Magic Shop » Sakook

12

"Hey, I'm not your driver so you should really stop calling me and asking me to drive you for school." Minghao said as he parks his car at the parking lot of the school.

"We attend the same school and our places are close to each other. Come on, that's not much of a burden—" Jungkook stopped talking when his eyes darted to someone through the windows of Minghao's car.

"Still! I look like your fucking baby sitter. Why don't you just ask your dad about this? Or take a goddamn bus!" Minghao grunted as they both get down from his car.

"Thank you, man. I'll go!" Jungkook waved a good bye to Minghao and approached someone.

He smiled. "Hey."

Jungkook didn't saw but he knows she just rolled her eyes. She ignored him and kept walking. She's wearing an oversized plain white hoodie and her bag wasn't the same as yesterday. It's now black.

He chuckled and pulled the hoodie from the back of her head.

She hissed and glared at him. "Fuck off."

"I see you followed my opinion." He smirked as he glanced at her wearing a hoodie just like he said last night.

"Just give me my name tag." She rolled her eyes again.

"I won't." Jungkook talked with his lips purse as they enter the school and now walking at the hallway.

"You have my name tag, I have yours. It's a.... one thing we have in common." He chuckled.

"We're not close to common." She clarified.

"They say opposites attract." He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled hen he saw the look on her face. 

"I like the sound you make when you shut the hell up." She glared at him.

"You look like shit." He snorted.

"Jungkook!"

They both their heads to the side and saw Jiwon approaching them.

Jungkook took a big sigh. "I was calling you last night! But someone answered it and it wasn't you. I think I got the wrong number. Do you mind writing it on my wrist again?"

"Bitches." Sana smirked and finally walked away with Jungkook following her as Jiwon and her friends surrounded him.

He rolled his eyes internally. "Sorry. I must've missed a number." They both his lie as well as his fake smile. He grabbed the pink marker from her hands and started writing a certain number on her wrist.

She shrieked in happiness. "I'll call you later." She winked.

"Right." He snorted and his eyes noticed that Sana already left.

He shrugged he knows where she'll be.

Either the library, rooftop or garden.

To the less crowded people.

He placed his hands on the front pockets of his hoodies but then grunted when someone wrapped an arm around his neck. And only one person does that.

"What's on your mind, Kook?" Jimin said.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing."