You take a deep breath before you ring the doorbell.
This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. It's bad enough that you have to work on a schoolproject with someone for three whole weeks. But of all your classmates, of course it had to be Jungkook. Of course it had to be the guy you knew the least about. Now you'll have to make actual conversation with this dude. Oh, yes, this is a nightmare.
How did this happen?
Then, after ten uncomfortably long seconds, a guy opens the door. No, not a guy. A man. A freaking glorious man.
He has shiny black hair, plump, rosy lips and dreamy eyes. His skin is milky and smooth and his broad shoulders hover above you.
"Ah, you must be Y/n!" His melodic voice is like music to your ears. "I'm Jin, they call me-..."
The extremely handsome man gets interrupted by a deep groan, followed by an adorable face, that's wearing an unamused expression.
"Jin-Hyung, the chicken is burning." The taller man scurries back inside, not sparing you another glance.
"You," The annoyed man continues. He gives you a look that sends shivers down your spine, you clutch onto your bag. "Come in."
Oh. So he's not about to kill me then.
You follow him inside, only to be left alone in the hallway, as the cute-faced bad boy grabs a sigaret and leaves out the door for a smoke.
You breathe in, eyebrows raised and unsure how to proceed. Then you smell it, the delicious smell that makes its way into your nostrils from the kitchen.
You follow the scent to a beautiful kitchen, where the handsome Jin is busy cooking up something that your nose says you'll like.
Another man sits at the bar, scrolling on his laptop.
Why in the name of all things good are there so many attractive men in this house.
When he notices you, a bright smile spreads across his face. "Ah! You must be Y/n!" He jumps up and lays an arm around your shoulder to lead you into the kitchen.
What is going on.
He gently sits you down on a stool next to his, so you can see his laptop screen: it's filled with high end clothing, all of it very tastefully picked.
"So, Y/n, do you like fashion?" He says, squinting at the laptop like its a rubiks-cube.
You raise your brows and nod. Fashion is not your main interest, but you've always enjoyed dressing up and being up to date with trends. Your main interest, is art. There is no moment that you feel more at ease than when your drawing away in your sketchbook.
"Great, that's what I need. Oh, God I haven't even told you my name! I'm Hoseok, nice to meet you!" He rants, eventually trailing off and ending up with another bright smile on his face. "Anyway-..."
The lean man gets interrupted by an unfamiliar hand, abruptly closing his laptop.
"Y/n here isn't here to give you fashion advise, Hyung," A warm voice says. "She's here to study."
Hoseok's face immediately goes pale and his smile dies down. "Sorry Namjoon, you should take her upstairs!"
You gulp. What.
"Come with me, Y/n" Namjoon's tall from walks up to you and grabs your shoulder you're a little flustered at the act.
The tall, intimidating man leads you back to the hallway and up the stairs, down another hallway. The walls are full of framed pictures, of a lot of boys. You knew Jungkook had brothers, but you didn't know he had this many. On one picture, you could count seven boys.
Namjoon leads you up another flight of stairs, to the attic.
There he lets go of your shoulder and gestures with his head to the door. Then he turnes around and walks back down the stairs, leaving you alone to deal with Jungkook.
You sigh. You've not even been in this house for three minutes, and you already feel closer to Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon than to Jungkook. Thinking back to the bad boy, maybe not all of the brothers are outgoing like those three.
You shrug. You've got this: you're pretty social, and you're cool with almost everyone in your class. This is the only guy whose shell you haven't cracked. He's the only person in your class that you can't figure out. He's the only guy that you wished you wouldn't have to do this project with.
But that doesn't matter: all that matters is that you ace this project so you can graduate next year and enroll into art school.
Here goes nothing.
You knock on the bedroom door, which is marked "knock. I'm talking to you, Tae. And Jimin. And Jin." You snicker. It must be kind of hard on your privacy to live with six other guys.
You knock as the writing says, and a low, absent voice answers. "Come in."
You gently open the door, that reveals a pretty attic room. The walls are tilted like the shape of the roof, unpainted wood-paneling filled with posters and drawings. Drawings. Some of them are of a girl, whose face you recognize, but can't identify. The drawings are stunning nonetheless.
That's another thing about Jungkook that you don't like. You can't read him, and he's got mad drawing skills. He's the only competition in art class that you have, and he's good.
Said artist is bend over his desk, drawing with aggressive strokes on a big sheet. He's using charcoal, but it's more like he's abusing it. The little piece of charcoal breaks in two, and without hesitating, Jungkook grabs a replacement for it. The movement is so quick and nonchalant that it must be a habit for him to break his charcoal.
Even after you've been standing there for quite a while, the black-haired boy doesn't spare you a glance.
You fill your cheeks with air as you wander around the room, checking out the books on his shelves and his big comfy looking bed. His clothes are hanging on display on a rack, and you giggle at the thought of his brothers giving him their old clothes, since he's the youngest. The clothes are extremely stylish non the less.
When you're positive that your mysterious classmate won't be finishing his drawing anytime soon, you loudly sit your bag down on the floor. "Let's start, shall we?"
YOU ARE READING
Project | jk ff
Fanfiction"That's another thing about Jungkook that you don't like. You can't read him, and he's got mad drawing skills. He's the only competition in art class that you have, and he's good." A story in which you have to do a school project with Jeon Jungkook...
