"You're out of your damn mind." You say, shaking your head and pinching the bridge of your nose.
He's got to be kidding me.
The raven haired teen let's his head down. "I know it's a lot to ask... It's fine if you say no."
Then he looks up at you, with those dang cute doe eyes of his, practically begging you to say yes.
I am so weak.
"I'll do it," You sigh, facepalming. And then you sarcastically add "I wonder why I like to torture myself."
He grins at that. You're not sure why. "Could be a kink," He whispers, trying to hold in his laugh.
I-
Your face flushes bright red as you slap the boy on his stomach. He bursts out laughing and apologizes profusely as he tries to shield himself from your attack. "Sorry, sorry, i couldn't stop myself."
After you've smacked him enough, you straighten up your back and wipe the dust off your skirt. "I'll do it, but I'm gonna make the rules."
He nods formally and salutes like you're his freaking captain. "Yes sir."
The audacity-
You smack him again in the stomach before you start speaking, but Jungkook doesn't flinch. Damn him and his rock-hard abs.
"There'll be no kissing, no sex," You look at him with a raised brow at that, to which he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in defeat. "And my family won't hear any of this. Is that clear?"
He smiles and nods his head, his chocolate eyes looking at you full of excitement. "Yes, of course. Thank you so much." He grabs your hands into his, and you almost think he's gonna kiss them. "You're my savior."
When he realizes what he's doing he abruptly lets go, and awkwardly clasps his hands behind his back. "Sorry..."
You can't help but laugh at his sorry ass. "You owe me big time."
———
After school, you go over to Jungkook's house like yesterday. It's a relief that he lives in the next neighborhood, so you can just walk there.
You ring the doorbell, and this time the bad boy opens the door.
"Ah. You again." He exclaims slightly disappointed. "Y/n was it?" He opens the door for you to come in, while he absently checks his watch. "Don't think I've told you my name. It's Yoongi."
"Nice to meet you!" You say while hiding your fear with a smile.
The black haired man nods with a blank expression and walks into the living room.
Now you're in their hallway again, unsure of how to proceed just like yesterday.
You purse your lips and decide to opt for the living room as well, so you can let the household know that you're, well, in their house.
"Hello?" You ask while peeking your head through the door. Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung are all sprawled out over the couch in odd positions, invested in a violent videogame. They aggressively press the console buttons and groan in agony when they die. They don't even notice you until a familiar soothing voice chuckles from the kitchen.
"You have a visitor, Kookie." It's Namjoon's voice, he sounds awfully amused.
Kookie. Pfffffft.
You burst out laughing, and the said boy jumps up from the weird angle his body was in seconds ago. "Y/n!" His cheeks turn bright red and his brothers join you in your laughing fit.
"Hey Jungkooks girlfriend!" Taehyung sends you a boxy smile.
"Girlfriend?" Yoongi asks frowning, then looking at you. Then his mouth falls open. "JKKKKKKKKK!!!!"
You still haven't finished laughing when Jungkook grabs your wrist and drags you upstairs. You finally catch your breath when you flop down on his bed. "That was hilarious. You should've seen your face!"
He finally bursts out laughing too, trying to hide his blush by burying his face in his hands.
"I am so sorry Y/n!" He dramatically bumps his head on his desk, in defeat.
"No need to apologize," you smirk, "I'm never gonna let you forget this, Kookie."
You see his eyes widen in horror.
Your smirk grows wider as you take of your backpack and unpack your stuff. "Let's get started, we've got a lot of work to do."
"Let's get it."
As the two of you silently start working, you grow bored by the end of the first hour. You yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open. But then you see it in the corner of your eye: Jungkook has done almost double your work.
I'm not gonna lose to this pretty faced idiot.
You switch to hard-mode, and start penning down your words at double his speed. The doe-eyed teen noticed your competitiveness and starts writing faster himself, bumping your side 'accidentally' with his elbow.
This dude!
You elbow him back, but he doesn't flinch.
Damn those abs. I mean- Damn those abs as well, but I meant-
You panic your distraction, eventually just throwing your pen to the back of his head. You hit him right where it hurts.
Hehe.
"Ouch! What-..." He instinctively caresses the back of his head.
"That's for elbowing me!"
"You already did it back!"
You smile deviously. "Yes, but it didn't hurt when I did that."
"Damn, you're hard-core, Y/n." He chuckles. "If you keep acting up like that - i might have to punish you."
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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...
