Lisa Manoban and Jeon Jungkook aren't quite your typical friends with benefits, seeing as they were never really friends to begin with.
But when they put their differences aside they might realise that their relationship is more than just sex.
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"I'm impressed Mr. Jeon, with these grades, all the top colleges and universities will want you." My principal scans over results. Funny how once you've achieved the 'best' grades, that it's just a letter on a page. Something I could discard or disregard and it wouldn't matter.
"You think you'll be taking up track with your next school Mr. Jeon."
I pause before answering, feigning some sort of thought process as if this is a more complex question than it is.
"No. Absolutely not." I say with certainty and a wide smile.
"Well-I-you seem umm very sure of that... do you have another career path in mind?" He seems quite stunned at my response. Then again when your schools 'golden ace' says he wants nothing to do with athletics anymore, why wouldn't you be surprised?
"I think sir, it would be silly of me not to have some vague idea, what with graduation being next week. Just...look out for me, remember my name, sir." I pick up my bag, swinging it over my shoulder, "maybe put up a plaque for me, have my photo somewhere, trust me."
I smirk as I bow at a confused looking headmaster. I can't explain where this surge of confidence as arisen from. Maybe the fact that I can finally get back to what I love. Maybe the fact that I'll be leaving this shithole and never looking back. Either way, the grin on my face doesn't go away.
"Well, I'll hold on to your name Jeon Jungkook." He nods and I leave his office, to meet a pair of bright eyes, waiting for me eagerly.
"How'd it go?"
"Fucking fantastic." I twirl her around, placing a tender kiss on her lips when her hands land on my chest, "let me take you out Miss Lalisa Manoban, my treat."
She hums in agreement before kissing my cheek softly, "Your treat? How can I say no?"
I intertwine her hands with my own, as we stroll down the hallway.
"Shall I pick you up at 7:00?" I question.
"I thought we were going to go now?" Low laughter elicits from my lips as I stare at her beautifully confused expression.
"I said my treat. I want to take you out out. So you can doll yourself up and I can treat you the way you deserve."
"Oh." A light blush tints her cheeks, "I guess then, I shall see you at 7:00." A smile graces her face and I swear that I feel as though I'm the luckiest man alive to call her mine.
