STRANGERS

Part 23 (Dress)

One week before the school festival the classroom was a mess of half finished props and discarded fabric, the air thick with the smell of dust and aggressive amounts of hairspray. .

Jungkook stood in the middle of the class, his legs wobbling as he tried to navigate the classroom floor in the seven inch heels he was forced into for the "Dress up" competition.

"Jeon, move your hips more! You're walking like a broken robot!" a girl with a ponytail shouted, grabbing his arm to keep him from face planting into a desk.

Jungkook let out a sharp, jagged huff, his face flushed a deep, irritated pink.

"This is torture! How the fuck do you girls do this without snapping your ankles? My shins are screaming!"

Across the room, a group of guys huddled by the window, their eyes narrowed into slits as they watched the display. The jealousy was practically radiating off them like heat waves.

"Look at him" one muttered, his arms crossed so tightly his muscles strained.

"Walking around like he owns the place. The audacity of this guy, acting like he's not a complete menace to the student community"

"Tell me about it" another snapped, glaring at the girl who was currently adjusting Jungkooks clothes.

"My crush is literally over there acting like she's the Queen of England helping him. It's pathetic. She's never even looked at me like that."

"My girlfriend's there too" a third guy chimed in, his voice dripping with venom as he pointed at the ponytail girl.

"She's fangirling like he's the second coming of Christ. It's fucking infuriating."

The girls, completely indifferent to the crumbling egos behind them, just rolled their eyes. One girl stood up, sniffing the air dramatically before turning to her friend.

"Do you smell that, sis?"

Her friend caught on instantly, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she glanced toward the wall of fuming, jealous boys.

"Oh, I smell it. Is something burning?"

"It's definitely burning" the first girl replied, loud enough to make the boys flinch.

"Smells like... small, fragile, insecure dicks."

The boys' faces went from annoyed to bright, indignant red in a heartbeat. "Hey! Watch your damn mouths!" one of them barked, but he was instantly silenced by a chorus of mocking laughter from the girls.

"Maybe if you guys spent less time crying about Jeon, you'd actually be worth a glance" a girl shot back, not even bothering to look their way as she went back to help Jungkook walk.

"Don't you all have lives to live?" Jungkook asked, his voice dripping with venom as he turned his head to glare at the huddling boys.

"Or is staring at me your full time job?"

"Ur fault for taking my girl" one of the boys shouted, his voice cracking with desperation as he gestured wildly at the ponytail girl.

Jungkook rolled his eyes before he could snap at them the girls and boys began trading insults back and forth. "Fuck this" Jungkook thought before he tried to balance, his heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Then, he stopped. He breathed in, steadying his core, and he held it.

The girls stopped arguing. The boys looked at him, completely amazed, their insults dying in their throats.