it had started simply.
both of you knew of the mutual interest between the two of you; jungkook is hot. he's tall, and plays on the rugby team, and he has one of those smirks that makes every girl within a hundred foot radius fall deeply in love.
and you, well you have your own assets going for you. you know you're attractive, but don't care much to flaunt it.
except for now, when your shorts really were shorter than dress code allowed, and you were leaning over jungkook's desk to get a pencil that really wasn't necessary.
he let out a low whistle as you stood up, not even bothering to hide his gaze of appreciation.
you smirked, blowing a long, caramel strand of hair out of your face and flipping it gently to the side. you blew a kiss and turned around, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as the bell rang.
💋
this flirting thing had been going on a long time, starting out with innocent, shy little pokes every once in a while and soft giggles.
but now as you entered your senior year of high school things had took a nasty turn.
obviously you weren't a thing, judging by how he had never really bothered to ask you out. but that didn't mean that he could walk around, shoving his tongue down any girls throat he wishes and expecting you not to say anything about it the next day.
and so, it became a game.
whoever could make the other the most jealous.
currently, jungkook had his arm around a girls' waist, probably a junior judging from how you had never seen her around before.
he leaned down to press a kiss onto her mauve lips, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time, a smirk finding it's way onto his face.
fucker, you thought as you finally broke eye contact.
jeon- 1, you- 0.
💋
"oh my God, look how hot he is," your girl friends gushed at your table, pointing to the substitute teacher currently taking attendance.
and really, he was.
he was the son of one of the art teachers, and had just graduated from high school three years before. he was tall, taller than jungkook, probably, and built; it was a well known fact he used to be on the football team.
and he had that hair cut, the one where the sides were shaved and he had long floppy hair that he constantly ran his hand through. the one that made every guy attractive when they had it.
out of her peripheral, she saw jungkook staring at her. she smirked.
it only took a bit of lathering it on thick, before she had that man wrapped around her finger, and it was obvious; the whole period was filled with her friends giggles every time the sub handed her papers, or asked her to answer a question, or to help him find something.
"dude, he was totally staring at your ass when you helped him pick up all those papers," your friend giggled.
she grabbed your arm, shaking it in excitement.
"you gotta make a move!"
and so, when the bell rang for lunch, only you, the sub, and jungkook were left.
jungkook stared at you for a bit, expression unreadable, and you stood up, abandoning your backpack at your desk.
you sauntered right past him and to where the substitute was pretending to write something down on a clipboard.
