Hara pressed against it.
"Move, Jeon Jungkook," I snapped, irritation seeping into my tone.
"Make me," he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips.
Jungkook had reverted to his usual troublesome self in recent days, testing my patience more than once. Frustration bubbled within me as I asserted, "Jeon Jungkook, you better get your ass and leave! Hara, what are you doing with him anyway? You can do way better."
"Fuck you, Aesira," Jungkook shot back before storming off, leaving Hara standing there, visibly embarrassed.
As I shook my head in exasperation, grabbing my essentials from the locker, I couldn't help but reflect on the recurring patterns of girls getting entangled with guys like Jungkook. With a sigh, I headed to my next class, only to find Jungkook sulking at the back of the room like a petulant child. Ignoring his glares, I settled into my seat, knowing that my mere presence seemed to irk him.
My phone buzzed in my jacket, and without checking, I already knew who it was. Retrieving it, I confirmed my suspicion—it was a text from Jungkook.
Asshole: Thanks for cock blocking me ! Not!
Rolling my eyes at his predictable message, I chose not to respond. Lisa, with her commitment to waiting until marriage for a serious relationship, had likely not interested him anyway. I stowed my phone away, refusing to be drawn into unnecessary drama.
The upcoming weekend loomed, and I couldn't shake off the sense of dread accompanying the prospect of spending time with Jungkook. If it weren't for the visit to his grandmother, I would have concocted an excuse to avoid him.
Reminding myself that it was only another eleven days until some kind of respite, I resignedly pushed thoughts of him to the back of my mind.
The disappointment lingered, though, as I had hoped for a positive shift in our dynamic. Alas, Jungkook's return to his obnoxious self suggested otherwise. I sighed, acknowledging the reality of the situation, and made a mental note to navigate through it with resilience.
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