Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Dance Partner

A/N: I just want to say I'm so sorry for not updating often. I've been really busy with volleyball practice lately, and I always come home super tired and sweaty. I forgot where I heard it from, it was either someone from BTS or EXO... He's like, "The hardest part of the day is when we come home from practice, when we have to decide whether we are going to shower or not, because we are that tired." (Don't know if I have it right...) Yeah, but anyways, sorry for the long ass "rant" or whateva, here we go!!

"Okay class, since we are already a month into the semester, it is time for your first project assignment."

I was in dance class with Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook. And obviously, Jungkook and I were still not really in speaking terms. There would be a few glances here and there, but other than that, nothing has really happened between us two. Sometimes I would see a glint of despair in his stare, but I try ignoring it.

I was sitting next to Jimin, waiting for the assignment Mr.Yoo was going to give us. "For this assignment, there will be assigned pairs that will create and present a dance routine in front of the entire class." People started getting excited, already sharing ideas with their friends. "I never said you guys can choose your partners!" Mr.Yoo exclaimed, the groans of disapproval made me laugh. "You will randomly select partners according to..." he stopped mid sentence, walking towards a hat that was placed on a counter, "...the person you draw from the hat."

"So technically you are choosing your own partners, hahaha." He chuckled to himself, "Okay, let's see.....uhm, Y/N." My heart jumped from the sudden call of my name, but I began walking towards him. "Please pick a name." There were only about 30 to 40 kids in the class, and I didn't talk to any of them besides the three "dancing musketeers." I placed my hand inside the hat, moving the small pieces of paper through my fingers. Well, here goes nothing. I grabbed onto the chosen paper, taking it out of the box. "Please open it and read it," he told me, gesturing me in a polite manner. I nodded slightly, grabbing both ends of the folded paper.

"Jeon Jungkook."

I looked up slowly, my eyes meeting up with Jungkook's. I couldn't guess what he was thinking, his face being unreadable. After Mr.Yoo called another student over, I just began walking back to where I was sitting, Jimin and Hoseok amused with the coincidence. "Wow, are you by any chance a witch?" Hoseok asked me with happy eyes, Jimin laughing at his question. "I wish." I replied back in the same amused tone as the boys, trying not to seem suspicious.

While we were walking back home, I grabbed Jungkook's wrist and pulled him back from the other two. "Hey, so I know a lot of shit has happened between us..." I began to say, kind of nervous that I was going to say something wrong, "I just want to start over, like if nothing happened between us..." He looked at me with sweet, caring eyes, his brown orbs reminding me of my favorite chocolate. He smiled, "Sure." I smiled back, feeling weird about the whole thing. Besides the weird sexual tension between us, I really like his company. He brings me so much joy in my life and it would kind of suck if our relationship and friendship just went down the drain. "So do you have any idea we can come up with?"

He hummed in thought, "I don't know, but I do have a song in mind already." "Yeah? Which song?" He smiled, "2U." I look at him in confusion, "By Justin Bieber?" My whole face lit up and I know he saw it too, "I'm guessing you like the idea?" He chuckled, rubbing my head with his big hand. "More like shook that you're a belieber," I laughed hysterically as I hugged my stomach. "There's nothing wrong with liking his music!" I wiped a tear from my eye, murmuring to myself, "Yeah...if you're a twelve year old girl..." He immediately put me in a head lock, making me laugh at his defensive state. "Come on you lovebirds!" Jimin yelled back to us, our bodies immediately separating from each other. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and looked flustered, beginning to walk past me, while I tried to cool down my flushed cheeks with my cold hands. Why did you have to ruin a good moment?!