I groan softly as I wait in line so that I can buy lunch, massaging my hand and knuckles.
What the fuck are they feeding that kid? Because I have never hit someone who's stomach and jaw were that firm. I didn't even hit him all that hard, but I can already see where my knuckles are beginning to bruise. Stupid Jimin with his stupid face.
I finally get to the front of the line and type in my student ID number, grabbing a tray from the lunch lady standing behind the counter. I pull a face as I look down at the lunch I got, walking towards an empty table as I poke experimentally at the green substance sitting next to my sandwich. I better start having mom pack my lunches because this shit looks like it could be radioactive.
The bread on the sandwich is hard when I bite into it, but at least it doesn't taste that bad. I reach over and take a sip from my water bottle, placing it down with my eyebrows crinkled when the sound of chairs being pulled out fills my ears.
"Why the fuck do you keep bothering me?" I yell in exasperation, glaring at the seven boys that I haven't been able to piss off enough for them to leave me alone. I turn my glare onto Jimin who is sitting to my right, him raising his hands in mock surrender as I do so.
"You're interesting" one says with a shrug, his tattoo-covered hand reaching up to readjust his SnapBack.
I huff, "I guess you should tell me your names since it doesn't look like I'll be getting rid of you anytime soon."
"I'm Jin" the first one I met yesterday says with a tilt of his head, his nose ring catching the light and his bangs keeping his eyebrow piercing hidden.
I roll my eyes before moving on to the next person, already aware of what his name is. The guy with my hair color stares at me with a blank expression before muttering "Yoongi" under his breath, not once taking his eyes off me.
"My name is Hoseok" one of the quieter ones says suddenly. He had a serious look on his face before I turned to him, a dazzling smile replacing it as soon as we make eye contact. His tattoos are brilliant in color, just the top of them visible to me.
I turn to look at the crankiest one of the bunch, finding him already glaring at me. I can't help but smirk when he doesn't make any indication that he plans on telling me who he is, his temper reminding me of what mine was like before my dad left us a couple of years ago.
"His name is Jungkook" a deep voice says from beside the glowering boy, making me look over at the guy sitting next to him. I take in his bright hair and dark piercings, his hand still fiddling with his SnapBack. "And I'm Taehyung."
"Kim Namjoon" the strong guy from before says with a nod of his head, his dimple piercings catching the light. He then smiles at me and I watch as the piercings sink in a little bit, his real dimples appearing.
(A/N: I couldn't find pics where they look exactly how I describe/envision them to look like, so just pretend for now ^.^)
I turn to look at the guy sitting next to me and he smirks, drawing my eyes to the place where I hit him earlier. His septum piercing glistens in the light, his full lips adorned with a singular lip piercing. His eyes stare into mine as I look over his features, color contacts making them appear lighter.
"My name is Jimin, but you already knew that."
"How's the lip?" I ask with a smirk, reaching over and pressing down on the gash that's in it. He hisses and reaches up to grasp onto my wrist before I can do it again, his eyes narrowing.
"It fucking hurts" he spits out before his eyes lower to my own lips and linger there. "I wouldn't oppose to you kissing it better though."
This guy is fun to mess with I think to myself, his hand still wrapped around my wrist. I might as well have some fun while I'm here.
"Pucker up, buttercup" I hum out, standing from my seat and moving to his so that I am standing above him with one leg between his. His eyes are wide as I grab onto his cheeks and tilt his head up, leaning down so that I can press my lips onto his.
I kiss his bottom lip gently, careful not to injure him any more than I already have. I shiver as his piercing brushes against my mouth, loving the way the cold metal feels against my warm skin. He is much braver now that I have been kissing him for a while, his tongue finding it's way into my mouth and caressing my own. I admit that he is a hella good kisser, finding myself getting lost in his touch and his scent.
He groans as he plays with my tongue piercing, both of his hands coming down to grasp onto my ass as he forcefully pulls me closer to his firm body. His hair is soft as I thread my fingers through it, tugging slightly as well. As much as I like kissing him, I think it's about time to stop. I wouldn't want to get kicked out of this place for having sex in the middle of the cafeteria, and it looks like that just might happen if things don't slow down.
I release his mouth and pull away slowly, his breath fast as he pants against my lips. I can't help myself as I grab onto his lip piercing with my teeth, gently pulling at it before letting it go. His hands are still on my ass and I roll my eyes, reaching back to take them off and placing them back on his lap.
"She's got a tongue piercing" he says breathlessly, his face flushed and his hair messed up. The guy who introduced himself as Taehyung raises an eyebrow at me, a smirk of his own making an appearance as he looks me over.
"That's hot."
I smile and am about to reply when his face drops, his eyes looking somewhere behind me as a nervous expression appears on his face.
"Uh oh" Yoongi says in a song-song voice, looking over where Taehyung is now pointing. He and Jungkook smirk at me, obviously not as worried as Taehyung is right now. "It looks like Jimin's sister saw your little make out session."
"Is she coming over here?" Jin asks from the other side of me before turning around to look for himself, an audible gulp coming from his throat. "I actually kind of like you and don't want to see you beaten into a bloody pulp, so I would run if I were you."
"I can handle myself" I say lazily, picking up my forgotten sandwich and taking another bite. They seem to look at me as if I am crazy, it clear that Jimin's sister must be able to hold her own. They don't know me though. I will fight anyone that challenges me, and I'm not afraid of anyone either.
It doesn't matter how good someone thinks they are or how big they are, I'll swing at them as long as they did something to piss me off. I also don't care if I lose, but then again, that rarely ever happens.