Not a Romantic | VKOOK

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CHAPTER FOUR
Batter Batter Swing

"Oh my god, this is the fourth time, I caught you staring at my paper."

Taehyung was through with class, and even more so, he was through with Jeongguk.

It has only been a solid week since Jeongguk had transferred into this class, and Taehyung was already wanting to switch out. Every day was a battle between him Jeongguk's cockiness, and he found himself hating him more by the seconds.

"Jesus Stitch, I'm just trying to pass the damn class so I can get out of here just as fast as you are." Jeongguk says. "You really think I rather be here instead of baseball practice?"

"Who's fault is that?" Taehyung scoffed, eyes fixed upon the teachers lecture. "Should've took this class a long time ago if you knew that baseball was going to be your entire life."

Jeongguk quirked up an eyebrow. He wasn't used to someone not being compliant with his words, actions, or just anything he does in general. He hated it. It irks his soul the way Taehyung would glare at him, or defeat his sarcasm with sarcasm.

Jeongguk couldn't seem to understand what the hell his friend even saw in this kid. This guy was a literal stubborn prick. Eunwoo could settle for much better in his eyes.

All he knew was that he had three more months in this hell hole before he could finally go back to living his life in baseball, so working his ass off now and passing this class in the meantime was his main priority even if it meant copying Stitch's papers when he wasn't looking—or in this case when he was looking.

Jeongguk stared at the white board that was written in a ton of nonsense with big words that he couldn't understand, and rolled his eyes. This class was too damn quiet and unexciting. He needed to make conversation with someone. There was no way that he was going to work in silence otherwise he'd lose his mind.

He turned his head slightly, watching Taehyung write whatever he was writing on his paper, hands tapping on the desk as he tried to figure out something to say. Something that would spark interest since nothing he had to say interested Taehyung the first place.

"So uh, my friend.."

"Not interested."

Jeongguk's tapping stopped. "Wow." He said as he exhaled sharply. "You didn't even let me start."

"That's because i'm not interested." Taehyung says, multitasking this not so much conversation, with the notes that their teacher was writing down. "In whatever you gotta say."

A small sarcastic laugh escaped Jeongguk's lips while he shook his head and grabbed his pen. As he began to scribble a random drawing on his paper, he whispered out lowly but good enough for Taehyung to hear. "I really don't get what anyone would see in you."

Taehyung's head snapped in the other's direction, his eyebrows furrowed angrily. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused, Stitch."

There Jeongguk was, giving Taehyung the same attitude he was giving him. It was only fair that he gets even.

"Mind repeating that?" Taehyung spoke angrily. He felt completely and utterly disrespected. Entirely sick of Jeongguk and his out of pocket rudeness.

It wouldn't have bothered him if Jeongguk had used different words, or said something else that might tick his soul, but the exact line of "I really don't get what anyone would see in you," bothered him like crazy.

It's the exact line the last girl he liked so very much used on him.

For someone that was crazy in love with her, and did everything he possibly could to keep their relationship going, he was treated through hell and back.