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"Put down the knife!"
"No!"
"Down!"
"No! I'm gonna kill him!"
"Please don't, Jungkook save me."
"Cal, put the knife down!"
"NO! He messed up my assignment! I worked weeks on it!"
"We can figure something out just don't hurt Maven."
"I won't. I'm gonna f**king kill him!"
"Sweet Potatoes!"
"What?"
Suddenly Jungkook grabs the knife out of my hand, his plan to distract me working. He then turns and hugs me from behind in an attempt to keep me contained.
"Dude!" I struggle out of his grip. "Let me go!"
"Only if you promise not to kill Maven," Jungkook says as he hold me tighter.
My gaze lands on Maven, slightly hidden and unable to be seen, hiding behind the rest of BTS. All of them seem to be amused by Maven's fear of me. Even Suga who usually seems like he wants to sleep, which he usually does.
I only comply because I want him to stop holding me as it is making me feel, butterflies. "Fine," I huff.
He lets me go and I restrain from punching Maven. Instead I just take a look at the wet and mushy stack of papers that I am supposed to hand in tomorrow for school. I was really proud of the 10 page essay I wrote on human rights and I really wanted to show BTS. Of course, if they were at my place then Maven would be too and he ruined my essay when the idiot tripped over air and spilled his glass of water all over the papers. It's may not seem that bad, I could just re-print the papayers but here's the problem.
I wrote all of it out.
I can't hand in a floppy piece of paper.
Instead of murdering Maven I just sigh and bang my head on the wall next to me.
"I'm done for," I say.
"Come on, its not that bad," Maven says, no longer cowering behind BTS.
"Dont speak or else I might not be able to stop myself from hitting you." I lift my head and look at him.
Maven simply nods his head and ducks behind RM.
"What am I going to do?" I shake my head,
"Hey," Jungkooks face pops up in front of me. "I'll help you."
I smile. "No it's fine."
He frowns. "No, I insist."
"No."
"Are you really going to write 100 pages in one day?"
"10. 10 pages. And yes."
"No, I will help."
"No you shall not."
*
"Thanks you for helping but you can stop now." I tell Jungkook.
I have il with trying to stop him from helping me about a few hours ago. It took a while, arguing back and forth about it. Both of us a ignorant so that too a while but in the end Jungkook helped me. Right now we spent about 2 hours typing up the essay—I'm not making the mistake of writing it—and struggling to read my messy hand writing which only got harder to read with the water damage. We're almost done, just 2 more pages to go and so that is why I told Jungkook he can stop now. He's been sitting with me the whole time, trying to decipher what I wrote and reading it out loud to me.
"There's not my 2 pages left, let me help," he insists.
I simply sigh, not wanting to go through another 5 hours of arguing with him.
We finally finish it all.
"We should celebrate!" Jungkook stands up in triumph.
I just get up from the desk in my room and collapse on my bed. "Sorry little kookie but im too tired to do anything."
Jungkook stand at the side of my bed. "Did you just call me kookie?"
"Yes," I smile and then reach out to pinch his cheeks. "Because you a cute little bunny kookie."
Jungkook scoffs and pushes my hand away, sitting down next to me. "Cute? If anything I'm–"
"Don't say it Jungkook." I warn him.
Jungkook just chuckles. "Okay." He manages to ruffle my hair even when I am laying down.
"Dude! Stop!" I get up and pat down my hair.
Jungkook chuckles again and pulls me into a tight hug and my face is squished against his hard chest. "Make me."
"Jeon Jungkook let go of me," I say while trying to push him but it is of no use with the flimsy things I call my arms.
"Hmm, let me think...only if you say Jungkook is handsome and super hot." He says. I can't see his face but I can tell he is grinning from ear to ear.
"What?! No!" I say blushing furiously.
Damn me and my face.
I blush too easily.
"Your the one that called me cute," he says, his face right next to mine, out cheeks almost touching.
"No!"
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"Ha!"
"Wait what?" I say confused, still in his arms.
I can feel Jungkooks hard chest rumble as he laughs, sending shivers down my spin. "Ha! You said yes!"
I sigh. "I'm not saying it."
"Fine, I'll give you a kiss then," Jungkook says as I feel his hot breath on my cheek.
Like ninja reflexes, I immediately hop out of his arms and end up on the other side of the bed, almost falling off the edge. I have my arms outstretched in what a stereotypical ninja would do. "I told you not to mess with me. I got more skill that even Bruce Lee."
Jungkook, who looked dumbfounded a second ago, suddenly smiles, his open mouth for surprise turning into a full on grin until he is laughing like an idiot. He laughs his little bunny laugh, unable to control his laughter. It soon dies down and Jungkook falls back on the bed.
"Im glad we're friends, your hilarious," he says and looks at me.
I slowly go next to him and lay down too, both of us facing each other as we lay on my bed. "I got a funny face too, is hilarious," I say as I do one of those smile-but-not-really-a-smile-because-it-looks-like-I-am-at-the-dentist-smile.
Jungkook chuckles and just pushes a strand of hair out of my face. "I think your beautiful," he whispers.
My breath hitches and my heart stops beating.
What are you doing to me Jungkook?
There is a silence, not a awkward one, but s comfortable one. Jungkook doesn't seem to find the silence as his hand remains caressing my cheek, thumb brushing my skin as his warm hand rests on my cheek. His eyes bart all over me, like he is memorizing me, like he is trying to take in what he is seeing. Ye way he looks at me, eyes roaming my body, it's not in a uncomfortable or perverted way, it so lovingly. They way he looks at home as if I'm the most fragile and important thing in the world, as if it's his first time seeing me and he's surprised. I'd like to say he is surprised at my ugliness but just now he called be beautiful so I'm afraid I can't say that.
Jungkook...
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Why do you make me feel this way?
Chapter Eighteen of:
LOVE