Let Me Hold Your Hand

Satisfied

Anusha's Pov:

Bags weren't allowed in the library, so I dropped mine off outside.

I'd put my notebook on the corner table where I was always sat whenever I came here and made my way towards the chemistry section.

I searched for the book I'd been told to look for in today's homework and turned my heels towards the table.

I stopped immediately as soon as I noticed Jungkook sitting at my table. He was writing something, that bloody arrogant ass. He was driving me nuts.

I didn't like him because he always nagged at me every chance he got. I was always thinking When would he get off my back, for God's sake?

I gave an exaggerated sigh and flounced off toward the table.

"What are you doing here??" I growled.

He rose, confusion written on his face. He looked around as if he was trying to find a different person I was talking to.

After he glimpsed around and concluded that there was no one he pointed at himself with a nonchalant face, a single eyebrow raised.

I looked away in frustration.

"Yeah, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. I am talking to you. what are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled at him.

I gestured the index finger towards him.

"Somebody told me that cars are very cheap here, so I'm here to buy one," he stated sarcastically, stretching his arm.

"Are you nuts? What are you talking about out of the blue?" I stuttered. I was confused.

"What do you expect me to do here in the library? Are you blind or something? Don't you see it? I'm writing. Why am I even answering your dumb question in the first place? Get lost," he muttered.

He waved his hands toward me and continued his writing.

"Hello, dude." I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He rose to meet my eyes.

"I know you're writing! But why are you sitting here? It's my table!" I protested.

I crossed my arms.

His eyes trailed the place, seemingly searching for something on the table. Eventually, he came face to face with me. His messy black hair was falling across his forehead. Somehow he looked amazing. I betrayingly thought as I mentally smacked my head.

Why I was thinking about him in that way? I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Don't talk rubbish! Your name is not written on the table. How come you say it's your table?" he sneered and smirking at me.

"Ugh! You are too smart for your own good. Keep it up, bro. But before I went to fetch the books, I put my notebook on this table to avoid pests like you. So technically it's my table. I own it for now." I fired back at him, pulling a fake sarcastic smile.

"Whatever! I don't care. I'm already sitting here, and will not go anywhere. If you want you can sit here, or else you can go anywhere. I don't care." he shrugged.

"But, don't annoy me. One most important thing, don't call me bro. I'm not your bro." he instructed venomously.

The last thing that he said hit me.

"Okay bro, you can sit here bro. I don't mind bro. Bye bro." I mocked sarcastically. I smirked at him.

I turned my heels toward another table.