Friend Zoned || jj.project || DISCONTINUED

Chapter One: There's No Netflix In Prison

"Get the fuck up."

He stared down on me, a half-awake body with a blood-dripping mouth curved into a smug smile.

I stood up, trembling slightly from the scorching pain in my shin, due to the fact that I had been kicked a couple of times, and faced him.

"Hmm..." I uttered slowly, preparing to make an irritating remark. I gestured towards my cut lip and spitefully asked, "Does this blood make me look fat? I'm not sure it really suits me, although I think it makes me look a little tougher...What do you think, Jackson?"

He glared at me as I replied with a smirk. "Shut up, you sick little cookie. I'll deal with you later." And with that, he swung his backpack over his shoulders and trudged off to his class.

I smiled proudly after slamming my arch-nemesis as I walked towards the bathroom to wash my swollen lip. As I was walking down the hallway, a hand blocked me, just brushing my chest.

"And just where do you think you're going?"

I laughed as I looked up to see the frowning face that the hand belonged to. "Should've known."

The face arched an eyebrow, giving me the feeling that they were about to sassily lecture me. "What should you have known? That no one thinks fashioning bruises everyday are appealing? Or basic moral principles? Or that there's no Netflix in prison?"

I rolled my eyes as I held my hands up in defeat. "Sorry, sorry, Jaebum hyung, it won't happen again. At least I didn't do the attacking this time around, so Jackson would've gone to jail, not me."

Jaebum, my frustrated best friend, rubbed his forehead as he shook his aching head. "Aye, aye, aye, what am I going to do with you, Jinyoung?"

I shrugged, grinning. "Just love me, I guess."

Jaebum ignored my totally platonic statement as he handed me a slip of paper.

I took it from him, cocking my head. "What the fuck is this?"

"Your fucking test results in math that I had to fucking pick up for you because you fucking decided to go squabbling with Jackson," Jaebum said, aggravation present in his tone of voice. "Your mom's not going to be proud with those C's."

I sighed as I tossed the paper into my backpack. "Alright, alright, calm yourself, Mr. Extreme."

We walked silently towards class as the bell rang for the next period. As the corridor quickly filled with bustling students, trying to get to class, a familiar, but unwanted, face approached me, slamming his shoulder hard against mine.

I turned to Jaebum, clenching my teeth, "Hyung, remind me why I can't murder that son-of-a-gun Jackson."

Jaebum facepalmed, sighing as he rolled his tired eyes. "There's no Netflix in prison. I'm pretty sure we used that joke in the chapter one too many times already."

I sighed refreshingly and regained an uplifted posture. "Good. Now let's get to Geography before Ms. Springsteen makes me name all fifty states for unpunctuality."