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enemies with benefits • im jaebeom (got7) ❌

Theme: Jaebeom, though everyone calls him JB, is an asshole. You hate his guts, but that fact doesn't keep you from hate-fucking each other every chance you both get.

**You hated Im Jaebeom with a passion. He had been your rival for as long as you can remember, and you loathed him as much as one can loath someone. He was an obnoxious, arrogant asshole who didn't hold a lick of sympathy in any situation. He was a fucking prick, especially towards you, and you despised his entire existence.

Like in this particular moment, you couldn't help but voice your hate to the one and only asshole. He gets on your ever last nerve, and it pisses you off. He's always competing with you, only gods know why, to achieve a higher grade on an assessment or a better review in gym.

Much like today, Jaebeom is showing out and you want to kick his face in. Currently in gym, he takes this game of soccer too seriously. You guys are on the same fucking team, but he makes sure to pass to everyone except for you. You have to participate and get the ball kicked to you once to receive points for the day, but the asshole wouldn't kick to you.

When he kicks to Bambam, another player on your team, you take this opportunity to get the guy to kick it to you. You wave your hands above your head to get his attention. You are open, so you scream at Bambam to pass it. He does and just when it gets to you, you get it stolen by JB. He slides on the ground, which causes you to fall, and gets up to kick it in the goal. You really wanna cry out of frustration. You're eyes get teary and your back hurts but you push through. Bambam runs over to you to make sure you are alright, but you are already running to a cheering JB. You get so close that you push him. You definitely catch him off guard because he tumbles to the ground.

"You're an ASSHOLE!" You are absolutely furious and want nothing more than to punch him. Your fist is raised in an attempt to, but someone holds you back from doing so. "We are on the same fucking team, you dickwad!"

Jaebeom smirks at you and laughs as he gets up. The person who was holding you back isn't anymore as JB steps closer to you. His face in a few centimeters away from yours but you are seething with anger that you don't care.

"Oh, yeah? Didn't notice," he says with a challenge. You raise an eyebrow and push him back.

"Get the fuck out of my face, Im! I will knock your teeth out!"

"Fucking do it then, Y/L/N!"

You raise your fist again and this time swing but he catches your hand in his. He squeezes, not enough to hurt, and brings you closer. You gasp and reel away from him. Scoffing, you walk to the locker rooms while rubbing your wrist, opposite of the one you were going to punch JB with, you fell on.

When everyone leaves the locker room to go home, you stay to take a extra long shower. Your wrist really hurts but going to the hospital will look like a bitch move. Instead, you deal with the pain as a constant patter of hot water beats against the bruise.

When you finish your shower, enough that your wrist doesn't ache anymore, you wrap yourself in a towel to go to your book bag. You turn the corner to see Jaebeom sitting by your book bag. All the anger from earlier comes flooding back.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He smirks, the god awful, sinful action, and stands up most likely to intimidate you. It doesn't work. You see red but don't act on it. His smirk disappears for a split second as he notices your wet hair and towel but comes back when he sees your face.

"I asked you a fucking question, Im."

"I came to show my good sportsmanship. See, we're good."