Today it was just going to be just Jungkook and I working on the poster today. I was worried to say the least, I wasn't sure how this whole thing was going to play out.

We were rivals for goodness sake, we couldn't go two seconds without bickering about the smallest thing. I was afraid that we would ruin the whole poster itself just because we would end up competing about which side of the poster was better or something like that.

Although as much as it tempted me to beat him in every small thing, I had to put that aside for the sake of our grade, for everyone in this group's grade.

Taehyung had offered himself to come over and help us out with the project, but Jungkook refused him and said that he had already done enough research and had done his good portion of the project.

I mean, I didn't mind Taehyung coming to help us out, but it seemed like Jungkook was worried about him doing too much work and told him no.

And Jaeun? Well thanks to Taehyung emailing the teacher, she had a special talk with the teacher and she was transferred to a different group.

She was angry alright.

But at least she won't be ripping out our notes any time soon.

I was setting up the materials in my room, waiting for Jungkook to come. He was supposed to come over twenty minutes ago, so I was a tad pissed.

I started to work on the poster when I heard the doorbell ring.

Finally.

I skipped down the stairs and opened the door to reveal in all of his glory, Jeon Jungkook.

There he stood, a smug expression dancing across his face. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he eyed me up and down.

"Let's get started, shall we Miss Second Place?"

I hissed and moved aside to let him in, kicking his leg while he was making his way in.

"Don't make this any more difficult then it needs to be," I muttered angrily, leading him up to my room. "Breathing the same air as you is already a pain in the ass, so let's just not get into any of that and get this stupid poster over with, alright?"

He sat on my bed while eyeing the materials that I had laid out on there. "Your parents?"

"Not here, they're at work."

"So we're alone?"

I scoffed, "Get your mind out of the gutter. Come on, let's get this over with."

I sat on my bed, gathering all the materials and showing him. "So these are the notes that I think we should put on here. Maybe not write the whole thing but summarize it enough that the teacher will know what it's over."

I handed him a paper with some notes scribbled on it. "These are the notes you'll be writing on this side. I have the notes that I'll be writing on this side. Deal?"

Jungkook blinked, furrowing his eyebrows at the sheet of paper in his hand. He looked up at me with a confused expression on his face.

Oh dear Lord.

"How about this, you summarize and write all the notes on the paper and I can do the title and decorate the poster. Your handwriting is way neater than mine, plus it would look weird with two different handwriting on each side." He let out, handing back the sheet of paper.

I sighed. He had a point. I nodded and looked at him. "Alright, you win this round. But seriously, can we just get this over with?"

Jungkook chuckled and begin to crap the markers he would need. "Why are you in such a hurry to get this over with? Don't you enjoy spending time with me?"

I scoffed. "In your dreams Jeon."

"Yeah."

I ignore him and begin to write on the poster, making sure everything was neat.

I was a perfectionist. Sometimes it was annoying as hell, but if something didn't look right, it was just in me to erase it or throw it away and try again.

It was definitely going to be an issue with Jungkook, because I knew for a fact he wasn't a perfectionist. He could mess up in the slightest and move on with it, but I would notice it and point him out on it.

That would surely get some fire going.

We worked in peace, none of us saying a word to each other. I had put some music on to ease the quietness a little, but other than that we could only hear the markers and the breathing.

Without intending to, I had reached over to do the other side of the poster when Jungkook had started to reach and finish the title on the other side, resulting in me awkwardly falling on him.

So there I was, lying on his lap while he was on top of me.

What a wonderful place to be in.

Not.

"I-I'm sorry." Jungkook stuttered out, getting himself off of me and lowkey harshly pulling me away from him.

I nodded and blinked a little. "Let's just trade spots so I can get my work done on this side and you do your finishing touches on that side."

He nods furiously and heads over to the other side the same time I was heading to his side, resulting in us crashing into each other.

Could this get any worse?

"Ah..." I drawled out, leaning back slightly and holding my head in my hands. His head was so strong, maybe with all the wins he gets, it gets to his head and makes it bigger.

"Shit, I'm sorry again." He muttered out.

I dismiss him with a wave of my hand and push him out of my way. "Just get to your side before you do any more damage."

Jungkook nods and is successfully on his side, back to working quietly on the title and other decorations on the side.

We were back to not saying anything to each other, both of us forgetting the other one is there. Well, at least I did.

All I paid attention to was the music playing. I would occasionally mouth or hum along to the lyrics, and so would Jungkook. Those were the only words coming out of us.

As I moved my hand to get a better angle at the writing, my hand had come in contact with Jungkook's, who had also moved it.

Our hands slightly brushed together.

I turned my head to look at our hands then up at him to find him already looking at me.

His eyes were slightly widened and I noticed his cheeks were starting to turn a light shade of pink. His lips were parted slightly, almost like he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn't.

Jungkook blushing? That was a sight to see.

That's when I noticed how close we really were. Our faces were just mere inches away from each other, our noses just centimeters away.

We were staring at each other, none of us daring to break the eye contact.

Was this another competition?

He wasn't making a move to back away, and strangely enough, neither was I. We were just there, lying on my bed and staring at each other as if our lives depended on it.

What was I doing?

Snap out of it, Miyoung!

I moved my hand away and darted my eyes back to the poster. "Sorry about that, I didn't notice you there."

When Jungkook said nothing, I turned my head back to face him to find that he was still looking at me. I was slightly taken aback, noticing the way he was looking at me.

Never have I ever seen him look at me like this, and to be honest, it had me shaken up a little.

I didn't like it.

I blinked a couple of times. "Uh, Jungkook, you there?" I waved my hands around in front of his face.

He blinked rapidly and sat up right. "O-Oh, uh y-yeah, I'm f-fine."

I pursed my lips and raised an eyebrow at him. I didn't ask him if he was okay.

I decided to shrug it off and go back to working.

No words were exchanged after that.

Even more so, it seemed as if both of us were trying to avoid touching the other's hand.

Which was weird, it wasn't like we were in fourth grade and afraid of getting cooties.

After forty-five more minutes of working, our poster was finally finished. We sat upright on the bed and admired our hard work.

"It looks really good," I breathed out, smiling slightly over at Jungkook. "To be honest, I thought I was going to bash your head open today, but we managed pretty well. Taehyung, Nayoung, and most likely the entire school would be proud of us right now."

Jungkook chuckled. "Yeah no shit, I came here already preparing myself for a battle."

I laughed, grabbing the poster and putting it neatly on my desk. "I'm keeping the poster here until we have to turn it in. I don't trust you with it."

He scoffed, heading over to me while feigning hurt. "You really think I'm going to do damage to this poster after all the hard work we just put in it? You're cruel."

I smiled at him and shrugged. "Who knows what you're capable of."

"You have no idea." Jungkook let out under his breath, daringly taking a step towards me.

Alarms started going off in my head. The atmosphere was getting super weird super fast.

I had to do something. Anything.

I forcibly let out a laugh while subtly taking a step back. "Well, this was nice but I actually got some plans to get going to so you might wanna skiddadle." I awkwardly chuckle, pointing my thumb to my door.

That was a lie, I had no plans to go to. If you count getting out a tub of ice cream and staying home to watch Netflix all afternoon a plan, then yes, I did have a plan.

I just needed him out of there before anything happened.

Jungkook took two steps towards me, this time much closer than before. I widened my eyes and leaned back, almost falling to the floor.

What was he doing?

"What's wrong Miss Second Place?" He said smugly, leaning his head closer to me. I bit my lip from refraining myself to kick the living shit out of him right then and there.

For a fraction of a second, I saw his lips dart to my lips and then back up at me. He bites the insides of his cheek and leans in even closer so that our noses were now touching.

What has gotten into him?

And why am I not pushing him away yet?

His lips parted slightly, his eyes going back down to my lips.

Yeah, that was a no.

I put my hands on his chest, getting ready to push him away from me when he grabbed my arms and shoved me against the wall.

I gasped, my eyes widening as I looked at him in shock. "Jungkook! What the hell has gotten into you? Let me go!" I try squirming out of his grasp, only to have him grip harder.

"You have no idea." He whispers quickly before pressing his lips on mine.

I froze, my eyes widening even more.

Was the Jeon Jungkook, my rival for years, kissing me right now?

What kind of drugs was he on?

I tried getting away from him, but he only moved closer so that our bodies were now pressed together. He let go of one hand and used it to cup my face, bringing his face closer and tilting it ever so slightly.

His eyes were closed and he gripped my hand tighter, if that was even possible.

I hated this. I hated the situation I was put in right now.

I needed to get out of it.

I used my free hand and pushed him roughly away from me, watching him stumble back. I pursed my lips, feeling anger and rage seething through my veins.

"What the hell was that for? Seriously, what has gotten into you?" I said loudly, clenching my fists at my sides. "You can't just go around kissing people, especially not your rival. You invaded my personal space. Get out."

"Chill, why are you getting so worked up over it? It's just a kiss, remember?" He said, his tongue swiping his bottom lip.

That was it.

"Get out of my house right now Jungkook. You disgust me. Go suck faces with someone who actually wants to." I growl at him, my nails digging into my skin at this point.

I was mad, angry and hurt. He invaded me in my home and then went on about how it was just a kiss. How many times did I have to tell him that kisses should be shared with people you have actual feelings for?

"I didn't think you would stoop this low. If this was about beating me in something, tell me. Claim your prize and get out!" I was on the verge of screaming.

Jungkook said nothing, only watching me vent out my anger. Seeing him say nothing only made me angrier.

"You don't have anything to say?" I say lowly.

He sighs, "You're so dense, you don't get anything." He grabs the stuff he brought, walking out of my room. "See you Monday, Miss Second Place."

"Don't call me that!"