BTS Imagines and Short Stories

18 - Jungkook

You walked out of the classroom, sighing deeply in relief that it was the end of the day, and it was Friday. College was hard. Well, actually no it wasn't too bad, but you had a lot of work to do and it tired you out sometimes. Not to mention the fact that your part time job is tutoring young children, therefore you basically did educational work 24/7.

As you walked up to the lockers, no - dragged - yourself to the lockers, you spotted him. Jeon Jungkook.

"Seagull, alright?" Some guys came up to him and they exchanged bro hugs and fist bumps, and you scoffed. Yes, he was the school's most popular guy. The Kingka. Everything he said was obeyed... and it sickened you. When you all first began college, you - along with 99.9% of the girls - had fallen for him and his jaw dropping good looks. All the girls were crushing on him and his bad boys ways... apart from you, as soon as you realised he was a player. It annoyed you, how he was so incredibly handsome yet a total jerk, acting cocky and arrogant. And that stupid nickname, 'Seagull', how ridiculous. It just didn't suit him.

"Oh, look who it is, it's Y/N."

You let out an irritated sigh. And the worst thing about him - he seemed to love annoying you the most out of everybody. There was never a day when he wouldn't do one little thing to ruin your mood, although you'd gotten much better at ignoring him and pretending he didn't exist.

"Y/N! Missed me?" Jungkook smirked, leaning against the lockers and looking at you with a lazy expression.

"Why don't you go to one of your many admirers, I'm sure they'll have missed you more," You calmly replied, shutting your locker. Realising you were about to leave, he grabbed your key from the locker door when you closed it.

"Give it back." You glared at him, causing him to chuckle, twirling your key in his fingers.

"And if I don't?" He smugly stared back at you, and you imagined in your head, hitting him multiple times because of his attitude, letting out your anger. You tried to grab it from him but he just held it out of your reach...because he was tall and you were short. Quite short.

"Shorty, you won't get it that way," He laughed, and his friends sniggered. "What do I get in return for giving it to you?" He asked slyly, and you huffed.

"A kick where it hurts, perhaps," You muttered, not intending for him to hear you, but he did, and it made him smile.

"Fiesty. I like it," He grinned, and chucked the key at you, and you caught it swiftly. "Get going then shorty, you don't want to get lost in the crowd!" He chuckled as him and his cronies left, and you sighed. Another annoying thing - he made fun of your height all the time. Blocking him from your mind, you rushed home.

"Hey honey," Your mother greeted you as you walked into the house. After freshening up and coming downstairs, you saw a woman you hadn't seen before in the kitchen, chatting amiably to your mother.

"Hello! I'm your mum's friend," She greeted, and you greeted her back. "I've come to ask you something."

You nodded, indicating for her to continue.

"You see, my son - he's fairly intelligent, but he just doesn't try. He doesn't do any work at home at all. And, I've heard how good you are at teaching, so I was wondering if you could tutor my son for a while?" She asked, and you smiled.

"That's fine! Is Sunday evening okay?" You asked, and she nodded. After getting her address, she left.

"Oh, do you know her son's age?" You asked your mother, but she shook her head. Hm, well you forgot to ask but you presumed around 10 or 11, that's the age you usually tutored.