i feel so cruel when I write angst imagines omg ㅠㅠ wahahaㅋㅋㅋ this isn't an angst anymore i promise ㅋㅋ

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"Oh shi-", you turned around when you heard a loud thud.

Jungkook was on the floor, probably because he tripped.

"I just fell for you~", he bunny-smiled and you rolled your eyes at him.

You heard some cheers from some of your classmates who were around, teasing both of you. But it felt like you were the only one being teased.

You turned back around and continued to walk towards your locker. You couldn't help but secretly smile. It's unbelievable though. All he ever does to you is bully you. Sometimes, asking for notes. That's all he says whenever he talked to you.

You put a few things inside your locker and then closed it, only to turn around seeing his face close to yours again. He slammed his hands on the locker, locking both your sides for escape.

A faint sight escaped your lips. "This is so cliche. Stop it," you tried to escape but he stopped you by pushing your shoulders back.

"Then.. if I do this, it wouldn't be cliche...", he slowly intertwined your hand with his, leaving your other arm hanging down your side.

It sent butterflies to your stomach, also making your knees weak. It's sweeter than hard kisses. It feels like respect.

"I won't do a cliche right now, babe," you cringed at the nickname when he quickly turned around and walked away.

"Playboy!", you yelled, causing him to stop his pace.

He turned around slowly, only to find you nowhere. You already went through the gate.

He smirked and let out an airy laugh.
"For your information, you're the only one I loved."

He had always had his eyes on you. Eversince high-school, you were all he looked for. He was never confident enough until now. Among a crowd of girls that liked him, he never laid his eyes on any of them.

-

You constantly tapped your pen on your armchair's table, waiting for class to start. You crossed your arms on your table and laid your head on it, closing your eyes while you waited.

"Good morning, babe", a familiar voice whispered.

You groaned and shot your head up, only to see him crouching infront of your chair.

"Morning, b-..", you decided to tease him, as he replied with hopeful eyes, "-bunny", you bursted into laughter after you saw him glare at you, blushing in embarrassment.

"Aish you-"

"Good morning class," your professor loudly spoke.

He went back to his seat which was behind you.

The boring Science class went on.

"Can someone give me a part of the heart?", the professor asked and a few students raised their hands.

"Woochan?", he pointed at him.

"Aorta," he said and the professor nodded with thumbs up.

"Jungkook?", you were surprised when he pointed behind you. He doesn't often raise his hand to answer.

"Heart?", he said before pointing at you. "She has my heart."

The class started to cheer as you just glared at Jungkook, eyes telling him that he was embarrassing.

"Aigoo jinjja– kids these days!", the professor face-palmed.

He only smirked at you before sitting back down.

You couldn't focus for the rest of the class. You couldn't think of anything but liking someone. You don't know who in particular but you knew you had feelings whenever you couldn't focus.

-

The day went on really fast, you were finally dismissed. Weekend is finally starting.

Just like any other day, you went to your locker putting a few things inside.

You turned around cautiously, and fortunately, no more Jungkook.

You sighed in relief. Relief, really?

You made your way to the gate, stopping when someone grabbed your hand and covered your eyes, dragging you somewhere. He took it off and you were inside a dim room. It's one of those abandoned rooms, where only broken chairs and tables were inside. Some bookshelves as well, filled with old books. Indeed, the school was full of mysteries.

Therr were vandalized parts of the wall, one of them wrote "lie to me and tell me you love me."

There were flickering red led lights on the corner of the room, slightly illuminating the room.

You looked around and left him standing at the doorway. You almost stepped on a piece of canvas. You looked down, only to see a very familiar face.

It's you.

"Jungkook..?", you turned around and found him staring at you with an expressionless face.

You took the canvas and brushed off the dust, clarifying it was you. You smiled and placed it back down.

"You never told me you could paint," you walked towards him as his eyes locked with each other.

You grabbed his hand and walked further into the room, finding a few more vandals.

"i want your attention, i want you"

You wondered if he was the one who did those.

He slowly spun you around as you let yourself get lost in his eyes.

"I really like you. They may call me a playboy but I had never liked someone as much as you," he sounded so sincere. Anyone would believe him.

"Hmm, I don't like cliches so..", you strongly pushed him against the wall.

"Surely, this isn't cliche when a girl initiates." He was just so— you couldn't even put how you feel about him into words. Maybe through actions. You gently pressed your lips against his, hands still on his shoulders for balance while tip-toeing.

You've always had a fear of rejection, but when he kissed you back, all the doubts were erased.

You pulled away, gasping. You stepped one step away from him, eyes emotionless.

He was smiling from ear to ear as he covered his face, blushing.

You kicked his leg,"aah! 왜이렇게 귀엽니!"
[means why are you so cute idk how to romanize it lmao]

He giggled shyly. How can someone be so cute? You've never seen someone like this. It's like he's unintentionally doing aegyo.

"So... what are we?", he wrapped his arms around your waist as you do the same but around his upper torso.

"I don't know..?", you shrugged with your shoulders.

"Is th-there an us n-now? Are we ..official?", his eyes wandered around everywhere except your eyes.

"S-sure.. I mean.. why not?", you smiled.

He looked at you and pecked your cheek. You never knew he could be so shy through that playboy image of his.

"By the way, you're my first," he winked and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He's finally back to his original self. Now you're being cliche.

"But not your first kiss," you pushed him away and rolled your eyes.

"Hey, you are my first kiss! I'm not.. really a playboy.. it's just many girls like me.. I don't go around and kiss random people," he laughed, pulling you back to him.

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