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im back :) ive been on a roll with updates.
warning: the terminology in here is absolutely repulsing but this is a story so i got to go with what i write. sorry if that offends anyone of you.
warning pt. 2: bts is nothing like this in real life. they are sweet, caring, amazing people who deserve the world and so much more. this work is purely fiction.
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Jeon Jungkook had an eye for her girls with a feisty attitude and thick accents. His game was choose, use, and loose, no attachments, no strings. He called himself a simple man, one who never had to work a day in his life because he was effortless.
He was the epitome of an A class asshole.
The type of guy who dumps his girlfriend five hours after dating them, the type of guy who shoves nobodies in the hallways and calls them fags or deadbeats, and the type of guy who made a personal promise to humiliate you for the rest of your life since the day he poured chocolate milk all over you backpack and told you to "fuck off" in second grade.
It was nothing new. The only thing different about it was that he gained more friends, more followers, and became one of Park Jimin's best friends. He was the right hand man, a ladies man.
It was pretty pathetic honestly. The guy who drove the fancy cars and befriended all the hot girls. It sounded like a classic, stereotypical high school movie minus the steroids.
So imagine my surprise when he plopped down on the desk beside me in first period and asked, no demanded he be my lab partner this semester.
At first I didn't hear him. I was lost in my sketchbook, only briefly paying attention to Ms. Ruo who was bickering with a student over the extreme workload for this year.
I was sitting in the back, enjoying nothing but my lonely silence when he was just there, tapping on my desk continuously. I could see his hands from my peripheral vision.
I groaned internally. This day just started and I was getting pestered by this man.
"Can I help you?" My voice bitter and annoyed. I ripped an AirPod from ear and set it next to my pencils before peering up at the man who was looking down at me with a wide grin spread on out his face.
"Y/n, y/n, y/n," he cracked his knuckles and brought it up towards his brown hair, "another year. Same me, same you. We are like peas in a pod, isn't that right?"
I watched him give me a wink. He snatched my paper from my binder and crinkled his nose at something that was written on it. "You doodle too much, that mommy of yours should start collecting those pencils."
"Jungkook, stop, I'm not in the fucking mood—"
"Ah ah ah," he put his fingers to his lips and squinted at me, "it's my time to talk and your turn to listen. You know the rules don't you?"
