kavinsky , erina ;"on ions," the chemistry teacher announces, and i cross my fingers underneath the table i don't get selected for the dreadful topic. "jeon jungkook," he says, running his fingers across his sheet. "and kavinsky erina."
my luck vanishes before i could tighten my crossed fingers. when i turn back to jungkook, he's already looking at me with an expression on his face i could only described as annoyed.
it was almost as if he was calling me to move over to his table, instead of moving over to mine as he should be, as i, of course would be doing all the work.
i mentally groan as i shuffle all my books together and make my way, almost shamefully to the back of the classroom where he, and half of his bangtan losers terrorise.
"je-on jung-kook." i take a seat in jimin's seat, who had moved to sit with his partner.
"kavinsky." is all he says, not even looking away from me when i catch him staring. "your skirt is so long."
"my skirt is just above my knee, jungkook. sorry that i don't dress in my uniform to impress you." his name rolls off like venom on my tongue, and he plasters on his million dollar smirk.
"every girl dresses to impress me babe, you might not right now, but i will get you in nothing once you fall in love with—"
"smooth, so cool, i am so mesmerised by your charming actions. now, do you know anything about ions?"
"yeah, i know that i want to be an ion so i can form an exothermic bond with you, baby."
"uh.." i reply innocently, blinking three times awkwardly, pretending to not understand his language. "that doesn't make sense but—"
the bell rings and i get up from my seat, holding my books in my arms, eyeing jungkook in peripheral vision sitting there calmly watching me pack up.
"are you going to help with the project?"
"nah, lol."
"it's okay. just don't bother me and i will get it done for the both of us okay?"
"you're asking me not to bother you despite having your locker beside mine and having to sit with you each science lesson?"
"yes."
"i am afraid that no can do, sweetheart."
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nudes ; jeon jungkook
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