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silent pt. 1

Jungkook's POV

Loud voices were heard as I passed through the wave of people, I'm quite not sure if having noisy people as friends is okay. Then I remembered, I was one of those people who contributed in making such noise.

I loudly laughed when Hoseok told us a joke, which was unbelievably funny.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask, still in the verge of laughing my ass out.

"Internet, duh?" He sassily said.

I just shook my head, making me turned my attention to a blonde-haired guy. My eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion, how can someone be so quiet? He wasn't talking with anyone, heck, he wasn't even with anyone.

Then something urged me to walk and talk to him, his presence just simply amused me. That sharp jawline, the mole in the tip of his nose, those soulless eyes, and lastly, those plump lips which, I think, can be a perfect partner for my lonely ones.

My little adventure of checking him out was disturbed when a specific midget waved his hands in front of my face, "Earth to Jungkook, can you just please pay attention?"

"Sorry, what was that?" I said while blinking my eyes.

"We were saying that we'll go to the court already, you coming?" I almost forgot, there was a game between the school's basketball team and its brother school's team. I looked at the crowd of people who were all running, in luck of having to go first to the venue, then my eyes went back to the blonde guy, he wasn't one of those people.

"No, I need to do something, I'll probably go later."

"Then we'll just reserve one seat for you,"

"Make it two," I said before standing up and walking towards him, leaving my confused friends.

"Hey," I greeted him when I successfully sat down in front of him.

I was expecting him to greet me back, but a cold stare was all I got in reply.

"Ya!" I shouted when I sensed him ignoring me, but he didn't even budge.

"Talk to me," I puffed my cheeks out and tucked my lower lip as I shook him.

"Talk to me!" I whined like a kid.

He turned himself toward the opposite direction, making me pissed off, I was trying to talk to him, this little piece of shit.

I aggressively pulled the seat beside him and sat on it, "Okay, tell me your fucking problem."

I almost peed in my pants when he gave me a scary glare, but I acted like it didn't affect me a bit.

"Let's go," I pulled him up and successfully dragged him out of our room, but when we were halfway to the stadium, he strongly pulled his hand away from my grip.

"What now?" I lazily said.

He didn't say anything, as expected, and turned around to walk away from our destination.

"Seriously, what the heck is your problem?" He stopped and faced me, "Hm?" I mocked him.

He pointed his finger towards me, saying that I am his problem.

"What?! I was only trying to talk to you!" He shook his head in amusement, so, he found me being mad, amusing? This kid really needs to go to the mental hospital.

He pointed himself and turned it to me once again, and crossed his two arms to make an x, what is he trying to say? I don't understand his language.

"Just speak, we have mouths for a reason." I speak obviously.

He sighs, like it was hard for him to talk, "I don't want to talk," he says, barely hearable.