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Chapter 9

"You can't stay in the friendzone," Jimin declared.

"No, definitely not. You are too whipped," Taehyung agreed.

Yes, he definitely was, he was pathetic. "But she isn't," Jungkook pointed out.

"But she can be!" Taehyung said lively.

"For me?" he pointed to himself incredulously. He didn't even understand why she wanted to be his friend to begin with, all that scene in English class was so confusing and he did really gave her the chance to run away but she stayed and it was so crazy.

"Shut your ass, we know you know you're nice as hell," Jimin glared at him, tired of his insecure act.

It wasn't an act, Jungkook really didn't believe he was enough. Yes, he was hot, he knew that, but that wasn't enough. She was very bright, even more when she was with someone like Bambam, Jungkook was sure they were long friends, and he wasn't... "So what? I may not be her type"

"Nobody really has a type," Jimin assured him, but he couldn't talk about it when he was the most wanted boy wherever he went. A little silky voice, lovely smile, tight pants, that thing he did with his hair and that's it, panties? Wet.

Jungkook couldn't do that.

"I wasn't Jennie's type," Taehyung shrugged, simply, as he was.

"You are different. You are... perfect," Taehyung was just THE standard, he was the guy who could break any ideal type anyone had. He was irretrievably beautiful, rich, a social butterfly, nice enough not to be stupid and above all, Taehyung had all the confidence in the world. He didn't really care about other people's opinions, he was himself.

"Why?"

"Because... you are" because he was like Mingyu, but a better person.

"Why do you think Lisa might not like you?" Taehyung tilted his head, he really didn't understand his dilemma.

"We're obviously very different," Jungkook shrugged.

"Maybe she likes different guys. Besides, she approached you, right? And she has been doing it all week."

"She is like that," fuck, Jungkook really didn't want to get excited about that, he had already done it and now he was in the friendzone, listening to sad songs and wanting to sing them.

"Why I haven't received any chocomilk, then? We both met her at the same time"

Shit!

Don't

Don't.

No no no.

Take it easy weak bitch! He told his heart.

"He has a point," Taehyung pointed out.

"No! He hasn't! She gave me the chocomilk because I gave her one first," Jungkook explained, bursting the pink dumb romantic bubble. He had to focus.

And what was the point of questioning it, anyway? She wanted to be his friend, now they were friends, Jungkook was already in the flow of lending her a pencil, receiving a chocomilk in return and seeing her laugh in all the following English classes without falling in love with her. Or trying to.

Jimin's phone began to buzz strongly in his jeans, Jungkook still didn't understand how on earth the device could get into those tight jeans... or how his balls did. "Hold on, it's mom" Jimin said as soon as he noticed and left the room quickly.

He and Taehyung were left alone, Jungkook sighed with his cheek resting on his fist as his feet spun the chair gently.

"You should try, Jungkookie" Taehyung spoke to him after a few seconds.