The tangled web

loving you is

"Sorry, not interested" you replied your so-called admirer as he held your hand and proposed to love you. Sounds cliché? it was, for you. You were not interested in the concept of sweet and platonic love. It was always eros kind of love that you craved for, and that too only with 'him'.

 "What? Are you sure, I mean girls would line up to- "He replied to your oblivious statement but was soon interrupted by you. "Did I stutter?" He was shell- shocked and stood their looking at you with the same stagnant expressions.

You shrugged his hand away and walked out of the classroom with your bag hanging on one side of your shoulder and your files and stuff in other hand. As you walked along the periphery of the corridor, carrying your botherless and terrifying aura, accidently, you bumped into someone you least expected to see in this part of your college.

 "Watch ou- "you said as you bumped into him but stopped as you met his eyes. They were as brown as always, captivating your soul, throwing daggers to the core of your being, and making you lose your self-control that you claimed to have around him. You force saliva down your throat as you looked at him.

"Sorry, my bad" he whispers in his soft yet dominating voice.

Seeing him uncharacteristically flustered and muttering a brief apology brings a small smirk to your lips. It's a rare sight to see him caught off guard, and you can't help but find it endearing. You maintain a composed expression, though my heart quickens in response. Clearing your throat, you reply in an aloof tone.

"Apology accepted... but maybe next time pay a bit more attention to your surroundings, yeah?" Pay more attention to me? Shut up Y/n.

He walks past you, as you manage to calm yourself down, but your eyes never leave the sight of him, until he vanishes away from your sight. Again, you were left alone with your thought in the middle of the corridor, as it is already past the regular timings of the college. 

You had to stay back because of the upcoming competitive fest, where the students were going to compete in distinguish fields with different universities. But your mind was still struck on another observation, why was he here in distance education department after the college timings?

Jungkook was one of the popular kids of the college, you know, the kind that always get their work done one way or another. He was the only son of a powerful businessman of Korea. He was majoring in Computer and Information research science. Despite of his influence in the college, he was one of the toppers of the uni.

As any other girl of the college, you were also flattered by the generous amount of beauty Jungkook was given, by the god. The quiet, enigmatic, senior computer science prodigy had an aura that drew you like a magnet. But you were respectful enough to not buzz around him for the sake of blessing your eyes. You knew it was irritating as you were also popular in your college. Your phone was your partner in crime, as you knew you can know his whereabouts through his or his friend's socials.

And as always you tried to take out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans to check him out, until you found that you might have forgotten it in the classroom. Now you had a reason to follow him to the end of the corridor. As you reached your classroom, you found the phone on the lecturer's podium but could not comprehend where he went.

JUNGKOOK'S POV

I looked at her as she walks by the corridor in her seraphic aura. As much as I would like to deny, it was almost impossible for anyone in their right mind to be oblivious to Y/n. It wasn't tough, finding reasons to fall head over heels for her.

I walk past her, and with slight intentions, I bumped into her and there... I saw her from up close. Oh, how much I want to kiss her right now, right at this moment. But not to my ignorance, her voice, with a sense of arrogance, sent goosebumps throughout every inch of my skin. And there goes my confidence. "Sorry, my bad." I could have spoken something, ANYTHING. Shit.

"Apology accepted... but maybe next time pay a bit more attention to your surroundings, yeah?" I walked past her; I could not let her see my flustered state. And also, I knew, her phone with that guy needed more of my attention, who knows what that bastard may intent.

As I passed by her classroom, I eavesdropped on the guy I was here for. Okay confession time, I might have listened to their conversation and found out that she left her phone here while talking to this piece of shit. Now, do not ask me how, that's for later.

 "-she rejected my proposal without even giving it a second thought. But she accidently left her phone here. Maybe I can start another conversation with her through this pho-" he blurts out to another person on the phone. Before letting him complete his conversation I confronted him, and he cuts the call without listening to the person on the other side of the call. 

He was terrified, probably because of the looks on my face? Yes, I was jealous but contented that she knows she deserves better than 'this'.

"Give that to me and leave" I said as I walked up to him. He seems conflicted but gave up as soon as he looked up to me. He gave the phone and rush walked to the exit. Well, being popular does have its pros.

I looked at the screen of the phone, it had her smile framed. I stared at it until I heard footsteps coming toward the room. I quickly kept the phone on the lecturer's podium and rushed towards the cavity between two walls on the extreme corner of the hall. 

Who could have thought that the opening made supposedly for extra charts and supplies could actually be beneficial to student one day.

It was her, she looked around and found her phone where I left it. She left as soon as she found her phone. And I stared at her for as long as I could, that is until she left the class.

END OF JUNGKOOK'S POV

You exit the campus and walked toward the bus stop, still drowning in his thought. As you entered the bus, you looked into your phone, as if it had been months or years since you last checked on him. 

You clicked on Taehyung's story and then Jimin's, with a hope of seeing him in either of their stories. And there, you found him, they were also preparing for the competition supposedly, at Jimin's home. This means everyone is going to be in the fest? Maybe. That's great.

You walked back to your apartment; it was dark with no signs of life. It was just another random day for you, same monotonous tasks.