An androgynous closeted freshman will find himself trapped in the hands of the campus' evil bully.
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Jungkook grows up in a less fortunate family where studying in a luxurious school is an impossible wish.
That's why when he receives an invitatio...
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Jungkook POV
"Nice veggies you got there," my neighbor says.
I lifted my head to look at the young man standing in front of our shop. His blonde hair's on a push back haircut. He's wearing another gray sweater and sweatpants.
That's his typical outfit.
"Are you buying?" I asked curiously. He smiles.
My eyes landed on his dimples. He's a really cute guy but not my type.
Yes, I am an Eighteen year old closeted gay. I've never opened with anyone before. I just don't feel the need to do so. I have more problems to prioritize than my sexual orientation.
"How much is the seller?" he flirts, earning a frown from me.
School will start very soon and I'm still empty-handed. I sent my requirements to different universities already but I haven't receive any calls yet. I'm really not in the mood for dealing with this stupid boy right now!
I rolled my eyes and continued reading the book in my hands. "Hey! You should be kind to your customers," he huffs. I just shook my head.
He always does that. Mom and his mother are really good friends. Actually, he's my childhood friend. But we kind of separated when he turned sixteen. Got himself a new set of friends. A real guy ones.
"Jonas stop messing around and leave me alone," I said blankly and didn't waste my time to look at him. I heard him chuckled.
"How can you be so cold to me, huh? I'm your childhood friend you ungrateful brat," he huffs. just rolled my eyes. "I'm taking these two bags of cute potatoes. How much?"
"Five bucks," I answered. I watched him grab the fresh potatoes and put a five dollar bill on the counter. I frowned when he winked at me. I really hate it when he does that. He looks like a jellyfish. I picked the cash and just waved him goodbye.
He's good looking, yeah. But definitely not my type. I've got no idea about my ideal man actually. I don't have time to find out. I'll know when I see one.
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"How are you doing there honey?"
I looked on the backyard door to see my mom carrying a heavy basket of sweet potatoes. I immediately leave my book behind and helped her.
"You should have called me mom," I told her. She just laughed softly.
"It's not that heavy," she lied. "I saw Jonas passing by. He told me about your sour attitude towards him." My brows arched. I didn't know he was such a cry baby.
"It's nothing mom. You know he's just so good in bothering busy people. But we're cool." I smiled awkwardly. Hell yeah we are. I groaned silently while carrying the heavy basket. This feels like 20kg of sweet potatoes. Damn!
