Hate Me Date Me |JK|

If there's one thing I've learned about Jeon Jungkook, it's that he lives to annoy me.
And if there's one thing I've learned about myself, it's that I'd rather swallow nails than give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered.

"Smile, princess," he drawls, leaning against the wall like he owns the hallway. "People might think we actually hate each other."

I shoot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. "That's because we do hate each other."

He smirks, and God, that stupid smirk should be illegal. "Not anymore. We're madly in love, remember? Or at least we will be... until you get what you want."

I cross my arms. "Correction. Until YOU get what you want."

Fake dating.
The two words that are about to ruin my life.

All because Mr. Rich, Arrogant, Campus-Heartbreaker decided that the best way to shut up his ex and destroy a rival's ego... was to pretend to date me.
Me.
The girl who once told him he had the emotional depth of a teaspoon.

And the worst part? I agreed.
Not because I like him (God, no). But because I need something from him too. And if surviving three months of fake smiles, hand-holding, and pretending I don't want to strangle him will get me that... then fine.

But I swear, if he smirks at me one more time-
"Careful, princess," he murmurs, stepping closer until his cologne clouds my brain. "Keep glaring at me like that, and people might think you're obsessed."

I hate him.
I hate him so much.
So why does it feel like he already knows he's going to win?