BTS Imagines and Short Stories

14 - Rapmonster

"Oh please."
You brushed off the hands of a girl who was pleading with you.
"I know it was you. Just admit it and apologise." You snapped.
Two girls stood in front of you. The one pleading finally stopped and turned to the other, apologising profusely. The one being apologised to looked at you, and you nodded. She smiled and forgave the other, and both turned to you.
"Now leave." You told them, and they obeyed. As did everyone when you ordered them to do something. Why? Because yes, you're the school's popular girl. The "queenka". But, you weren't mean - the girl who you made apologise was bullying the other and you put a stop to it. You used your authority for good purposes only, but obviously acted harsh and mighty in order to keep your image and position as the top girl. Unfortunately to do this, you had to be "friends" with the "kingkas" too, even if you didn't like them.

"Hey, Y/N babe," Jungkook, followed by his entourage, walked up to you as you were at your locker, trying to put his arm around you. He seemed to think he was your boyfriend or something seeing as you both were the top dogs of the school, but no way would that happen. Yeah, he was very handsome and could be alright to hang out with, but you didn't like him in that way.
"Call me babe again and I'll cut your tongue. Touch me again and I'll cut your hands." Your voice was calm but your tone was like steel. There was a stunned silence before Jungkook laughed nervously.
"Feisty as always, what I love," He joked, but didn't attempt to put his arm out again.
"Hey Jimin, V, J-Hope," You nodded to his friends who smiled back.
"You look pretty today Y/N," V grinned, and you flashed him your signature smile as you thanked him and turned on your heel, Jungkook following beside you and the other three behind you.
"Look at them, such a hot couple."
"He's so lucky!"
"Of course, kingka and queenka!"
"She's so pretty..."
You sighed at these comments which you received daily, whenever you strode down the corridors. You smiled when people called you pretty but the couple rumours were annoying.

The five of you walked into the classroom, and for once weren't the last ones to enter.
"Oh look, it's the nerd," Jungkook smirked, and you looked to see the quietest member of the class in the corner, reading. Namjoon really was clever, easily the cleverest in this school. Usually he had his two friends Jin and Suga but it seems today he was alone. A perfect target for these bullies...

"Hey nerd, I'm talking to you! Or do your ears not work as well as your eyes?" Jungkook walked over and grabbed Namjoon's glasses, pulling them off him in one swift motion. Namjoon sighed.
"Give them back."
Jungkook cupped his hand by his ear .
"Sorry, what was that? Didn't quite hear it."
The boys sniggered, watching to see Namjoon's reaction. You felt mixed feelings. And this is why you dislike these popular kids who think they're all it.

"Give them back to him. Now."
The boys turned to stare at you.
"What?" Jungkook looked confused, and slightly annoyed. Crap. I'm supposed to be the queenka. My image... You thought.

"The teacher's coming. Do you want to get caught?" You scoffed, rolling my eyes and pointing at the door as your teacher walked in. More students piled in after them, and every one began to assemble to their seats.

"You're in luck, nerd. Later," Jungkook hissed as him and his cronies sat down in their seats. Namjoon and you caught each other's eye. He actually was handsome, with slick blonde hair, intelligent eyes, cute black rimmed glasses.
What am I thinking?
You turned away quickly and didn't look at him all lesson. You felt something when Jungkook and his buddies were teasing him, but you didn't know what. But whatever it was, you were the top of the school hierarchy and Jungkook couldn't steal that from you... Unless you backed down from your hard nature and protected this loner. You needed to not think about him...

"This is amazing!"
You'd discovered a rookie rapper who had just released some new songs, and were turning it up in your bedroom, blasting it on full volume. This is perfect, you thought as you sank onto your bed and sighed. This guy's voice... It was so fluent and quick, with the right balance of harshness and fluidity, and you just loved it.
"Hm, Rapmonster... Are you doing any gigs by any chance?" You spoke to myself as you browsed through the website.
"Next Friday. Perfect," You grinned. You would be able to meet this perfect rapper at the end of next week.