ceo; pjm (cringe af do not read)

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"did you even like our..." Jungkook avoided eye contact, nibbling on his bottom lip. I couldn't help my eyes that wandered towards his lips.

"Date?" I smiled cutely at him, even though I was cringing internally. How stupid I might've looked.

There was a short awkward silence, for whatever reason after I smiled at him. He just froze in his spot, his eyes glimmering as he was staring intensely at me. He looked serious, too serious.

"Eh, are you alright?" I awkwardly chuckled. He didn't look away. It was making me feel even more uncomfortable, but not too much. I didn't not like this pie, he was too cute to be disliked.

He was handsome. And hot. And cute. And rich. And just perfect, anything a girl would want. Hell, girls would even kill for this guy.

But again,

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.

Fuck. I couldnt stop, i couldn't even if I forced myself. The worst part was, I didn't want to.

"I loved it." I blurted out, and his face lightened up. An enourmous smile crept up his face, his eyes closing. I was in awe as I stared at the view in front of me. I have never seen a guy smile like that before. And to be blunt, it was death-threatening.

It's so hard to explain what I felt.
I wasn't happy. Nor was I sad. In particular, I didn't feel anything at that moment. I was just, amazed.

This guy, was something. First, so serious and awkward, before turning into something that isn't supposed to exist, no, no, no, he was too cute,

Too cute for me. For this world.

I scrunched my nose up, thinking about Jimin again.

Unknowingly, I blurted out his name.

"Jungkook." I said. His face fell at my serious tone, and he mumbled out a small 'yes'.

"Your too fucking cute." For him to get a compliment that he was supposed to give me, made him surely embarrassed.

"Eh, thanks?" He smiled slowly, awkwardness joining in our conversation again. My cheeks flushed, and I softly smiled back.

"So, I should go in..." I was pretty eager to walk through the door that stood directly behind me.

"Eh, yes. Of course." He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. He was just so adorable.

"Goodb-"

"Sang ki?" He snapped his head up, his cheeks turning slightly pink. Confused by his sudden change of attitude, I hummed in response with narrowed eyebrows.

"Can I kiss you?"

With that being said, a small cough was heard. No, actually, small would be a wrong word to describe it.

It was a type of 'roar-cough', if that exists.

"I-" I couldn't speak. I have never been kissed before, and I wasn't completely sure about letting him have my first kiss.

Again, the same pain corrupted in the pit of my stomach, slowly spreading towards my heart. My heart hurt. I didn't want to say no, but I didn't want to say yes, either.

"Jungkook-" I was cut off midsentence by my saviour for the day, Kim Taehyung.

Gotta thank him later.

"Noona? And..." He eyed Jungkook suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

Jungkooks, gaze wandered elsewhere with his cheeks still tinted. My cheeks were probably redder than Taehyungs bowl that he once got as a gift.

Tsk, it was mine anyway.

"Noona, I can get the spanky-thing you sometimes use on me y'know. This guy, who's he?" Jungkooks head whipped to the side, eyes narrowed.

"S-Spanky-thing?" I internally stabbed my face with a knife, again. I closed my eyes shut, feeling embarrassed because one idiot had to butt in and talk about my favourite whip, that I likely use on people when im in serious danger— or when in simply annoyed.

Nevermind about thanking him...

I rolled my eyes up to the point I saw a slit of my brain. Eww.

"Yeah. Excuse me, Jungkook,  but I will be leaving. Have a good night, and get home safely!" I smiled at him through gritted teeth at his—still flushed but confused face.

Adorable. Adorable. Adorable.

"Now, now..." Taehyung had a poker face, still watching after Jungkook was gone. He ignored me.

"Noona, cook me food." He said, still not looking over at me. He didn't see what state I was in.

Oh, food?

"Food?" I asked, a smug smirk appearing on my lips.

"Yeah, you know what that is—" he stopped for a second, still not looking at me, "things that humans eat. like—" I cut him off midsentence,

"I will cook a perfect Kim Taehyung tonight. His butt cheeks will be so juicy, ah, im already drooling"

A terrific smirk was viewable on my face, and Taehyungs head snapped to my direction. Aware of the situation, his eyebrows arched up, until they seemed like they were part of his hair. His eyes wide, and a terrified look on his face.

"God fucking damnit. Sang, don't scare me. That's fucking cannibalism!" He chirped, a weirdly high voice for his normally, deep and rough one.

"Oh yeah baby, let's get'ya all nice and clean before getting heated. Like, I don't wanna taste your poop, right?" I laughed evily, and his eyes went wide, before his poker face returned.

"Nah, I'll letcha' have a taste of my poop."

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IM so sleepy. Tomorrow, we'll be getting our scores for the midterms, HOLY SHIET :')