Stepbrother ° JJK [EDITING]

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I put Tiffany down on the bed of the school medical center.

The school nurse seems to be out so I guess it's my job to take care of Tiffany.

"You okay, tiff?" I ask her while grabbing the medical kit

"Yeah, it's not that bad" she says while scrunching her face in pain.
"Are you kidding me idiot, it's swollen and purple" I roll my eyes as i hit her head

After I'm done wrapping her ankle in bandages I make my way to the door "where are you going?" Tiffany asks while putting the medical kit away

"With Yoonji. Are you coming with us again after school?" I ask

She hesitates but answers a simple "yes" and kisses my cheek.

Tiffany please don't...

I look at her shocked by her action. she quickly turns away and continues fixing the medical kit. I leave without another word.

If Tiffany is coming again, I better think fast if we use jimin sports car again.

°YOONJI

I sit in class still thinking of Jungkook and Tiffany. What could they be doing in the medical office...

Omg I should stop thinking about it. I trust Jungkook right? My attention was to the window next to me.

"Jungkook why are you late?" I hear Mrs Kim say

"Someone broke their ankle so I helped them" he bows ninety degrees.

He walks towards me while looking into my eyes. I could tell he's pleading but I ignore him.

I pay my attention to Mrs.Kim but Jungkook keeps on tapping my thigh.

"Yoonji?" He whispers

"What?" I turn slightly to him. He grabs my hand and quietly drags me out the classroom through the back door out to the hall.

"What jungkook? We have to get back to class before we get caught" I say worryingly

"It's fine, we won't. Yoonji I'm really sorry for this morning but you gotta understand that it's not my fault" he sighs

I chuckle "Jungkook it's fine. I was just jealous like any other girl friend. Tiffany is the one at fault" I say

"No. it's not." He says quickly. I cock a brow

"Then who's fault is it? Mine?" I laugh not believing this situation

"N-no but it's not hers either so don't blame her. Ever." He says sternly. Uhhh okay...

"F-fine I guess anywa-..." I stop mid sentence when I realized a kiss mark on his left cheek. It's the same lipstick color as Tiffany's this morning.

"What?" He asks innocently

I take my hand and swipe his cheek making sure it hurts "aishhh why are you doing that?" I show him my lipstick stained palm

"Was...was that on my cheek?" He asks worryingly

I put my hand on my hip and raise a brow