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daddy. ♡

I sigh and walk to my last class, English.

Knowing Jungkook would be there made me feel like shit.

Although I couldn't help but feel a little excited knowing that a period with him was going to be something quite interesting.

Who am I kidding I'll probably be contemplating my own death after this period, but then again when am I not.

I open the door to my classroom and walk in quickly taking my usual seat at the back.

Sadly Jimin wasn't in my English class and I sat next to no one so there was a high chance of Jungkook sitting next to me.

Jungkook enters the classroom all high and mighty, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him a little longer than I should have.

With the way, his shirt fits him perfectly showing off his very obvious muscles.

His confident stance, girls were squealing in excitement I scoffed and looked away from him.

You better not sit next to me Jungkook.

Jungcock noticed the empty seat next to me and smirked, I growled lowly under my breath as I watch him saunter towards the seat next to me.

The girls in the classroom glared at me huffing that Jungcock never sat next to them.

It's not like I want that dick to sit next to me.

The English teacher walks in, pushing her red glasses further up the bridge of her nose and taking a long deep sigh.

"Alright class, since we are almost near the end of this semester I decided it'd be the appropriate time for a project."

Everyone in the class groans, making Mrs Forest glare at everyone.

"Although I've decided it will be a partner project, you will work with the person sitting next to you and you will be given a script for a drama which you will then act out."

"The subject of the drama is up to you, it has to be appropriate."

"The main aim of this task is to interpret language given in the script into acting, for you to try and use language in a way to create emotion and feeling."

Mrs Forest then claps her hands excitedly and opens up a folder with what I assume to hold the scripts.

She starts to give them out to each pair.

My soul is officially non-existent.

I have no soul.

I feel Jungkook's hand travel up my thigh, my breath hitches and I look up at him my cheeks flushed smacking his hand away from underneath the table.

Jungkook simply winks at me, I then grab the script from the desk reading it.

Noticing that this drama was about a father and son, I gasp at the roles of the two characters and look up to see Jungkook smirking slyly at me.

Shit.

The arrogant boy clicks his tongue, eyes alight with excitement.

"Well, I guess I'm going to be your daddy."

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A/N: I sincerely apologise for the word 'daddy'

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