nudes ; jeon jungkook

seven

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kavinsky, erina;

"huh?" i step backwards and grip on my backpack harder. "why so suddenly?" i say with an offended look on my face.

"don't act so innocent, babe." jeongguk comes out of the kitchen with two cold water bottles from the fridge and smirks. "i know who you are and what you do."

"um .. i don't know what you're talking about." i say between clenched teeth, trying to stay cool and calm as possible.

"you're cheeky. i have friends, you know." my breath hitches in my throat but then i quickly get a hard grip on myself and try to stay unfazed. he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. "what's with that face? i was only joking but your expression tells me my false assumptions could possibly be true. what are you hiding underneath that skirt of yours, princess?" he steps towards me with a charming smile but i frown and snatch the water bottle out of his hands.

"you scared me." i say as i open the bottle. it's chilling in my hands but it's exactly what i need to calm myself down from the fire within me.

"how so?" he smirks as i chug down half of the bottle to settle down my nerves. "is erina, the innocent half cast student, not so innocent at all?"

"do you ever wonder why i hate you so much? there's your answer. you said you wanted to help with the project but you're standing here making my ears hurt saying things i don't want to hear. you going to help or not? actually no. either way, i'm calling an uber home."

"no! let's go upstairs. there's great study space in the library, no more teasing." jungkook says as he puts his hands on my shoulders, he stares at my heated, pink cheeks for a while before smiling even wider. "let's get straight in to it."

i try my best not to laugh and seem unfazed by what he says. i don't know why i find that lame jokes are the best ones. he leads me upstairs onto the third level of the grand home he lives in and showcases the large library i could spend the rest of my life in. "this is where i spend most of my time."

"i can tell why. wow jungkook, i thought you were dumb and stupid." i laugh as he guides me around the space to the study table. there's a few in here; each with different design i can easily identify which one belongs to which family member.

"i am. i just stay in here because it's relaxing. my personal library is upstairs, it's like a walk in closet full of porno magazines. want to see?"

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"you agreed to being stupid like, half an hour ago." i shake my head in disbelief. i should have known that he is a genius. his mother is a neurosurgeon, and his dad is an engineer. smart, good looking and loaded. if he wasn't such an asshole i would have fallen in love with him like everybody else has. "why do you act so dumb in class when your IQ is this high?"

"how do you know my IQ? babe, we only share one class together. and that's chemistry class. every time the teacher picks on me while i am talking to my friends and obviously not listening; do i get the answer wrong?" he gives me a while to think about it, and every time i recall a moment the teacher has tried to pick on him due to lack of concentration; he has always seemed to say the right answer. he can't possibly be human. "that's what i thought."

"you don't have to be such a cocky asshole. anyways, where are the toilets?" jungkook laughs and he points into a direction in the back corner of the library.

"just there. don't take too long." he smirks. "never know what type of things you're going to do in there." he says it suspiciously, and i don't know if he knows the mischief i'm up to on the weekends or he's still joking about it because he thinks it's funny.

once i'm sitting on the toilet, i realise that i have left my mobile phone on the study desk and will now have to sit here for at max ten seconds— forced to think about life and how cruel and sad this world really is.

jeon jungkook;

why is she always so annoyed with me? it's not like i've done anything wrong, except the teasing i just figured makes her extremely cute and flustered.

i pull out my phone from my pocket and text yejin a quick "how was your day, princess?" before erina can come back from the bathroom to tell me off and probably smash my phone against the wall. a few seconds after i press send, erina's phone lights up from underneath the thin paper. out of curiosity, i use the advantage of her absence to move the paper off of the screen and check her latest notification. from leo. from me.