Even Though You Won't Be Mine °rosé

ch; 13

°DON'T FEEL

Roseanne walked towards her locker, early morning classes forced her to get away from her- their comfortable bed. And now she's opening her locker to get an extra heavy and thick book just for her first class.

"Ah!" She yelped, jumping backwards as a flood of flowers and chocolate boxes came out from her locker falling down the floor.

"Woah what you got there?" Jungkook happened to be walking by, picked up a box and opened it. "You're such a pig, you even hid these in locker. I get that you don't want to share."

"They're not mine!" She shouted at him in annoyance, thinking why the hell they are there. "Maybe they're yours! What are playing at?"

"Why would I give you flowers and chocolates? We have plenty at home," he said, a little bit taken aback when she yelled at him. "I wouldn't even kill these flowers. They should be in a vase."

"Yes!" She agreed, cursing the morning because if anyone thought she'd be happy after this, they were wrong. "Just help me and pick up the boxes."

He grabbed her bag and opened it, putting all the boxes inside messily and she glared at him.

"The janitor will be very mad if he sees this mess," Jungkook said, picking up a flower and twirling it in his hands. "Should I put them also in your bag?"

She looked at him with jaw hanging in disbelief. She screamed at him and kicked the locker several times in frustration as he washed her in amusement.

"No!" She leaned down and grabbed his bag and shoved the flowers inside, smirking. "Should I put them in your bag?"

"I really hate you right now," he said, sticking his tongue at the roof of his mouth. "I am helping you, you ungrateful brat."

"Doesn't seem you are," she stuck her tongue out. "Your face displays amusement and not helping at all."

"Yah!" He stood up and pushed her, falling on her bum. "You should be thankful that I happen to have the same class as you otherwise no one will help you get rid of these lovey dovey stuffs your boyfriend gave you!"

"Boyfriend?!" She stood up and pushed him harder. "I don't have a boyfriend remember? Unless you meant a perverted, airhead, lazy, no good, fight picking fiancé who acts cool!"

He grabbed her and turned her around, covering her mouth with his hands. He looked around for anyone though they're the only ones with an early class so no one will appear until the next two hours.

"Ow!" He yelped and stumbled backwards looking at his bitten hand. "Why did you bit me?!"

"Ew, Your hands smells like nachos!" She gasped for breath, hand against the locker to steady herself. "No one's here to hear us, ugh disgusting. Don't you wash your hands?"

"I ate nachos on the way here you brat," he glared and looked at his hand like an infected part. "I swear if I get sick because of your virus, I'm dragging you to hell with me."

"Relax idiot, I brushed my teeth before I left," she said. "Unlike you, nacho-breath."

"I told you I ate on the way here," he said in frustration of having to repeat himself. "You would know if you didn't actually left me again when we're supposed to leave together. Why am I even explaining?"