a/n: hello readers!! this is chen and wen saying hello for the first time!! we are not very good writers so please ignore us as we attempt to pen down your wildest dreams :) it would be really gr8 if you could vote for this story and share it with your other friends!! enjoyyyy <3333
"Ok, Jungkook, remember what we told you. Don't blush, and DON'T. LET. GO. YOU HEAR ME?!"
Jungkook nodded nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on his hoodie. He fumbled with his fingers, an action the usually confident man would not be caught doing. While Jungkook was experiencing a mental breakdown, his close friends, especially Jin, stood next to him, pride evidently gleaming in their eyes. They sniffled humorously, mumbling things along the lines of "He's grown so much". He knew why he was nervous. Everyone did. The flutter of his heart could only be caused by one person and one person only.
Moving forward slowly, he approached a small wooden desk, his eyes glued to the floor, which suddenly seemed a lot more interesting and appealing than everything else. He knew that if he raised his head ever so slightly, he would see her, sitting on the other side of the table. Her gaze held a blazing monster, and it was as if one look could raze down an entire forest. He knew the fire in her eyes very well, from constantly 'glancing' at her during class. They kind of resemble Jackson hyung(Wang)'s eyes, he mused to himself.
He bit his lip and sat down in the chair placed there for him. Turning his head away from the figure before him and looked at his hyungs instead. They believed in him, they didn't want him to lose. He couldn't, his pride was on the line.
Jungkook rested his right elbow on the table, (y/n) doing the same. His large callused hand inched forward to meet her smaller and paler one in a tight grip. Both sides slightly tensing up, they stared into each other's eyes. (Y/n) gulped, her eyes narrowing slightly to enter what people call her 'competitive mode'. Standing next to the table, (y/n) Namjoon, more commonly known around the school as Rapmon, hunched forward, his hand poised mid-air, ready to be swung up on the count of three.
"3, 2, 1, START!" he jerked his arm upwards, leaving the two to start arm wrestling. Jungkook pursed his lips and shut his eyes, forcing all of his body strength into his right hand. The veins on his right arm popped, the whole arm shaking violently from the amount of strength he was using.
On the other hand (see what I did there), (y/n) was biting harshly down on her lips, resting her steely gaze on Jungkook who looked like he was writhing in pain from how much he was shaking. Her hand was turning an angry shade of red from how hard Jungkook was grabbing it. For a moment there, she genuinely thought that he was trying to stop her blood circulation in her hand.
Utilising as much body strength as possible, she twisted her upper body slightly so that she would be facing her left side before used some parts of her shoulder to 'swing' her arm down.
"Ahh...shit I can't hold on for much longer..." Jungkook muttered, forcing himself to hold on even tighter than before. He awkwardly shifted himself so that they reached an equilibrium and a standstill.
(y/n) raised her eyebrows, staring at the male who looked like he was spasming, but decided not to question since all she cared about at that point in time was winning. Under (y/n)'s intense stare, Jungkook felt his gaze waver, his glare losing the venomous edge it had before. Deciding not to maintain eye contact anymore, his mind strayed elsewhere as (y/n) spotted the miniscule crack in his stable iron wall of strength and tried to pin his hand down.
The tips of Jungkook's ears reddened, but it had nothing to do with him trying to use all of the strength he had in his 19 (a/n; now 20 ;-;) year old body. Everyone in the room tensed up as Jungkook's hand descended agonizingly slowly, being pushed down by (y/n)'s hand, breaking the suspenseful standstill. Not being able to stand it anymore, watching his pride and ego crumble before his very eyes, he felt his arm muscles relax, his left hand flying up to massage the slightly swollen right biceps. He looked up and grimaced, only to crash his gaze with (y/n)'s. He couldn't help it; his pulse rate quickened and time seemed freeze. Jungkook couldn't help but feel the difference in their hands, the way that her hand was paler in comparison with his, smoother as well, and how he couldn't even bear to let go. Their hands were like the last two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly together. (Y/n)'s eyes were literally shining like stars and Jungkook really, really did not want that moment to end.
