Switch the Rewritten || taekook (ON HOLD)

2. Fantasize

"You fucking owe me, I spent ten dollars on your weird banana milk cravings this week," Jimin argued as we stood in the lunch line.

"I didn't bring enough money to pay for your lunch," I rolled my eyes.

The blonde scoffed before hitting the back of my head. "You still owe me."

We were in the cafeteria, starving for a perfect meal. The sloppy joe as a dish, along with damp (not so) mashed potatoes and salty green beans. The flimsy plastic utensils covered in dirt and dust, long strands of hair from the lunch lady— it sounded appetizing.

The line subtly moved as people chattered about their business, gesturing about their topics or stayed silent while others spoke.

"Hey Jimin, hey Jungkook," Someone called our names as they took several napkins. His faded purple highlights on his dark, jet black hair stroke a fragile appearance. Deep dimples stood in place on both his cheeks and his tall figure stood in a hubris moment.

"Hey hyung," we both responded at the same time.

"How're you two, sitting with us today?" He said as he cracked his long fingers.

"Is Taehyung gonna be there?" I scoffed as I took a rotten apple, it wasn't as if I was going to eat it anyway.

"Nope, he's sitting with a bunch of girls over there," Namjoon pointed at a table where several girls crowded around the boy with glistening silver locks.

His chiseled smile roared like a tiger, striped with charm and flirt. A girl with a bob cut traced her acrylics down his broad shoulders, while another girl played footsies with him under the table.

As usual, the girls would surround the boy in an attempt to seduce him. They'd do it publicly as well, when he would get caught making out with one of his sluts. The public display of affection is horrendous for one to watch (or turns one on).

The girls were too blinded by his handsome face to realize he was a fuck boy, or perhaps they were aware— they just chose to ignore the truth.

But what the girls didn't notice, was how curvy his body was. My eyes dragged to a forbidden area, his bottom forming a round handle.

"Isn't he dating Jennie?" Jimin interrupted my lewd thoughts.

"Apparently, they've been together for a week now," Namjoon said as he looked over my shoulder to get a better view of the cafeteria's food.

"A week? Must be a new record," I snickered, subtly eyeing the boy's ass one more time. I desperately wanted to gouge my eyes out, not that I found his body unattractive, I was just merely ashamed of catching myself doing this often.

"Are the potatoes mashed this time or are they just potatoes?" The boy with purple highlights asked.

"Nope, just potatoes," I heard Jimin answer as I was too busy tracing the outlines of Taehyung's plump jeans with my two eyes.

"Bet I can make some fries," Namjoon said as he stole a potato and left the crime scene.

Absolutely stunned at the random action, me and Jimin looked at each other before looking away. "Did he just—"

"—Let's just not talk about it."

"Okay."

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3rd p.o.v

"Look at me in the eyes, and tell me thats not self pollination," Hoseok slammed his fists against the table as he claimed his win for the argument.