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“I have a proposition for you, (Y/N).” Jungkook followed you breathlessly down the hall. “What is it, Jungkook? I have no idea why you’re even following me—don’t you have to get to class?” You held the straps of your backpack as you turned around to speak to the boy. “I can blow off one day of class,” He smirked, “Especially for this occasion.” “I’m not even going to class, so do you still have to follow me?” You turned on your heels back. “Great, then we can talk the whole period.” He walked beside you. “How about we make a bet?” “What kind, what for, and what’s at stake?” You climbed up the stairs, holding onto the railing on the side. “Aish..” He said under his breath, but cleared his throat. “Uh, homecoming is coming up.” “Yeah?” You looked behind you to see him looking up your skirt. Not wanting to embarrass him—more yourself—you went quicker. “Whoever gets a date first wins,” He shook his head, regaining his focus. “But what are the stakes?” You got to the top of the stairs, opening the old music room. “The winner gets to order the loser around for an entire month.” “Anything?” You threw your backpack on the ground, running your fingers through your hair. “Anything.” He confirmed, closing the door behind him. “Why would I make a bet with a greasy boy like you, hm?” You sat on the floor. “The same reason I would make a bet with a slimy, loser girl such as yourself.” He bopped your head, sending it slightly back. “What do you plan to prove here? That you’re better looking than me?” You raised your eyebrow, “Because I know the answer to that: I’m the better looking one. If it’s to make me do some crazy thing, just tell me now so I have motivation to win.” “I don’t know what I want you to do right now, but I’ll figure it out when I win. I always win,” He proudly stated, sitting down as he puffed his chest out like an animal. “I’m good at everything.” “Mm,” You nod with your lips tucked inside your mouth, “Okay.” “What?” He gave a halfhearted laugh, “You scared?” “I don’t even like you, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, scooting towards the window to look out. “You talk to me, so that must mean you like something about me.” He sat next to you. You looked out over the rainy dark day. “You can believe what you want,” “I’m not that bad.” He watched the rain create ripples in the puddles.
You glared at the boy who treated the project as if it were nothing, “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asked, propping his feet on the desk. “No.” You sharply replied, writing on your notebook to gather information. “Explains why you do so much work,” He snorted. “Then I assume you have a girlfriend?” You said emotionlessly. “No.” He looked at your writing, “Haven’t found a girl yet. What’s the rush?” “There’s no rush to find girls, but there is a rush to finish this project. It’s half of our grade, Jungkook.” You said the last part slowly, as if he were to miss it at normal speed. “It seems like you have this under control,” “Even if I do, you’re not taking credit for my work.” “Oh, come on.” He put his arm around you, “Please?” “That doesn’t work on me.” You shrugged his arm off. He stood quiet, and even took his feet off of the desk’s smooth surface. The silence was strange, so you turn around to see what he could possibly be doing now. He was in shock—presumably by how fast you turned his ‘charm’ down. “How about I take you out? You’re really cute,” He had another go, moving his chair closer to yours. “I don’t date.” You slid your belongings farther away from him, along with yourself. “Don’t think of it as a date then,” He propped his head up on his hand. “Think of it as friend’s meeting at the café.” “I don’t go out.” You shot his second attempt down. “What do you do?” He sounded intrigued, as if it were so odd to not go out. “Work, do homework, do chores—anything that involves helping in anyway I can to my family or myself.” You continued scribbling away in your notebook. “How about we have lunch together tomorrow? It’s not going out since we’re in school, and it’ll be centered around the project.” “How about no?” “I don’t beg, if that’s what you want.” He threw his feet up again, “Girls come to me—not vise versa. I don’t need to go out with you, anyway.” “Then why ask?” You murmur to yourself. “To give you an opportunity,” His arrogance sparked a flare of dislike inside of you, making you resent him by—not only his appearance—his personality.
“Who are you planning on asking?” “I don’t know.” You thought. “I don’t even have to worry about who I ask—no girl ever says no to me.” “Except me.” You felt cunning confidence in stating those two words. You saw from the corner of your eyes how he tensed at the memory, “You don’t count, (Y/N)-ah.” “Why not? You asked me out how many times?” You grinned, knowing you caught him. “About ten times—at least. The first day I met you, you told me you weren’t going to beg for me; you chased me. What was that, too? You can have whichever girl you please, then why come back to me? You have the popular girls who practically own the school, and you chase after the girl who prioritizes work.” You flipped your hair over your shoulder, “I guess someone has a soft spot for me.” “Yah, I don’t.” He crossed his arms. “Then why are you here? You and I fight everyday, and yet you always come back; not a day of your life is spent away from me. Even the weekends you sought me out,” “That’s because I have nothing better to do.” He tried covering himself up. “Nothing else to do?” You scoffed, “Have you not seen those girls who hang on your every word? I’m sure you could find something to do with them,” “Well, maybe I don’t wanna do anything with them.” He shrugged like a child—quite cute if you may add. “Maybe I would rather spend my time making a girl like me,” “Is that what this is? What all of everything you’ve even done was? An attempt to make me fall for you?” You turned to him, “Does it excite you or annoy you that there’s only one girl in school who won’t fall in your trap?” “At first it annoyed me,” He admitted, “Now I’m just interested in you: what kind of guys you like, your personality—what makes you not like me.” “All you had to do was ask,” “Okay: Why don’t you like me?” “You’re an arrogant, greasy, slutty, brat of a little boy who thinks he can get everything he wants because of his looks. Looks die out, Jungkook. Personality is more important for me than anything else, and you proved you’ve got a pretty horrid one for the past year.” You vented everything out. He looked down while nodding slowly, biting his lip to show understanding of your disliking. “You even think that when I follow you around on our days off?” “No.” His eyes glisten with hope, “I think you’re a creep then.” And there go the eyes. “You follow me from my house, you stalker.” “So out of school, I’m a stalker.” He tried to clarify, then you nod after. “I am different out of school, though.” “You are, I’ll give you that. Although, you playing with children doesn’t interest me as much as you think it does.” “I play with children because I want to, (Y/N)-ah. It’s not entirely because I want to impress you,” “So it is an attempt to make me like you?” “Somewhat.” There was a silence, with the rain’s little taps as the only noise. “Is there anything you like about me?” “Honestly? Do you really want me to answer that?” You turned to him. “Yes.” “How do I know it’s not just to boost your ego?” “Because I’ll answer honestly the things I like about you,” He stared at you contemplating, “Think about it: is it really an ego boost for me to confess the things like about you? If anything, it’s more of a step backwards.” You sighed, turning your whole body towards him. “I like your hair,” You shrugged, ruffling his floppy black hair. “Your smile isn’t bad, you’re tall, you’re calmer about the whole 'every girl wants me’ characteristic outside of school.” “That’s all?” “Did you want more?” “Anything is really good for me,” He smiled. “I like that you give me a challenge, you’re focused on what you want, the way your hair looks everyday, your smile, your eyes, your skin-” “I have a feeling you’re going to list everything.” You cut him off. “You’re right.” He played with his pant leg, “Not to mention the glow you radiate..” “Stop messing around, Jungkook.” You pushed him back roughly. “I’m not..” He smiled sheepishly, “Good luck finding a date, (Y/N)-ah.” He stood up, smoothing some of your hair back. With that, he left the room with his bag. Was he telling the truth?
You walked towards the doors of school, then Jungkook leaning on a locker with a girl caught your eye. Aish, the bet already started?! Why didn’t he say?! You turned back, pushing against the crowd coming towards you. “(Y/N)!” A voice was surprised as you bumped into a chest. “The day’s over, silly.” Tae smiled his rectangular smile. “I need your help, Tae.” You held onto his shoulders as he lifted you up, walking in the direction you were going against. “With?” He set you down. “Jungkook made this weird bet with me,” You fixed your skirt, “Whoever finds a date for homecoming first gets the order the loser around for a month.” “What’s wrong with that kid?” He rubbed his temple, “Are you asking me?” He asked girlishly. “Yes, Tae.” You breathed. “Well you have to put more effort into it!” He giggled, “Take me out first.” “Tae!” You whined loudly, “I don’t have that kind of time, I already saw him flirting with some girl.” “He works quickly,” He frowned, “I’ll go.” “Really?” “Of course, why wouldn’t I?” “Because you could go with another girl, instead of me who just needs you for a bet.” You explained. He shrugged, “It doesn’t matter to me.” “Thank you!” You almost tackled him into a hug. “Don’t be so happy, (Y/N).” Jungkook sang walking by, “I saw that, and I already have a date—you lost.” “Aw.” Tae pouted, holding onto you. “She’s cute, Jungkook. Can I still take her?” Jungkook tensed a little, “Sure, hyung.” “Alright!” He cheered, “You’re gonna be the cutest girl there!” He hugged you tightly, “I’ll take you to eat and everything!” “Yah, you don’t have to agree (Y/N).” Jungkook said, “You don’t even have to go if you don’t want—I know how you don’t date or go out.” “Why not?” You smiled, feeling Tae peck your cheek repeatedly. His face softened, before reverting back to the 'bad boy’ stern one. “See you there.”
//Homecoming// “You really look beautiful,” Tae said, looking you up and down. “You’ve said that about one hundred times now,” You blushed. “Let’s go dance.” He held his hand out to you. Reluctantly, you grabbed it. Just as you were about to dance to the current song, a slow one began to play. “Just our luck, huh?” He smiled sweetly. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his hands on your waist, and your bodies close. You danced, and Tae began talking about something about lions. You couldn’t focus, as he was spewing facts about them left and right. Your eyes wandered around the room, falling on Jungkook sitting alone at a table. His eyes were fixated on how your bodies swayed together, perfectly timed with the music. “Isn’t that funny, (Y/N)?” Tae’s voice came through. “What?” You tore your gaze away from his, “Oh, yeah.” You laughed nervously. “You have really pretty eyes..” He said slowly, looking into them. “Thank you.” You looked back into his. You looked down, feeling a bit shy. His hand immediately made its way to your chin, bringing your head back up to his. He slowly fluttered his eyes closed and leaned in. Tae’s lips were against yours—full and plump. As you broke away, you looked back to where Jungkook was. He was gone, but you turned to the door in the nick of time to see him leaving. “Should I take you home?” Tae asked, seeing the volunteers beginning to clean up. “I think.” Your arms left his shoulders. “I had fun,” He smiled, putting his arm around you as you walked out.
/Next Day// “Sharpen my pencil, (Y/N).” Jungkook threw his pencil at you. “Why are you being like this? This is even too far for you,” You snapped. The entire day he’s been acting ruder than usual to you, and since you lost the bet you now have to do everything he says. “Don’t ask questions: just go.” He did a shooing motion with his hand. “No.” You slammed the pencil down in front of him. “Did I not explain what happens if you don’t do what I say?” He sat up. “No.” You turned around. “You run around naked in the halls.” He smiled confidently. “Jungkook!” You shouted, causing people to turn around in your class. “I can’t do that-” “You’ll have to or else I’ll make you.” You snagged a piece of your top, tugging on it not caring if the buttons popped. “What’s wrong with you?” You shoved him away. “A bet is a bet, (Y/N).” “I know, but you’re acting so different.” You fixed your top. He bit his lip as he saw the despair in your eyes. “I’m sorry..” He tried grabbing your arm. “Stop.” You snatched it away. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He scooted closer to you, “I’m just upset.” “Whatever it is, I’m not interested.” “Go out to get some drinks with me—it’s an order now.” “Ha,” You shook your head, “You treat me worse than a slave, try to rip my top off, and now you want me to out on a date with you?” “(Y/N),” He grabbed your hand lightly, “Will you go out on a date with me after school?” A few girls turned around, hearing the words just uttered by the bad boy: a question more than a command of a date. “Jungkook,” You took your hand back, “You’re making people stare.” “I can make it worse if you don’t say yes,” He stood up, “I—Jeon Jungkook—am begging (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N) to go out with me! That’s right: I’m begging!” He proclaimed loudly. “Jungkook!” You tugged his sleeve down for him to sit. Thankfully, no one was paying attention since the room was loud enough as it is. “Is that a yes?” He asked, plopping down in his chair. “Yes, just never do that again!” You slapped his arm. He couldn’t contain the smile of his lips, “Meet me at the café after school.” “Why don’t you just come to my house and walk me?” “Good idea.” He nodded, “I’ll be there.”
//At Café// “Do you like Tae?” “What?” You nearly choked on your hot chocolate. “You went to homecoming with him—he knew it was a bet—but you still went. You told me you didn’t like going out, and it wasn’t a lie. Why go with him?” “I just figured since I asked him and he was being so sweet, I would.” “Well, would you have gone with me?” He looked at you with his big puppy like eyes. “I’m not sure.” You licked your lips, “Maybe if you were sweet.” “Am I not?” He smiled, sipping his drink. “I promise I will.” You giggled at the mustache it left on him, “Why are you being so nice? Is it for earlier?” “Not exactly..” He wiped his mouth, “I really like you, (Y/N).” “I know that.” You laughed. “But I really do,” He sat closer from across the table, “I want to be your boyfriend—not fight. I got jealous last night with you and Tae. I wished I would’ve been dancing with you instead, and I wish it was me who would’ve kissed you. My date stood me up, then when I saw her hanging out with that popular guy I just couldn’t help but feel a little upset. Then I saw you and Tae having a great time and I got even more upset—and sad. I just want you to be mine..” “I like you too..” You murmured to yourself. “Really? After all I’ve done? I guess I did get to you then,” He smiled. “So what do you say? Would you like to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?” “Okay.” You nodded, feeling a smile creep up on you.
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What about Tae? I'm happy with how it turned out, but I can't just leave him like that...😢😢😢