In a heavy scottish accent, my teacher David Tennant questions me, "Ur ye okay Winter?"
I nod in response.
He continues, "Awe rite, ye gart it jist in time. ye can sit back thaur." David, or Mr. Tennant as he later instructed me to call him, pointed to the farthest seat in the back next to the window with amazing lighting that I can stare longingly out of during lunch.
"Och bide afair ye gang, introduce yerself tae th' class please."
I nod and face the class, "H-hello... my n-name is Win-Winter Fro-Frostnight... "
No one looks at me with any interest. They all hate me already. With my head down, I make my way through the seats and sit down. Peculiarly, there is an empty seat next to me. I wonder who that is fo-
SLAM!
The door of the classroom slams once again.
"Can ye lads gonnae-no slammin' mah damn duir!"
Through the door walks a boy with rippling muscles popping through his school uniform. His jaw is sharp, and his hair is a deep, shiny black.
Mr. Tennant sighs as he prepares for the lesson of the day," Ah, jungkook, glad ye coods join us. gang sit in th' back ye trooblemaker."
Jungkook scoffs and kicks the table before making his way through the desks. He keeps his head high and makes no eye contact with the students around, and yet everyone averts their gaze, as if everyone is collectively scared of this absolutely swol 16 year old boy. He walks through the desks, and stops right in front of me. My fact turns red as he looks down at me with piercing brown orbs.
"You're in my seat."
I gulp, "W-what was that?"
His eyebrows furrow, "move," Jungkook slams his hand on the desk, "or else."
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| bad bts ff | bad boy jungkook x reader x geek bestfriend taehyung | incomplete
FanfictionMy name is Winter Frostnight the III, and I'm a misunderstood 16 year old with a secret... I'm in love with my best friend... but that's not my only secret... please for the love of god believe me when i say this is a joke i know it's bad i made thi...
