the girl is 'mine' [ taekook ff ]

group project? or love project?

In the sunlit classroom filled with whispers and the occasional burst of laughter, Shin Rae strutted in like she owned the place. 

Her short skirt clung to her figure and her confidence radiated as she made her way to Taehyung, who was seated at his desk, surrounded by stacks of books and an aura that screamed "don't bother me." 

The moment she sat on his desk, the room fell silent, all eyes glued to the unexpected show.

"Oppa!" she shouted, an overly cheerful lilt in her voice. 

"What do you think about the project? Should we do it at my house? I mean, I'm rich, duh!" Her smile was wide and condescending, as if she expected his heart to melt right there.

Taehyung, with his cool demeanor and piercing gaze, raised an eyebrow, a look of disgust creeping onto his face. He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to suppress the annoyance bubbling within. 

"We need to discuss with the rest of the group. Now, get lost," he mumbled, his voice low yet firm, refusing to give her the attention she so desperately craved.

As Shin Rae's smile faltered, she looked awkwardly around the classroom. 

Encouraged by her inflated sense of self, she leaned in and backhugged Taehyung, trying to play the part of his girlfriend in an exaggerated manner. 

The classmates exchanged amused glances, fully aware of the farce unfolding before them. Taehyung tensed, jerking away from her grasp, his patience wearing thin.

 "Seriously, stop," he muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

With a frustrated huff, he stormed out of the classroom, not bothering to glance back. 

As soon as he left, a wave of laughter erupted in the room, and Shin Rae's facade crumbled, her cheeks reddening in humiliation. 

The moment she thought would make her the center of attention instead left her feeling like a clown.

MEANWHILE ( in spongebob narrator way)

The bell rang, signaling the end of their previous class, and YN and Hobi strolled into the bustling hallway, books clutched to their chests. 

The air was thick with chatter and laughter, a familiar hum at their school. 

Suddenly, YN caught a glimpse of Jungkook's mischievous grin across the crowd, and her heartbeat quickened with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 

She had learned to expect the unexpected from him.

Just as they passed under a low-hanging poster, Jungkook sprang into action. 

He tiptoed up behind YN, ready to unleash his newest prank. With a swift flick of his wrist, he took advantage of her distraction and poured a sack of glittering confetti down the back of her shirt.

"Gotcha!" he cackled gleefully, bursting into laughter as the colorful bits of paper rained down.

 YN halted mid-step, her body stiffening as she felt the weight of the glitter settle against her skin. 

The furious expression that followed was almost comical, her eyes narrowing, brows furrowed in determination.

"Jungkook!" she shouted in outrage, a high squeal laced with fury.

 It was a humorous mix of disbelief and annoyance that sent giggles rippling through the crowd of students watching the scene unfold.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jungkook took off running down the hallway like a bolt of lightning.