cold beauty | jjk fanfiction

Working together?.. | 2

Although I might quite seem clumsy sometimes, or like I lack the ability to take responsibility, I have been chosen as the school president. And surprise, I take it pretty serious, weirdly enough. I'm pretty determined in what I want to change.

The year was starting and once again I was chosen as the female school president. The teacher had asked me to come to her office to talk to me about what would be different this year, so I was on my way. 

My steps were getting slower and slower until I stopped in front of the teachers door. I cleared my throat before opening the door gently and slowly. First, the teacher fell into my sight. Next to her, that cold stare once again. 

Suddenly, a shiver went down my spine. Why did I feel so cold all of a sudden? The teacher waved her hand, signaling me to come to them. I snapped out of it and closed the door behind me before sneaking towards them, my feet getting heavier with each step.

I stood next to him, wondering what he was doing here. "You probably don't know why you're here." She told us, turning to her desk to look around in some papers, before sliding some out, turning back to us and giving each of us a stack of different papers.

"Last year, each of you were working with the Class presidents in order to take important decisions for our school. However because the two of you got Chosen as School presidents again, we decided to let the two School presidents work together this year." she explained, as I nodded slowly to each of her words.

I could swear I heard Jungkook sigh next to me. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him, what was his issue? It wasn't like I was going to fall in love with him or anything. 

"Alright. Every Monday, Tuesday and Friday you'll have to meet up after School ends, in Classroom 12B and I'll be giving you papers about students that you'll discuss. In exchange, the two of you won't have to participate in any Clubs, the only requirement is to fill out the papers I give you." She explained once more and both of us nodded in synch. 

"When you don't finish in time, I would ask you to meet up somewhere else and continue it. Ah and if Special school Events are upcoming, then I will give you information to talk about. Although I would ask you to meet up somewhere else for that too. We don't have enough classrooms for one to be free, there are Students that need them." she added, before smiling at us.

Both of us were simply nodding and there were a few seconds of silence. "Thats it." she said before turning back to her desk and totally ignoring us. Jungkook started walking and I followed by his side. 

"Hey it's nice to meet you, I'm -" before I could continue speaking, he had already quickened his pace and he was gone. I looked after him irritatedly. "Whats wrong with him, seriously.." I mumbled to myself and crossed my arms. 

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It was Tuesday, which meant today we had our first meeting together. The school day had gone over quickly and everyone went to their Clubs. I made my way to classroom 12B, It was the room my old club used to be in, coincidentally. 

I entered it, however it was empty. No Jungkook. I sighed and sat down. No wonder he wouldn't be here, he didn't seem quite enthusiastic about the Idea of having to work with me.

I sat there for just about 15 Minutes, why did I even hope he would come? Why didn't I just leave? But it wasn't like I cared about him, It was just that he had the other stack of papers which we would need to complete our work. 

I flopped my head onto the table, sighing annoyedly. I should just go home. Right when I thought that, I heard a door slide open and a few foot steps in the classroom. Quickly, I jerked my head up and there he was again. 

The light shining on his flawless skin, so pale but pigmented at the same time. His pink and pouty lips, his small and cute nose, his eyes that almost remind me of those of a doll. He looked like a doll, no emotions, yet so beautiful. So cold. 

Cold beauty.

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