Let Me Stay Close To You

prologue

People always found you an easy prey to bully. And that was because you were nice. Too nice. Well at least for their liking.
When they took your notes or stationaries without asking, you'd only smile. When they flip your lunch in the bin or purposely stain your skirt, you'd just skip your meal and quickly wash up. You wouldn't even rat out at them or cry in the corner for their bullying acts. One of the 'they', included the handsome popular, Jeon Jungkook. He was the guy who was good at all sports, studies average, had a line of girls queuing for him, had his usual awesome circle of friends and he was flooded with money, being the youngest heir of the JEON Entertainment.
Life seemed to be going pretty well for him.
He was nice, to those that benefited him, to his friends, to pretty girls and so on. He exceptionally loved to pick on you, you don't know why, but he just does, even though you're a little unreactive to his attacks. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that your family was of no merit status, you enrolled into this elite high school purely from results of distinction and flying colours—making you an easy target. It was like you were his favourite victim. How you beared with all of his petty actions made you almost seem like a masochist. And it all started from the day you accidentally tripped him, (or more like he did not watch where he was going) he ended up falling to the ground with his lunch smashed on his face and the whole school witnessed the tragic event, trying their best to not burst out laughing at the embarassing moment for the notorious and powerful student. As a person of high popularity, it obviously tarnished his reputation ever since he started his annoying insults and bullying even though you had apologised profusely.
"Y/N, watch out!" You would turn to the direction of the sound, only to feel sharp pain at your cheeks, a rubber band shot right at you. And you hear Jungkook and other students laughing.
You would wince a little, as your skin starts to sting hard and Jungkook's laughter falls slightly as he realised you were hurting. He only bullied you to how much you can take, and he's never crossed the line. But the line is subjective.
Jungkook would fiddle with your hair with his pencil from behind in geography class, copy your homework and at times he would snatch the cup of berry yoghurt drink you would bring everyday to school for your lunch and drink it all at one go, leaving only a soft thanks.
Many instances like this.
But you did not mind, you paid no attention to his mischievous acts to not let him get what he wanted, which was what all bullies wanted—their victims to be affected by them.
You gradually became someone Jungkook frequently vented his frustrations on. Seeing how submissive and forgiving you were to what he did to you, made his blood boil at times.
"Hey, finish this essay for me." Jungkook would slam the incomplete homework onto your table and place his hands in his pockets. He searches your face for any displease but your visage of kindness never falters. You only agree without hesitation. "Okay."
The word flicked a switch in his nerves. You were like a robot, turning blind to his existence and simply following his orders. Your willingness to comply to every single thing he says is ticking him off, irritating him at its maximum.
"Okay? Is that the only word you fucking know?!" The bomb in him finally explodes and he slaps the back of your head. "Answer me." Jungkook tugs at your ponytail and demands an immediate answer.
"No, but what do you want?" It was like, you finally spoken up. And it elicited a smirk from his cunning face.
"What do I want?" He cocks a brow playfully." I want-"
"Whatever my reply is, you'll hit me, anyways." You cut him off and look down, far too tired to deal with his bullshit. You found no point in rebutting to his words or actions, the outcome would still be similar in a way or two. You were already prepared for a slap to arrive on your exceptionally daring cheeks. Or maybe even a punch in the face.
Jungkook tongued his cheeks at your witty reply, and for not letting him finish. He feels a scorching wrath swirling in the pit of his stomach and sends you a look that could burn a hole right through walls, "I'd suggest you leave before your stupid face catches my fist." To which you stood up and made your way out of the classroom, away from Jungkook. You could sense when he was really mad, and you would know best when to leave him alone.
Jungkook sweeps the stationaries and papers off your desk in rage and they fall, clamouring to the floor. He just couldn't understand how you'd always seemed to have the upper hand even though he was the one clearly possessing the dominance between the both of you. He had no form of control over anything in his life—his money didn't come from his bank, his grades were a total flop, his every movement was restricted and watched over by his parents and the media— his life was just so out of place. And meanwhile you? You had just escalated his need of having you squirming under the very tips of his fingers. Jungkook didn't know why he was feeling this way—it was sickening.
Why were you so obedient to his ridiculous commands? It didn't seem like you were afraid of him at all, either. You were really a one of a kind in his life—he had never met anyone like you at all.
When he interacted with you, he could truly be himself without holding back or resisting the urge to yell threats or throw violent fits. It was perhaps because of the fact that these behaviours were not condoned at home or in the eagle eye of the public, he unleashes the true nature in him onto you—someone that he didn't need to impress—and in an exceptionally ruthless way.