"Oh my—" Hojun gasps. "I'm sorry, daddy," he finds it funny to make a joke, and y/n bursts into laughter right next to me, getting me to not believe that she understood this dumbass moron. I drop my pen and hit him in the arm. "Shut the fuck up," I stay as quiet as possible, grinning against my will.

"Do you want me to wipe it off for you?" he leans over to hide behind his laptop screen and wheeze, but I grab my eraser and phone to open the camera and know where I have to aim.

"Your sweater," y/n mentions to me, getting me to stop passing the wet tip over my skin to check my clothing. "Oh my god," I internally cry at the sight of it the blue ink over my white fabric, but y/n comes closer with her eraser. "Wait," she tries to remove the stains, so I let her do it but feel some relief at the sight of the ink disappearing. "Thank god, it's going away."

"Thank me," her audacity controls her, and I chuckle but give her the words she wants to hear. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she grins with satisfaction, so I grasp a peek at the teacher to make sure he is not paying attention to us but his lesson, and I erase the ink left on my face.

"How did you do that?" she whispers, closing her eraser to put it down. "I was toying with my pen..." I do not tell a lie since nothing will decrease the embarrassment I feel, and she lets out 'tch' of disbelief but looks away.

"Hey, don't 'tch' at me, all right?" I never leave her alone, enjoying how amusing it is to tease her and get her to react. Her arms remain crossed under her breasts, and she raises her eyebrows at me now. "Don't give me that look either," I direct my eraser towards her, but she smiles and grabs it. "Don't point this at my face."

I grin but stop annoying her, knowing the boundaries to not make it too much. "I do what I want with my pen."

"Then I do what I want with my mouth," she fights me with her comebacks, taking me by surprise. I tongue my cheek, not knowing how to resound to this since I am not close enough to make the joke I have in mind.

"Can you both stop flirting? We're gonna get caught," Hojun complains about our behavior. "Shut up, you're not involved."

"All right, daddy," he pisses me off with this nickname he never used before, and I sharply exhale. "Stop calling me daddy, bro!"

"You said you like it," he lies in front of my crush to humiliate me on purpose. "Not when it's you," I put my eyes on something else to not give him what he is asking for, and Y/n laughs in a quiet manner but focuses back on the lesson, and I try to do the same.

He always finds a way to embarrass me.

•••

I sit down on a chair in the cafeteria to put my food down and get joined by Kimoon, Hojun, and unfortunately, Minhyuk's girlfriend that I loathe. "Kook," she calls me like one of my best friends would do it and sits on my right, but I ignore her. "Hey, I need to talk to you. It's about Minhyuk."

"What?" I shove a spoon of rice in my mouth, uninterested in what she has to tell me. She comes closer as I moved back on my chair, and she brings her lips to my ear. "Did you see the dm I sent you this morning?"

"I didn't," I do not even lie about it since I did not check who this was, but she makes me feel uncomfortable by touching my thigh. "Oh god. Please, don't open it. I sent it to you by accident because it was meant for Min, but he's gonna be mad at me if he knows I sent you this."

I set my eyes on her, not believing this bullshit. "What was it?"

"It's just...you know..." she bites her lips covered in gloss, and she leans in again to press her breasts against my arm and speak in an undertone. "I took them last night and wanted to tease him..."

"And you're telling me that you went into a chat that was not opened in weeks, did not check the name, and sent the photo there? Are you kidding me?" my exasperation takes the upper hand on me, knowing she did this intentionally. "I swear it was an accident, Jungkook! I wouldn't send you this without your consent."

"You already did," I remind her of what her brain selects as unnecessary information, but she stares into my eyes and slides her hands over my thigh. "But you never complained about it."

I stop eating, feeling on the verge of throwing her away. "I didn't know what kind of girl you were at that moment, so I just let it pass, but that made me uncomfortable, and I didn't like it."

"I'm not 'a type of girl'. Stop saying that," she dared to be mad at the use of words, but I scoff. "Yes, you are. You're that type of girl who has a guy but who still thirsts over another one and flirts with him because you only think about getting fucked."

"You think I thirst over you?" she sneers and feigns shock while I am enjoying my meat and rice and keeping calm as much as my self-control allows me to. "Yeah. All your 'Oh, Jungkook, you're so hot', 'Love it', 'Amazing body' that you leave on my posts, and when you come here and touch me inappropriately because you think it's gonna turn me on. What is it? If it's not thirsting over me then that's harassment and nothing else."

"You're ridiculous, you just like to get all those girls there to compliment you and boost your ego, but then you act like you don't give a shit about them and that you're a respectful and amazing man," she judges a person that she does not even know, but since she is too low to even reach me with such small words, I just stare at her and chew on my food. "Are you done?"

"Fuck you," she rises and walks away, finally leaving me. "Such a bitch," Hojun mumbles while looking at her go away, and I check my phone to see if y/n sent me a text yet. "What was she talking about?"

"She sent me a nude on Insta and told me to not look at it because it was not meant for me, but I didn't even open it," I put my phone down and continue to eat, but my eyes seek for the girl I have not seen since the drawing class. "Of course, 'an accident'. Just like when she 'accidentally' showed you her pussy."

"Dude," I whine out of disgust. "Don't remind me of that while I'm eating!"

He laughs but says sorry. "Just imagine this was y/n then."

"Stop talking about her like that all the time," Kimoon speaks up, defending her whenever he hints too much sexual stuff about her. "Yeah, don't," I share the same opinion.

"Stop acting like you would mind! I swear you're both stuck up as soon as it is about this girl!" he does not understand why I feel that way. "No. It's not that I would mind, but I don't like to talk about her that way. We don't care when it's that other bitch, but I respect and like y/n, so I wouldn't want her to know we say those things when we're together."

"Maybe she would like it because it's not bad. I'm not sexualizing her and saying 'Fuck, have you seen how hot she is in that skirt with those juicy thighs that make me wanna bang her?'. I just know you have a crush on her, so I tease you with soft jokes," some words coming out of his mouth enrage me. "You better not ever say that type of thing anyway because I'd beat the shit out of you. And no, she wouldn't like it to know that we're talking about pussy and bringing her into that."

"Whatever," he huffs. "If you knew how girls talk about guys when they're all together, you'd realize—"

"I know girls more than you do," Kimoon roasts him with facts, and I keep my laughter in at the sight of him stopping his actions right away. "You always claim that you only dated two girls in your life."

"That doesn't mean that I'm not friends with a lot of girls," he does have a point, no matter how much I hate to admit it. "Yeah...Can you remind me when was the last time you had a girlfriend?"

"More than one year ago. What does that have to do with this?" he frowns, not seeing the link. "Hm. You have a lot of female friends, but you don't fuck any of them, neither flirt with them?"

"I don't because I don't want to," he does not hesitate before answering as if he knew exactly where he stands. "How? I mean, I can't stay more than one month without having sex."

"Because you're a boy," he puts some kimchi in his mouth. "And I'm a man," his reply earns a chuckle from my throat. "Haha," he bitterly fakes a laugh, but I smile and look away to see if y/n is still not here.

I guess she went out to eat.

•••

"Guys," I hold my bag around one shoulder and step out of the classroom. "I'm going to the library, so don't wait for me."

"With y/n?" Kimoon sucks on his lollipop, and I nod, even though I am not even sure she will be there and not cancel everything. "All right, enjoy your time with her then," he does not tease or bother me, and I leave but do not head to the library yet, I hurry to go out and cross the road to go to Starbucks.

I enter the place and make my way to the checkout right away to order two different creamy Frappuccino, with two chocolate chip cookies. Then once I am done, I get out and make my way back to the campus.

I hope for her to remember it since we have not texted or seen each other that much today.

I make it slow to go there, taking my time so that I do not seem too obsessed and eager, but I cannot help stressing out. I am not really used to that type of thing. Girls are usually the ones waiting for me unless that girl is my crush or girlfriend, and since I have not dated in a while, I forgot how it feels like.

The drinks keeping my hands too cold, I push the door with my foot to enter the building, and I walk to the library, praying to not feel dumb once I enter the room and realize she is not going to be here.

I nibble on my bottom lip and toy with my piercing, walking inside the library, I take a look around me to check if she is at a table, but since I do not notice her, I get to an empty table and sit down, put the food and drinks on it, and I take my bag off of my shoulder to drop it on my lap and check my notifications.

My leg bounces once the nervousness takes over the other emotions inside, and I read the messages I received on Instagram except for the one that was sent by Gayoon.

I wonder what y/n is doing. I doubt that she would not come and not warn me, but what if she forgot?

I answer a few girls who texted me and read what Minhyuk sent me.

[ yeah >

I do not lie, hoping for this to cause trouble. With some luck, he might dump her.