Taekook Oneshots

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!MATURE!

Requested by @Alinanct127

Jungkook POV

I don't like using the term 'popular'. Popularity is defined by other people's opinions. And I, don't give seven shades of fuck about what other people thought of me. If they love me, that's their choice. If they hate me, that's their choice too.

I can't help being popular.

If people just happen to love the way my hair is parted, or the particular tattoo in my neck. I couldn't help having tan skin, or what they called 'cute eyes'.

But sometimes I wished people just...

Didn't notice me.

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I arrive at school on my favourite motorcycle, a red MV Agusta Brutale. It catches attention of the girls, and they flock to me in groups. I roll my eyes, and pull my helmet off, not caring that my fringe covered my eyes. I preferred not seeing them.

But just as I looked up, a flash of white caught my eye. In the arches of the school building, was a tall figure. A boy. Silver haired, like platinum. A pair of framed glasses tucked into the front of his shirt. Most importantly, he's slumped and eyes haven't left the ground.

He didn't notice me.

Quickly I park my bike against the railing, and push my way through the crowd. The people part, and one girl even screams as I brush past her.

Psychopaths.

The hallways are suddenly filled with students, rushing to class. I loose sight of the mysterious boy, and I frantically look around.

The bell rings, and the corridors are empty once again.

Except one bright headed boy pacing frantically, his whole body heaving stressfully. I approach him slowly, smirking slightly.

"Hey," I call out. His head jerks up and his eyes meet mine. They're pure blue, like pools of water. I'm slightly take aback, but I manage to keep my bad boy image.

"Why aren't you in class?"

"I could ask the same about you," He shoots back in a husky voice, which surprises me. No one ever talks back to me.

"I go to class when I want to," I retort. "Schedules don't hold me back."

"Well, if you could be so kind and show me where the Drama room is, I'd appreciate that," He snaps, tucking locks of his mesmerising silver hair behind his hair. "I'm new."

I lean against the lockers, attempting to look cool. Of course, I fail, and the particular handle I press down on snaps, and I stumble forward. I cough, and reposition myself.

"Tell me your name," I say, and he giggles. It's cute. I smile.

"My name is Kim Taehyung," He replies. "And you?"

"Jeon Jungkook," I answer cooly. "Hard to believe you haven't heard of me yet. I'm pretty popular here."

"Popularity doesn't waver me," Taehyung murmurs. "I've never been popular."

"Can't see why."

"I'm shy," He admits. My eyes widen. It's hard to believe. He has all the right looks, the right charisma.

"But you're so..." My voice trails off on its own accord. "You're really cute."

Taehyung blinks twice, and laughs a little.