𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒│𝐉𝐉𝐊

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Just as the parking lot began to reverberate with the sound of my phone's ringtone, I noticed a shift in Jungkook's demeanor. His lips curled into a grin, his brows no longer knit together. Instead, he appeared almost... amused.

Jane sprang into action, snatching the phone from my hand and ending the call before we emerged from behind the pillar. There was no use hiding now; the game was up.

As we stepped into view, I couldn't help but eye the paint can in Jungkook's hand warily. After all, who knew what he had in mind? For all I knew, he might just decide to paint my face blue, turning me into a character straight out of an Avatar movie.

He was approaching us with a confident stride, his head tilted slightly as he spoke. "From what I know, Hwang Yena would be the last person on this planet to use 'Baby Shark' as her ringtone."

I shot a quick glance at Jane, who stood beside me with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable as she shifted her gaze between me and Jungkook. Well, this wasn't exactly new territory for her.

He wasn't wrong about that. It happened one drunken night when Jane and I were giving each other dares to use the cringiest ringtone possible. I had won the challenge cause I'd dared her to use those particular sounds during... well, you know. Of course, she'd changed it back in the morning, but I was too lazy to switch mine.

I would have loved to fire back with a cute (not really) retort, but the sight of that paint can in his hand was enough to set my nerves on edge. At that moment, two options seemed to whirl around in my head: Option 1, run back to the campus building, or Option 2, run back to the campus building.

And I decided to go with option 1, because I always prefer being at the top, just like I strived to be number 1 in academics... from the bottom.

Well, not really, I was an average student.

Ignoring Jane's call behind me, I quickened my pace, the urgency to escape Jungkook's looming presence driving me forward. With each step, my heart pounded against my ribcage, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As I reached the campus building, I dashed inside, the sound of Jungkook's footsteps echoing behind me. Panic gripped me as I searched for a place to hide, my mind racing with possibilities. The empty classrooms seemed like my best bet, so I sprinted down the corridor, Jungkook hot on my heels.

As I stepped into the empty classroom, a sudden grip on my wrist sent a jolt of surprise through me, pulling me abruptly toward him. I stumbled forward, my momentum halted as I found myself face-to-face with Jungkook. His grip was firm and for a moment, I felt trapped in his grasp.

My breath came in heavy gasps, my chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. My hair were sticking to my forehead in damp strands. I could feel the heat radiating off my body, my skin flushed with exertion. I must have looked like a complete mess, disheveled and out of breath.

But again who cares.

"Damn it, why the hell were you running?" he said, looking just as much of a mess as I did. It was more of a statement than a question, leaving no room for me to answer.

I peeked a glance, checking if he still had that paint can with him, and surprisingly, he didn't. His gaze followed mine, indicating he understood what I was concerned about. "You made me run around the whole campus because you thought I might do something with that? Don't worry, I wouldn't have ruined that pretty face of yours."

I could sense that smug expression on his face that made me roll my eyes. I spoke up," Yeah whatever, but you still have not answered me." I say, a subtle grin making a way on my lips, my head tilted a bit as I looked up to his level, he was good seven inches taller than me, "I didn't disappoint right?"

For a few seconds, there was a silence, he blinked, his smile turning wider," should have known you were going to do something this petty."

I narrowed my eyes at him as his grip on my wrist tightened. "be grateful you know? That I didn't make some shit up to ruin your relationship with that lovely girlfriend of yours like you were trying that day with Taehyung."

He let out a scoff, as he poked the insides of the cheek with his tongue. "Now where is this coming from? She is just..." He trailed off as silence enveloped is for a few moments. His grip on my wrist loosened now letting go of them. "Never mind. You don't need to know." He continued as he took a step back and left the classroom.

I don't need to know.

It was the same thing he had said to me three years ago when we were seventeen. Three years ago - when I was desperately begging for his explanation about why couldn't we be together. I don't want to recall what had happened between us, it just brings those memories of pain.

And pain is something I don't want to experience...not again...not anymore.

But the hurtful thing here was that he completely ignored everything about Taehyung's part. Was he admitting that he started that lame argument that day and made me look fake in front of Taehyung because he didn't want me to date anyone let alone Taehyung?

I hated that.

I hated how he spent more time with me than he spent with Sujin. I hated how he pulled up with a 'you don't need to know' just like before. I hated how I didn't know what was going on in his head.

But again, I don't need to know.

Maybe it's better that way.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

A/N:

They have history y'all!!!