High School Part 4

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by lalisalala

by lalisalala

*WOOSH *BaAMM

"Huh??" You wake up bedazzled. You find yourself seated on the hard concrete floor. Your head is leaning against the toilet seat, while your drool aims for the bowl. Nice. The lights are off.

"Ugh, my back!" you moan, as you slowly get up on your feet, knees shaking. "I can't believe I really fell asleep in this shithole... ah my back!" you sigh. That sleeping position though. Your neck and back are achiing like crazy. "Contortionists aint got shit on me"

Suddenly, you realize why you just woke up. A dark, tall figure is hovering in front of the door. It's open. "Omygoodness, thank you so much, you just saved my life, I swear I thought I had to spend the night here, I mean I had worse but like, it aint the best either if you know what I mean omfg sorry Imranting butthatsjustbecauseIamreallyexcited!" you extort in happiness.

You feel so ecstatic, you throw your arms around your saviors tall body. You can feel his chiseled abs and strong chest, as you press your body against his. He seems tense. "MHM you smell amazing, what is that? Calvin Klein?" you mumble. Head still a little bit drowsy. Your savior, who's face you have not seen yet, chuckles, you feel his whole body twitch.

"I owe you. Seriously..." you smile. "Thank you so much"

*cough cough "You done hugging me?" Immediately, you jump a step back. Your body freezes. This voice. The mocking tone. You recognize it anywhere. Jungkook has his hands in his pockets and looks at you amused. Eyes glistening in the dark. Your eyes roll back to your brain. "Fuck me" you think to yourself. Disgusted face on: "Ew, did I..really.. just.. have... body...contact.. with.. you?" You run towards the sink and wash your hands. "Gotta get off that gross feeling of touching you" you snort.

He follows you to the sink and leans against the wall, observing your every move. His arms crossed, showing his veins. "You seemed to enjoy that hug quite much" he smirks. "And you owe me huh?" his stare intensifies. "God damn it, I hoped he would overhear that part" you think to yourself. "Good job, you blabbermouth" You look up into the mirror, your hair is messed up, you have a drool stain on your shirt but your mascara still rocks though.

"That's right, I am a woman of my words, so yes, I owe you, what do you want?" you adjust your posture and look at him straight in his eyes. One eyebrow raised, hoping he would not see the nervousness.

"You."

what?

He takes two steps towards you. You try to take two steps back, but that's when your back hits the wall. "Fuck" you mumble under your breath. He smirks and takes one more step. You can feel his breath on your forehead. Then he puts his arms on each side of the wall, trapping you with his muscular body. "Look at me" he softly whispers. Strangely, you obey. Your eyes travel up to meet his. Your breath stops. You can see the tenderness and passion in his dark brown eyes. At this very moment, time stands still. You can feel tingles crawling up your spine, small, playful ones. They leave your body shaken and craving for more. Why are you feeling this way?

His gaze slowly moves down to your lips. His eyes linger on them for a few seconds. Your body is heating up. Before you can react, he moves one strand of hair out of your face and tucks it gently behind your ear. His face now centimeters apart from yours. What is happening?