Jungkook Imagines

High School Part 3

sorry guys for not uploading... I don't even have an excuse ... uni maybe, if that counts?

Detention. Or the "sessionfullofwannabebadboys", that's how you and your best friend like to call it. Ironically it's you, who finds herself in this classroom now... hahahaha how sad. 

And that pain in the ass, whose name happens to be Jeon Jungkook, is sitting at the table in front of you.  It's only you and him in this room.  Where did Miss Markinson go anyways?                                                                                                                     

But most importantly: "I finished my assessments a goddamn hour ago... Why am I still here?!" 

You stare daggers into the back of jungkooks head while cursing and wishing him the worst luck  for putting you in this mess. "It's your fault Jeon Jungkook. I hate you...Go to hell!" you whisper, well aware that he might hear you. But he doesn't react and instead yawns, lays his head down on the table and closes his eyes. You can see his long eyelashes and chiseled jawline while he calmly breathes in and out, his back moving up and down. 

It's been 30 minutes. Still no teacher. Great. That jerk is sleeping soundly and you're dying of boredom. Without thinking, you quietly get out of your chair and seat yourself next to him.

*sigh... "I have to admit, he definitely has a breathtakingly handsome face. And a soothing voice, and OH LAWRD that jawli.." YA (Y/N) STOP IT.... you scold yourself. But he is gorgeous. issa fact. But his personality is trash. And thassa fact too. Still, you move closer to his face, to examine his poreless skin, his pronounced cheekbones and dark, prominent eyebrows. In slow motion,  one single strand dark hair falls into his flawless face. For a split second, you fight the urge to put it back. 

"You done fangirling over me?" he whispers amused, his eyes still closed but lips slowly forming  a smirk. WHat? He's not asleep?! Your head bounces back and you are already thinking of 1000 clever retorts. As if you were fangirling. Ha, bish u wish.

But before you could execute a legendary clapback, the classroom door swings open, and Miss Markinson is back, holding a cup in her right hand and a donut in her left. Immediately, the smell of freshly brewed coffee starts crawling up your nose. "sorry, I just had to do some reeaaally important paperwork at my office, it was like reaaallly urgent" she whines, while taking a tiny bite of her donut. She then steadily walks to the teacher desk, plops down in her chair and scans the room. "Damn, somebody call hollywood, acting level Meryl Streep" you mumble inbetween your breaths. 

Your glance back at Jungkook. As always, he is giving you the death stare. Then, he turns to the teacher. Whats he gonna do now? "Miss Markinson, (Y/N) was talking and disrupting me the whole time you were gone. I couldn't focus on my work. Look, she even moved next to me to start a conversation with me! I am so tired of this!" his eyes big and upset. ...OK, he did not just do that. 

You look at him in disbelief. Your mouth drops open. WHat in the WOrld?!. You are so ready to defend yourself: "That's not true, I didn't even say one single word to him! Even if I wanted to, which I really don't, trust me on that one Miss,  I would not have been able to talk to him, since he fell asleep the minute you left this room Miss" you pout, trying to sprinkle some aegyo in.

"Ew stop.. I think I just threw up in my mouth" Jungkook gags slightly.

 " (Y/N) as much as I would like to believe you, I still have to ask: why are you suddenly sitting next to him instead of behind?" Miss Markinson asks. Jungkook tilts his head: "Yeah (Y/N), why is that?" he repeats innocently. "Welllll..." you start.. but soon realise: there is no proper, reasonable answer. What were you supposed to respond? "Because I wanted to admire this dipshits facial bone structure while he was asleep? you kno, enjoy some eyecandy, give some appreciation cause I was  bored to death?" yeah no, couldn't bring that one. not today. 

To jungkooks amusement, you just stutter incoherently, look down and stay quiet. That asshole seriously. Miss Markinson sighs. "Well, (Y/N), I guess you can clean the toilets till 6 pm. Lucky you, it's only 30 minutes. And jungkook, finish your work here and when you're done you can leave. Problem solved." She smiles proudly, then shifts her attention back to the donut.

Ughhh, toilet cleaning? Is she serious? This is like todays chemistry class all over again. Jungkook just getting you into shit, that you didn't deserve. WHats wrong with those teachers?? You reluctantly pack your bag and move past Jungkook while shooting daggers through your eyes. He waves at you with a gleeful smile. "have fun!" "I hate you!"

"Ew... why don't people clean after their shit? like literally.." you ask yourself while whiping the toilet seat. Disgusting. Thank god this is the last cabin. It's already dark outside and you're still in school, cleaning the female restrooms. Only 2 more minutes, before you become a free person again. Before you could go home and watch netflix. And tell (A/N) about your shitty day. Then you would eat Ben&Jerries Ice cream together and laugh about stupid youtube videos. HA. Only 1 minute and 52 seconds left. You can feel an anticipating smile crawling up your face.

*click* !!!!

You turn around in shock. Someone just shut the cabin door... You get up and try to open it, but it won't budge. You try again, more desperate. The handle won't move.  You try again. Nothing. "HA HA HA funny joke!" you shout dryly as you wait to hear a reaction from the other side of the door. But nothing happens.

What's going on? Your breathing gets heavier. "HEY! I'M LOCKED-IN!" you bang against the door, while violently pushing down the handle. Something's blocking the mechanism from outside. *crack* you watch in horror as the handle breaks off. Gooood job (Y/N).

Now, there's no way out. No handle, no window, no ceiling or floor gap to crawl through. Cold sweat runs down your back. "HELP PLEASE!!! I AM TRAPPED IN THIS CABIN IN THE FEMALE RESTROOMS!!!" you shout your lungs out. Your hands are shaking. "SOMEBODY PLEASE!!"

Silence. 

After about one hour of consistent screaming, banging the door, your voice gets hoarse and your fists start to hurt. Obviously, no one will be in a school building at 7 pm anymore. You will have to stay in this little, dirty toilet cabin for the night. "Well... at least I have a place to pee" as you press the toilet flush. It's broken. 

"FUuUUUUUuUUUUUcc----"