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Why am I here? I groan to myself, making my way out of the classroom once the bell rings. Seriously, why am I here?

I could've easily skipped classes today. There was no point in me being here. Nothing exciting or majorly important was happening today, therefore, I was not needed here.

Reaching my locker, I put in the combination and gather the materials I need for my next class. I sighed and shut it, heading over to the next class when I felt a tug on my shirt.

With eyebrows raised I turn around to face a shy, freshman girl. Her cheeks blared red as she averted her gaze. She quickly removed her hold on my shirt and cleared her throat.

"Y—You might want to—to come with me right... right now." The girl stuttered, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She looked up at me before immediately looking back down to the floor.

I let out a humorless chuckle. "Sure. Sorry, I don't do hook-ups on the spot. They have to be scheduled." I wink at her, starting to turn around when she gripped my arm.

I turned around with widened eyes to see her shaking in the hold. "That—That's not what I meant!" She squealed, shaking her head. "Your ex, Jaeun I think her name is, is picking a fight with Miyoung in front of everyone! Things are escalating quickly! Maybe—Maybe you could stop this?"

"Miyoung's a big girl, she can win this battle herself." I chuckle and shake my arm away from her grip. "Where's it at?"

The girl points to the opposite direction. I mutter a soft thanks and head to where the fight supposedly was. I see a big crowd, ooing and pointing at something in the middle.

"Get out of my way!" I push through everyone, hearing murmurs and giggles.

Once I reach the commotion, I gasp. The girl was right, there they were in all of their glory. Jaeun looked as if she was about to explode and Miyoung looked nonchalant as always.

"What do you have that I don't?" Jaeun roars, lifting up her arm.

Without thinking, I rush in front of Miyoung and tightly grab onto Jaeun's arm before she could harm Miyoung.

I check behind me and see Miyoung muttering me a small thanks. I smile and turn back to face Jaeun, shock over-taking her features.

"You know what Miyoung has that you don't? She works hard at everything she does. She's amazing. Even when she knows she can't win, she won't stop trying. She never gives up. She's smart, funny, and so much more."

I look behind me and face Miyoung, a shy smile on my face. "She's wonderful."

Notice.

Quickly turning back to Jaeun to hide the blush forcing its way on my cheeks, I release her arm and scoff. "She's nothing like you, thank God. Stay away from Miyoung or I swear Jaeun I will stop you completely."

She whimpers and reaches her hands out to take mine. "Jungkook... please, I didn't—"

I ignore her and grab Miyoung's hand, leading her out of the crowd. Whispers of us dating fills my ears, putting a smile on my face.

We reach outside. I let go of her hand and gaze at her. "You good?"

She grins up at me. "Yeah."

I bite my lip to hide the smile. It was silent for a moment before suddenly, I feel arms wrapping around my torso. I look down to see Miyoung, her head resting on my chest.

My face heats up immediately and I tense up. "W—What are you doing?"

"Hugging you," She states. "Thank you Jungkook for standing up for me in there. I don't know if you meant it or not, but it still means a lot."

Of course I meant it, hell, I meant every damn word I said. When will you finally notice?

I sigh under my breath. "Uh you're welcome, I guess."

We pull away and she laughs, pointing to my cheeks. "You're blushing!"

I shake my head to try and deny, albeit failing because it was so obvious. "Me? Blushing? Never."

Today was a good day.

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The basketball team's championship game was today, and to be honest, I was nervous.

I've rarely been nervous when it came to these kinds of things, but for some reason, I was sweating it out like there was no tomorrow. Even my coach knew there was something wrong with me.

"Jungkook? You good?" Jimin, one of my teammates, comes up to me and rests his hand on my shoulder. "You look really tense right now."

I sigh and bury my head in my hands. "I don't know man, I feel really nervous about this game tonight. I don't like feeling like this, it's like some foreign shit."

He chuckles and sits down next to me. "It's normal to feel nervous, JK. It's our first championship game, why wouldn't you feel even the slightest bit nervous?"

Shrugging, I glance at him. "Probably because I've never felt nervous about these types of things before."

Jimin slaps the back of my head. "You're in way over your head."

I laugh and follow him onto the court, feeling the adrenaline rush in me.

This was going to be a good game. There was nothing that was gonna bring me down. My team and I were going to crush the living hell out of our rival team and we were going to bring the trophy home.

Bet.

"Okay guys, huddle up!" I say, gathering my teammates in a circle. The crowd was going wild. "Remember, we're a team. We're all in this together. Don't you dare go off and try this by yourself, we're all backing you up. Remember the plays we went over and what our strategies are." I grin at them. "Who are we?"

"Winners!" They scream, patting each other's backs and heading off to the court in their designated positions.

My eyes scan the crowd, the adrenaline filling me up more and more by the second. Just by seeing people cheer for me, for my team, got me up and ready to go. They really knew how to feed someone's ego.

My heart stops once I land my eyes on someone, a particular someone.

Miyoung.

What is she doing here? She never goes to any of the school's basketball games.

Could she possibly be here... to watch me?

I shake my head and shoot her a smirk, heading to my designated spot. Of course she's not there for you, dumbass. She's there with Taehyung.

The buzzer goes off and the game begins. I take the ball and head straight towards the hoop, shooting it and getting it straight away. The crowd screams my name, earning another cocky smirk from me.

I love this attention.

The game went on, my team scoring so many points that the other team decided that they would just give up halfway during the game.

Occasionally, I would glance towards where Miyoung sat to see if she was looking my way, but each time I looked over, she was too busy chatting with Taehyung.

Really? This girl even has the nerve to not even look at me during my special moment? Low move, Miyoung, low move.

I hand the trophy over to Jimin as I spot Miyoung talking to Taehyung. They were now off of the bleachers. Taehyung had his hand on his nape, scratching it nervously and glancing to Miyoung and the ground every millimeter of a second.

Oh no you don't.

Before Taehyung could open his mouth, I head over to them, wrapping my arms around them and smiling at them. "Hey you two! Did you guys enjoy the game?"

Miyoung squirmed against my hold. "Sure. You played very well."

Liar, you didn't watch at all. I beamed at her and removed my arm off of them. "Thanks." I sarcastically say.

Miyoung glances at Taehyung, who's face had turn beet red, and turned back to me with an annoyed expression on her face. "Okay, well Taehyung was about to ask me something before you rudely interrupted him, so either you leave us or we take our leave."

Glancing over at Taehyung, I smirk at him in victory. He shoots me an icy glare before looking at Miyoung. "I—It's okay Miyoung, I can tell you another time."

I try my best to hide a chuckle. "No go ahead Taehyung, ask her." I push him, earning another glare from said boy.

Miyoung shoots me a look. "You have no business here."

I shrug. "I don't want to interrupt anything so just do it as if I'm not here. I wanna know what you were about to tell her." I smile.

"Hey you know what would be better? If you actually weren't here. Go away!" Miyoung expaserates, desperately wanting me to leave.

This was only getting better and better.

"You know what? I actually gotta get going now. I'll tell you some other time. Bye!" And with that, Taehyung sped out of the gym.

"Thanks Jeon." She sighs as she watches his now disappearing figure.

I shrug again. "No problem. Hey, do you maybe wanna go get some pizza with me?"

Miyoung was caught off-guard, looking at me with wide eyes and a shocked expression. "W—What?"

I awkwardly chuckle, suddenly feeling nervous. "Well I was just thinking that we could, uh, celebrate this win with some pizza? I was gonna ask Taehyung if he wanted to come but he just ran out."

Lies. The thought didn't even occur to me after he had left. Sucks to suck.

She bites her lip and looks away. "Wouldn't you much rather celebrate your win with the people you won with?"

"No. So uh, do you want to?" When she doesn't respond, I quickly retaliate. "I—I mean, you don't have to, it was just a suggestion."

What was I thinking? That she would actually agree to going out to eat with me? Just the two of us? Only in my wildest dreams.

"Alright, let's go."

Caught off-guard, I look at her with a bewildered expression, my heart racing at an unnatural rate. "Really?"

She said yes? Miyoung said YES?

"I don't see why not. Let's go before it gets too late."

"Y—Yeah! Let me just go get changed real quick." I turn around to rush towards the locker room before quickly turning back to look at Miyoung. "Stay there, don't go anywhere." And with that, I ran faster than lightning to the locker room.

Don't keep her waiting, take a quick shower to get rid of this god-awful stench.

I hurriedly turn on the water and take off my clothes.

Miyoung agreed to go eat pizza with me? Just me? I smiled and bit my lip. This has to be a dream, there was no way Miyoung would willingly say yes to going out to eat with me alone.

I get out and put new clothes on, quickly spraying on some cologne and fixing my hair before rushing out to meet her.

I really hope she didn't leave.

To my surprise, she was still there, an annoyed expression dancing on her face. She looked at me with a small smile once I reach her.

"I was sure you had left." I mutter.

She chuckles. "Well I'm here, aren't I?"

I lick my bottom lip and smirk at her. "Yeah... Yeah you are. Let's go?"

I lead her out the door and we head towards the pizza parlor. Nerves were creeping all within me, not letting me be able to talk to her.

She didn't seem to be making an effort to start up a conversation either. Instead, she was looking out into space, clear as day that something was bothering her.

We reach the pizza parlor, sitting in our booths. We order our drinks and our choice of pizza before settling in another brief silence, her staring off into space again and me just staring at her.

I wanted to ask her what was wrong, what got her so distracted, but my nerves got the best of me. I looked behind and noticed that the cheerleaders and the rest of my teammates were here as well, shooting me a wink and going back to their things.

Great.

I finally gather the courage to ask her what was wrong, only to be left disappointed to what was bothering her.

"So lately, I've heard so many people saying things about us... romantically. And I hate it, I don't understand why they would think that. I've tried and explained so many times what our status was and they just kept on going. Like earlier today some girls were saying how you were watching me the entire game. Why do they even think about us like that?" She blurts everything out, discomfort clear in her features.

I suddenly feel gloomy as I stare at her. Did the mere thought of us being a couple really make her uncomfortable and disgusted?

Ouch, that really stinks.

I don't think we would be so bad, would we? Childhood rivals turn to lovers? Man, I can imagine the headlines now.

I bite the inside of my cheek, not wanting anything I would regret saying slip out. "So you're upset because people think of us like a couple."

She nods. "It's annoying."

And she thinks it's annoying? Wow, really the cherry on top.

This talk was making me feel a whole mix of emotions. Sadness, anger, confusion, disappointment. Was I so bad that just thinking about me in a different light brought her to become annoyed?

Feeling anger, I bite back at her, "Why does it bother you so much when you know it's not true?"

Why does it bother her so much?

"You're right, I don't know why it's bothering me so much when I know it's not true. Maybe it bothered me because you're my rival and I want to take you down. People can't see you the way I see you, and that must've got to me. They jump to conclusions." Miyoung says, pondering on it.

Ouch... again. She'll never see me as more than a rival, why do I get my hopes up just to get them knocked down over and over again?

She repeatedly reminds me how she hates my guts and wants to beat me in something. She's never complimented me, never told me if she has ever thought about me in another light. It's always the same damn thing.

So why am I still trying after all these years?

"Would it be so bad?" I mutter under my breath, unable to look at her in the eyes.

"Would what be so bad?"

I gulp. "Us. Being a couple."

Would it really bring you so much disgust? Would you really think it would be the worst thing that could ever possibly happen to you? Would you really hate it as much as you voice it does?

Taken back, she clears her throat and glances at me with a weird expression. "Well, seeing that we don't like each other that way, probably."

Of course. Of fucking course.

Did you really expect a different answer? My head taunts me.

"Right." I whisper, swirling the straw in my drink as I avoid her gaze.

Why do I do this to myself every single time? Why do I expect her to say something that would actually give me hope?

Every damn time I put myself out there, hoping she'd get the hint. And every damn time she turns away and doesn't see my efforts.

It's like she slaps away my heart I put in my palms.

I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep thinking that Miyoung and I could ever be something more if all she does is think I'm some sort of monster that's only in her life to torment everything she does.

What's the point?

"It amazes me how good you are at everything," Miyoung speaks up all of the sudden, as if she was listening to my internal battle. I look up at her with a bewildered expression. "I've never seen you fail at something in my nine years of knowing you. You're like a golden guy. You make me want to try harder at everything just so I can beat you and have the satisfaction that I beat the Jeon Jungkook. My adrenaline always gets going because of you. You get my competitive spirits up so high, and I enjoy competing with you in anything. Although you're a pain in the ass, you've made my life a little more interesting."

Well... that just hit me like a thousand unexpected bricks.

Where did all of this come from? Did she really mean everything she said?

My heart thumps loudly in my chest. "Miyoung... what?" I choke up, feeling the blush taking over my cheeks.

She smirks and leans over the table, her face inches away from mine.

I gulp, not knowing what the hell was going on.

I really hope she doesn't hear how fast and loud my heart is beating right now.

Miyoung brings her lips right to my ear. "Congratulations on your win." She whispers before pressing her lips onto my cheek.

What. The. HELL.

My cheeks are probably even redder than they were just moments ago. She pulls away and smirks at me, probably teasing me about my beet red face.

My hand unknowingly rests over the cheek she just kissed. I stare at her as she glanced over at my teammates table, who were full-on screaming and yelling my name.

But the only thing I could focus on was her.

Miyoung.

What are you doing to me?