playing by the rules || j.jk

XVIII

"Chapter 18"

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Jungkook's POV:

After a few cigarettes and one hit from the blunt, I was already feeling a lot better. I could've gone back to lesson but I knew she would be there. Ji-Young would immediately bring me down from my high. On top of that, the class was presenting their final pieces for the winter term. I didn't want to present mine yet.

Once the bell rang and the unenthusiastic sea of students flooded out of the halls for the weekend, I finally went back in to the building. I checked around, seeing no one, then happily strolled through the halls. Around the corner from my art classroom, I heard the shuffle of footsteps and sniffling. Instinctively, I wedged myself between a small space between the locker and the wall. Thank god for my lean body. 

A female figure lightly jogged from around the corner, sniffling and muttering to herself. She looked familiar. The hair. The bag. The thin but still curvy body. Ji-Young?  Every strand of DNA in me wanted to go and hug her, but I knew she was annoyed at me for whatever reason. So instead, I waited until she left. And once she did, I un-wedged myself from between the lockers, getting one thigh stuck in the process, and quickly ducked into the art room.

I strolled into the cabinet, searching through all the folders to find mine.  Odd, it's not where I left it. I noticed one side cracked open, not completely shut all the way. Not only that, but inside everything was messy and unarranged. But one thing was placed in neatly. 

My final project.

Ji-Young saw it.

 A sense of panic washed over me. She was already mad at me, what if I'd made her sad over this? She can't have seen this without reading my conclusion of it. My heart clenched as my stomach knotted. The worst thing was, was for the first time in long, I wasn't sure what to do.

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On the couch, I stared at the TV screen. The blank TV screen. I'd taken a shower which usually helped me to think. But sadly, the water can't clear my thoughts. A light knock at the door broke me from my senses and I practically leapt over the couch, hoping, just hoping, for a familiar short girl with a sweet face. But instead I was greeted by long legs clad in fishnets and a face with too much mascara and dark lipstick. My hopeful smile faded.

"I'm not in the mood Ji-Eun." I rolled my eyes, walking back inside. She followed behind me, her heels clicking on the wood floors. I slumped back onto the couch, staring at the screen once again.

"Awww is little Kookie grumpy, well I'm sure I could fix that." Ji-Eun purred as she straddled me, hands fondling my buttons. Usually, I'd already have her in bed or on the counter, but she didn't turn me on. Not one bit. 

"I'm pretty sure you can't." I shoved her off, letting her fall back onto the couch. She wasn't wearing underwear, so she revealed herself in the process, due to her belt like skirt. Immediately, she attempted to arrange herself, sitting back while I removed myself from the couch.

"B-b-but oppa-"

"I'm not your oppa!" I yelled, sick of the name. She flinched. "You're older than me anyway."

"Aw oppa your so hot when you're mad." She started to get up again but I sighed and turned away. I felt her hands run over my shoulders, her head in the crook of my neck.

"Shouldn't you just give in to temptation, just do what you want."

"O-oppa, you dropped you're cigarettes." Ji-Eun jogged over, handing an almost full pack of fags to me. She was desperate at this point, adjusting her boobs in her skin tight dress. She'd always been a fan of dress up and role play. I guessed it to be because of her major insecurity.

"Take them, I'd rather not have them."

"B-but why?" 

I thought for a second and recalled what Ji-Young told me. "Rather not die young, nor have erectile disfunction. And you know, now I see why Jisoo never liked you. It was so obvious all along, how did six year old beat me to it." I laughed in disbelief, shutting the door behind me, laughing even harder due to her shocked face.

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I practically sprinted all the way to Ji-Young's. Some people from school tried to greet me but I just waved and carried on, wanting to get there as soon as possible.

Once I turned into her neighbourhood, I slowed down, catching my breath again. I waited a second for my heart rate to slow but it never did completely. In all honesty, I was flustered and worried. What if I really have ruined our friendship? I just tried to keep the doubts at bay, especially since I could see her house approaching, and my feet were eager to be at her door now.

I knocked once and waited. Then a second time. I barely waited for the third time as my impatience was growing. Yet as I reached for the fourth knock, I heard the locks clicking and her voice mumbling. I'd planned everything I was going to say but as soon as the door opened, my mind went blank.

((A/N: Legit me going into a test. No matter how much I revise, as soon as I step into that classroom or exam hall *poof* all information GONE ))

Just seeing her standing in the door way, pyjama trousers and a tank top on, hair in a messily placed pony tail, graphite and paint staining her fingers, was enough to make me calm again. My heart fluttered and my gaze went soft. But I became worried when she couldn't even look me in the eye.

"I-I'm sorry, f-for being stupid. I went back on our little deal. A-and I'm sorry about the paintin-" I stopped when she held my cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

"The deal. It's stupid. So what, you were hanging out with Ji-Eun, that's fine. And the painting-" She paused, finally looking me in the eye. "The painting isn't something to be sorry about."

"In fact, thank you for painting it." She whispered, looking me dead in the eye, hers glazed over with unfallen tears. A sense of urge came over me and without thinking, I leaned in quickly, holding her face with both hands and pressing my lips to hers. 

She tensed against me, before calming, her body slightly falling into mine. There wasn't much to the kiss, it was obvious she wasn't sure what to do, but her hands clutching my shirt told me enough. It was a quick kiss, just a prolonged peck, but it was by far the best kiss of my life. For once, I felt something besides a certain erotic blood rush. I felt light and bubbly in entire torso and my legs had a slight weakness. The high of her kiss was better than any drug.

"I'm sorry, I just-" I said quickly as we pulled away, seeing the look of bewilderment in her eyes.

"Stop apologising Jungkook, there is nothing you need to be sorry for."

Unsure of what to say, I lightly guided her back inside the house, not wanting her to be cold out here in the October air. She smiled, kissing me quickly on the cheek before closing the door.

And I've never felt it before, but I think this is what love is supposed to feel like.