Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

A New Friend, A New Secret

WARNING☡: If you're uncomfortable or sensitive about the topic of homosexuality, even if it's intended as a joke...well, I actually don't know what to tell you. It is just a heads up.

I was at the school park, reading a book. SIKE! Nah, I was sitting on a bench under a tree, checking out boys and watching people mind their own business.

For once, the weather was perfect. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze that would make the leaves on the trees rustle, a blue sky covered in beautiful clouds that look like they were painted on. I heard the birds chirp behind me, making beautiful music.

It might seem a little cheesy, but I like nature. Hiking use to be one of my stress relievers, besides dancing. In the mountains, there would be various streams and rivers flowing with crystal clear waters. Laughing my ass off when someone slips on the crossover and falls in the water, complaining how cold it was.

I inhaled the fresh air, tired of smelling the endless cologne and natural boy smell back home.

"Hey girl."

Okay, I know I said I was checking out boys, but that doesn't mean I wanna talk to you.

A random guy dressed in athletic wear, clearly wearing a tank top to show off his biceps, sat next to me wrapping his arm around my back. "Uhm, hey random dude who just decided to sit next to me and wrap his arm around me. What's up?" I replied, bluntly telling him I wasn't in the mood for his annoying, fuckboy shenanigans.

A little taken aback, he hesitantly retrieved his arm back, "Uh," he stuttered, clearing his throat, "I've been seeing you around lately, and I just wanna say you are beautiful..."

I smiled, "Thanks, I know."

Can you leave me alone now?

"My name is Kim Kiyoung, and yours?"

Ahhhhh, leave me alone man!

"Babe!"

Both of our attention followed the voice ahead of us, a woman approaching us.

"Babe, who's this talking to you?"

I assumed it was Kiyoung's girlfriend, of the month, catching him in the act. But instead, she looked at me, her face embedded in disgust as she skimmed him once over.

"Uhhhh," I sputtered, not understanding the situation.

"Y/N, who's this guy?" She asked me once again.

Wait, you know my name? What the hell?

I sat there dumbfounded, just trying to go along with it, "This is Kim Kiyoung, uh, I'm assuming he was trying to flirt with me..."

"No!" He exclaimed, my body jolting at the sudden loud response. "I mean, I was, but I wouldn't have, if I had known if she was..uh.."

"A lesbian?" The girl finished, crossing her arms.

He nodded, "I'm just gonna leave..."

"Yup, you do that." She replied, shooing him away.

I stared at her while she scoffed, muttering insults under her breath.

She sat next to me, smiling, "Guys, am I right?"

"Uh, I don't...who are you?"

She was fair-skinned, her hair was blonde but her roots were dark, beautifully flowing down her shoulders. She wore denim shorts with a long red belt hanging along her leg along with red converse that looked new. She wore a white spaghetti strap shirt, her boobs pushed together.