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"Hello, earth to Y/N!"

You still can't seem to move, tortilla chip hanging halfway out of your mouth as the rippling waves of dreamy fog continue to haze your thoughts, deterring your vision with the very thought of your best friend.

His lips.

His hands.

That stare.

You can't concentrate on studying, on Jimin who's sitting beside you on his bedroom floor, pen impatiently tapping against his binder as he waits for you to answer his question about problem number five.

All you can think about is what happened earlier today.

"Why did I have to be friends with the most clumsy human to ever walk the damn planet?!" Jungkook whines as he leans on the lecture podium at the front of the room.

You roll your eyes for the hundredth time at yet another complaint Jungkook had the balls to say to your face after everything you heard last night. Granted, he doesn't know you've already figured out that his 'late night study sessions' are really his way of saying he's going to have sex with the whole damn campus, but he doesn't need to know that just yet.

Finding the time to talk like two mature grown adults is what's setting that conversation back; far back.

The classroom Jungkook decided to drag you to is completely empty and a large part of you wishes it wasn't. To be honest, at this moment you'd much rather be halfway across the globe if it means being away from Mr. I-like-to-fuck-anything-that-moves.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been fighting over me like some ridiculous game of tug-of-war!" You bite back, giving Jungkook a scolding smack on his head before rubbing the shoulder he practically ripped out of place back in the cafeteria.

You were pretty much forced here against your will after the little incident you pulled, earning the biggest laugh you've ever heard from Jimin and the most annoyed look from Jungkook you've seen this entire friendship.

You've come to the obvious conclusion that Jungkook would much rather eat food than wear it. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and that was the only plan you could think of in the little time you had to process the whole situation at hand.

You shrug to yourself. At least it worked. That's one conversation I'll be avoiding today.

He hisses, dropping the wet cloth he was using to wipe away the pungent sauce stains on his shirt to rub at the aching spot you created on the side of his head.

"Yah! First you spill your entire lunch on me and now you hit me?! What the hell has gotten into you lately, Y/N?!"

"Falling in love with a fuckboy like you has been the most stressful, downright annoying thing I've ever experienced in my whole life," is what you wanted to say, but being the coward you are, you simply train your eyes to the scuffed tile floor instead.

"You wouldn't understand. You're too stupid to understand women's emotions anyway," you grumble like a little girl to which Jungkook scoffs in amusement.

Crossing your arms, you turn on your heels to glare out the large window of the classroom, watching as a couple walks down the sidewalk, probably to their next class of the day. You can't help but to watch enviously as he kisses his partners hand before wrapping an arm around her shoulder to bring her closer to his side.

A small smile forms on your lips as you watch the girl giggle before they exchange a quick kiss.

Must be nice having someone who shares the same kind of mutual love... Having someone proud to call you theirs, to show you off to the whole world as their other half.

"Y/N..."

You can hear Jungkook's footsteps approaching but you make no move to turn around just yet, eyes pricking with bitter tears as your stupid heart doesn't listen to your brain, unlawfully continuing to yearn for someone so close, yet still completely far and unattainable at the same time.

"Y/N," Jungkook calls again, his soft voice much closer this time.

Your name, no matter how mad he makes you or how much you feel betrayed, still manages to sound so good coming from his lips. The way he calls out your name gently, laced with concern as if you're the only person in his world.

If only that was the truth...

You sigh in irritation. "Jungkook I-- "

You spin back around, only to be met with familiar light brown eyes specked with black, completely face-to-face without warning. You can't stop your eyes from drinking in the only innocent part of his body, those big doe eyes that seem to constrict your breathing every time they gaze at you as intensely as they are now. His dark hair, once slicked back and styled, now falls in softly messed waves around his face.

You can feel him observing you, they way your orbs impulsively travel across his gorgeous features down to his lips, plump and pouty, and you blush knowing just how pillowy soft they are, accented by that cute little mole underneath.

Finally you reach the base of his neck, gazing at how his collar bone pokes slightly out of the ugly mustard shirt, even uglier now with the stains on the bottom half that you've caused.

It was like a match lit inside you, burning with want in the best way possible as you work your way back up to meet your best friends eyes once again.

Why do you have to be so breathtakingly beautiful?

You gulp as reality strikes, finally noticing he's standing much too close for your liking with a devilish grin on his face. A jolt of shivers kindles down your spine in response to the close proximity and through the haze of anger and hormones, butterflies continue to multiply in your stomach.

Eyes quickly darkening and without hesitation, Jungkook's hands latch onto your wrists, forcing your hands to touch the top of his clothed chest.

"You've been such a bad girl lately, Y/N," he murmurs lowly, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watches you squirm uncomfortably under his intense stare.

Another arousing shudder wracks through your body at the sensual tone of his words, all breathing faltered as his teeth calculatingly graze his bottom lip.

"I thought I was always a good girl, Jungkook," you decide to momentarily put your grudges aside and play along, although you can barely choke the words out confidently in the heat of the moment.

"You were... but look at this mess you've made," Jungkook shakes his head slightly, tsking without dropping his gaze from yours. "I guess you're gonna have to clean this up."

His fingers force yours to hook around the buttons of his shirt and with a slight tug it pops apart, exposing a bit more of his toned chest underneath.

Your fingers shake as he trails your hands down to undo another button, a mixture of emotions swirling around like a tornado in your brain and you can't seem to piece together what's happening right now.

Jungkook chuckles as you watch in awe as more smooth skin is exposed, another button releasing too easily, the top of his abdominal muscles slowly beginning to show the farther he guides your hands downwards.

"Do I really have this much of an effect on you, Y/N?" his voice croons out softly and heat pools in your stomach, heart thrumming harshly against your ribcage.

You can't answer as you glance down, watching as another shiny white button flies open to fully reveal golden skin, the expanse of hard muscle once masked by ugly cotton fabric. You gawk, completely entranced at how someone with such an innocent bunny face can have a body this god-like.

Your fingers twitch as he drops your hands, almost as if he's tempting you to touch him on your own free will, like he knows how bad you want him to take you right here and is just waiting for you to prove it before he makes his move.

And it's killing you how bad you want to do it, even worse how it rolls off your body in sensuous waves into the man who's looking at you like you're his next full course meal.

Don't fall under his spell! He's a liar, a fuckboy!

But all you can do is instinctively hold your breath as Jungkook leans in, hands planted firmly on each side of the window to enclose your body. The movement causes your hands to press against his stomach in order to keep some distance and the blush on your face travels down the stretch of your neck as you feel the dips of muscle contract while he speaks.

"I'm gonna be honest with you," his voice lowers an octave, eyes holding your own as the small smirk begins to dissipate. "You've been making it so hard for me lately. I can't stop thinking about you," his eyes quickly flit to the side of your neck, lips tugging down that the corners as he scowls at the light purple mark Jimin created last night.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, nose now lightly brushing against your ear. "So much that I feel like," his fingers delicately graze over Jimin's hickey, as if to further his point. "I might have to mark what he can't have."

You freeze, realizing you're trapped with a very angry, horny Jungkook.

♡🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰♡

Jimin's POV

Jimin dumps his lunch before heading out the double doors of the cafeteria.

I wonder where that idiot hauled her off to...

His eyes scan the halls, debating if he should check the supply closets or head over to your place instead.

They couldn't have gotten that far, Jimin sighs, running his hands through his dark locks anxiously.

Jimin figured you hadn't talked with Jungkook about what happened last night, he learned quickly that confrontation definitely wasn't in your nature. Apparently neither is letting go.

He sighs, leaning against the lockers with his eyes closed tight.

Why can't she just let him go already? After everything he's put her through... or rather what I've put her through...

"Why are you out here by yourself?"

Jimin doesn't hide the clear disgust on his face at the sound of the shrill voice.

"Go away, Sana," he groans, peeping one eye open to see the brunette standing before him with her hands on her hips, chest practically hanging out of her light pink blouse, denim skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs.

"Awh, are you crying over Y/N again?" When Jimin doesn't answer she steps closer. "Are you giving up already, Park? I thought we had a deal-- "

"Shut the fuck up!" Jimin hisses, eyes darting in every direction to make sure no one was in proximity to overhear their conversation.

Sana closes the distance, leaning towards Jimin's defensive form to lower her voice. "Listen, they're friendship is already on the rocks, you and I both can see that. Give it a little more time and she'll be all yours. And Jungkook," her eyes darken as his name forms on her glossy lips. "will be mine."

Jimin frowns, lowering his eyes to stare bleakly at his shoes. "I hate hurting her. I don't want to be a part of this anymore."

Sana is quick to grab Jimin's shirt, pulling him down by the collar to match her height. "You're just as much a part of this as I am. Stop being a pussy and finish what we started," her eyes narrow, tugging a bit more until her makeup-caked face is his only view. "Unless you want me to tell Y/N how you tried ruining her relationship with Jungkook for your own disgustingly selfish agenda," Sana's tone is quiet, malicious as her head cocks to one side.

Your face runs through Jimin's mind, smiling, happy, and he frowns deeper knowing you'll never talk to him again if you find out.

He sucks in a deep breath, meeting Sana's spiteful. "Fine, whatever," he caves, trying to hold back the tears more than willing to fall.

Sana sneers, releasing her grip with a hard push to Jimin's chest. "Just do your part, keep Y/N eating out of the palm of your hand and I'll focus on Jungkook. I have a few tricks up my sleeve," and with that, she struts away, leaving Jimin with his burdening conscious screaming every mistake he's made since he made that deal.

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