𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

jhs : imprévisible

summary: in which love overcomes dislike.

genre: fluff

word count: + 1.4k

imprévisible; (adj.)
unpredictable.

warnings: ooc-ness

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"why am i even here?" "because your english sucks and you're about to fail this subject!", i threw my arms in the air, frustrated at hoseoks missing ambition to study. "how many times did i tell you that it's important?", i groaned while getting up. "where are you going?!", hoseok protested. "you're wasting my time.." "i just need some coffee, you're getting on my nerves." leaving a very annoyed jung hoseok behind, i took a deep breath and tried to calm down. tutoring one's own crush sure is a pain in the ass.

— (2 months earlier)

"well done, ms. (l/n).", my teacher smiled at me and handed me the papers. i glanced at them and couldn't help but giggle. it was a straight a, i nearly scored all points. namjoon, my seat mate, sighed deeply. "did you get an a?" i nodded happily. even if i always got a's in english, every good grade felt like an achievement to me. "why sighing so much?", i poked the male sitting next to me and he replied: "i just got a b. guess i should have studied more instead of writing songs." "hey, a b is not that bad, you know that.", i reassured him.

suddenly, the room went silent, and i turned around. there our teacher was, walking towards the school's bad boy, jung hoseok. he rarely showed up to school, and if he did, he would just cause trouble. like talking back to the teachers, getting bad grade after bad grade and such. even if i despised him, i also found myself feeling attracted to him. there was just this aura around him that made several girls fall for him. he was good-looking, could rap and dance. my best friend (f/n) was one of those girls. i wouldn't be surprised if she'd try to get an autograph.

"seems like this exam also wasn't the best, mr. jung. you really need to study if you want to pass this subject." hoseok leaned back, looking extremely bored. "yah, do you think i'd care about shit like that?" some people gasped, he was being rude as ever. i frowned and leaned over namjoon, whispering to him: "this guy is such a jerk, i wonder why so many girls fall for him.." namjoon agreed and raised an eyebrow when he saw hoseok and his dumb friends laughing over some younger students, god knows why.

after class ended, my teacher asked me if i could do her favor. "it depends on what kind of favor?" "i'd like you to tutor hoseok in english. you're the one speaking it most fluently here and maybe he might listen to you. his parents are desperate, they also are willing to pay for the tutoring lessons." i took a deep breath and nodded. "yes, i'm willing to do that."

— (flashback end)

and here i was now, with a rebellious, hot guy sitting in the living room. despite the amount of lessons we already took, he still was being a major pain in the ass. sure, his grades got better, after i threatened to spill out some of his secrets i somehow found out about. the weirdest thing was? he actually listened to me. i often wondered why.

"damn it nerd, where the heck are you?", i could hear hoseoks voice from the living room. groaning in annoyance, i made my way back to the room we were studying. "don't you call me a nerd. just shut up and let this be over with! " it was the first time i ever raised my voice when speaking with him. "for real now, i've had enough! i just try to help you but you keep stuck with your stupid bad-boyish behavior, insult me everyday and keep making fun of me! why can't you just stop? i love you so much, and that's why i hate you more than everything! i hate you for making my heart beat so fast, for making me want to giggle, for making me feel like this!", i noticed that i was literally yelling the last part, hot tears were trickling down my cheeks.

"uhm...i think it's better if i leave now.", hoseok mumbled, grabbed his things and left the house, leaving me behind. i fell to my knees, clutching a pillow in my hands, crying. maybe i was overeating, but hey, i just confessed to my crush and he...well, he did not reject me. but for real now...why would someone like him accept a girl like me? "i think i need to forget about him...that would be the best solution."

—

"today, we are going to write another class test. please take out a pen and a piece of paper, it won't be for long. stop talking to your seat mates now.", our teacher announced. everyone groaned, most of us didn't learn for anything. "well, you're screwed then.", i thought bitterly. when i turned around, i noticed that hoseok was sitting in the background, eyes trained on the test in front of him. suddenly, he looked up at straight at me. i quickly looked away, not being able to deal with him now.

the test ended after 30 minutes and everyone who finished was free to go. i belonged to the first, so i grabbed my school bag and headed outside. leaning against one of the trees, i inhaled deeply. "i don't think i can continue to act like this anymore..." "then how about you just stop?", i heard a deep voice next to me. of course it belonged to hoseok, who leant against the tree, facing me. "what do you want from me?", i asked, raising an eyebrow.

"talking?", he answered, approaching me. "about what?" "you and me." i stumbled backwards until i felt the rough wooden tree pressing against my back. hoseok placed his hands left and right from my face, trapping me between the tree and his muscular body. "uh, what's with you and me?" he leaned even closer towards me, our faces barely inches away from each other. i gulped. "please tell me, what's with us?", i asked again.

all of a sudden, hoseok pressed his lips on mine in a hungry, breathtaking kiss. he cupped my face in his hands, pulling me even closer to him. i blushed deeply, wrapping my arms around his neck as something to cling to. soon after we needed to pull away due to lack of air. "what the heck was that?!", i nearly screamed. "calm down and let me explain. it's as simple as that. i'm in love with you." i shook my head, crossed my arms in front of my chest and answered: "i don't believe you. you're the school's bad boy and heartthrob, so many girls fall for you and there's the rumor spreading that you never care for a girl, that you just treat them like rubbish. how should i believe you then?"

hoseok hugged me tightly, burying his face in my hair. "i'm so sorry for pulling this attitude. i mean, you were always the unreachable one. whenever i saw you scoring top grades, hanging around with your friends, i felt jealous. i wanted to be there too, to hug you and to be able to call you mine. so i thought you like this bad boyish attitude. guess i was wrong then?" good thing he was hugging me so he couldn't see my burning cheeks. "mianhae. please, forgive me for being such an idiot?"

when i looked up at him, he was pouting in the cutest way ever possible and it needed a lot for me to hold back. i wanted to poke and squish his cheeks so badly. "y-yes, i'll forgive you." when he heard that, hoseok grinned and started to jump around like crazy. "this is so great!", he yelled out of happiness, making me laugh so hard that i had to sit down for a moment. hoseok joined me right after, hugging me and nuzzling my neck. "jagi...." again, i blushed at hearing these words. "y-yes?"

"i love you." i breathed in and out deeply, before i pecked his forehead. "i love you too, hobi." "h-hey, when did you hear that name?!" i pouted at him innocently. "i heard it some time ago. you were praising yourself as "hobi hobi!" so i assumed it's your nick name?" hoseok nodded, obviously embarrassed.

"no need to be embarrassed, hoseok. i love you lots, even when you're being crazy af."

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edited; 2017/10/03.

like, why tf did i use romanized words. why.

"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
— emily brontë; wuthering heights