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2:16 pm.

As everyone is entering the class, I drop myself on my seat and already hate this period of the day. French class, with Miss Kim, and added to that the bratty girl, y/n.

Speaking of which, she keeps her hood on, her bag hung on her like it would be on a child. She comes up to me in a sluggish manner, shambling to her chair that is right next to mine, to my biggest unfortunate.

"All right, everyone. A test is waiting for you at the end of this lesson, so listen carefully," this old woman ruins my mood twice more. This can't be real.

I sigh but see, from the corner of my eyes, y/n playing with her Pikachu. She removed her hood and her space buns are now in full sight, and she's chewing on her gum again. Does she ever give a break to her jaw?

"What do you want?" she catches me staring, turning her head to glance at me. "Am I that pretty?" she smiles, but I scoff at her face. "Hell no."

"You're just jealous because that face reflects wealth," she already starts with the boastful talk. I bite my inner cheek to oblige myself to ignore this girl, but she constantly squeezes her Pikachu in her hands, focusing on it more than the lesson.

She lowers her head to the desk and puts him down, she gazes at him and toys with his ears. Something is going on in her head, the opposite cannot be possible, she must have a screw loose for sure. And now she's talking to herself, who the hell did I get landed with?

I look away since I don't want anyone to believe I like staring at her and what she's doing.

50 minutes later...

"Hey," she taps her pencil onto my hand as the teacher just left. I sigh in an obvious manner to tell her she's annoying, but I still lay my eyes on her. "What the hell do you want?"

Her feet rise from the floor, and she puts her legs over my lap. "Do you have some candies? I'm having hypoglycemia right now...my head is aching," she rests her head on her hand, gazing at me and keeping her Pikachu next to her elbow. "You ate a lollipop not long ago, how can you feel the need to have some more sugar?"

"I need to eat sugar to feel all right...sugar makes me happy," she speaks but fidgets her legs over my lap, almost looking at me with a pout. "Ask that to someone else, and you won't like my candies because they're cheap."

"Do you think I eat expensive candies?" she chuckles, but I don't. "Yeah. Everything you have is expensive."

"Well, you're right. I don't want your cheap candies," she dares to now act arrogant, not removing her legs from me, she grabs hold of her bag and puts it on her thighs to look for something inside of it.

She takes a banana out of it and drops her bag back where it was. This girl has a fridge in her bag, she already took a few candies out of it, she ate an apple and orange at lunch break, but also a yogurt, and now she eats a banana. No wonder she's always agitated, she consumes sugar twenty-four hours a day.

She pulls the peel down without caring about what the boys might think, and she shoves the length in her mouth before taking her phone out.

She sucks on it, eating it in a suggestive manner. "Can you eat this more properly, please?" I stare at her but hate myself for the things I'm feeling at this sight of her. My hormones always take the upper hand on everything. Her eyes do not leave mine, and she slides it between her red and glossy lips to pull it out. "Since when is there a way to eat a banana properly?"

"Don't suck it like it's a dick...girl..." I deviate my gaze from her, waiting for the teacher to come. "Can you not be disgusting...? I eat a banana like it's a banana. All right?"

A chortle slips out of my mouth, and I put my eyes back on her. "But we, guys, do not see it that way, we believe you're arousing us," I state the truth that the girl right next to me might pretend to not know. "I'm sorry that you, guys, are dumbasses made of nothing but sexual needs. If you don't like it, just look away. I'm not gonna change the way I live because of you."

This comeback slightly takes me aback and makes it hard for me to reply. I admit, she's maybe right, but still. She shouldn't eat a banana in such a sexual way, the guys in here—

"Can you deep throat it for me, baby girl?" one of the boys lets it out in a cocky way. I dart my eyes in his direction but see him stare at y/n while biting his lips. Now all the attention is over her. She ignores him and just eats without caring. "Why aren't you answering?" he pursues, resting his arm on the back of his chair to keep his eyes fixed on her. "I can give you something else for you to suck if you—"

"Leave her alone," Haneul, y/n's guy, reacts instantly to this. The one who bothered her turns towards him but smirks. "Why would I? She likes to suck it in front of us...she knows what she's do—"

"You shut the fuck up," he cuts him off but shows some serious wrath at the sound of those words. He's her boyfriend, I'm sure of it. "You get your fucking eyes of bitch on someone else and leave her alone. Don't make me stand up, or I beat the shit out of you."

Damn. "Excuse me?" he rises from his chair and throws it into the desk to stomp towards Haneul. "Can you repeat that for me?" he stands next to him, but this boy doesn't put an end to it before this could go downhill, he moves up from his chair and faces him from very close to confront this perverted guy. "Did I stutter? Or you're way too dense to understand it?"

I feel the fight coming, and I'm ready for it.

"I talk to her the way I want to, got it?" he stares deep into Haneul's eyes as I can sense all the tension from here. "Talk to her like that just once more, and I deck you. I'm warning you."

"Haneul..." y/n removes her legs from mine, the tone of her voice sounding frail and weak. I look at her with some astonishment, but she leaves her seat and heads towards him. "Don't fight please..." she grips his arm and gazes up into his eyes but becomes another person. At this soft voice, he lowers his look to her but glares at the guy, then he steps away and touches y/n's back.

The teacher enters the room and interrupts everything, so he speaks in an undertone to her and gets her to come back next to me while the other guy chuckled and retrieved his seat as well.

"What is happening here?" the English teacher focuses on his pet, giving y/n all his attention and showing some worry. "Nothing, Mister Park," Haneul answers, but this man keeps his eyes on her for some minutes. Probably to not let the obviousness spread even more, he glances down at his desk. "Let's start this last class of the day."

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4:05 pm.

"Jungkook," Taeyeong runs towards me as we're all ready to get to the bus stop together. "Damn...I can't wait to be in my bed..." he exhales sharply but turns around to wait for Hajoon.

However, two other people come within sight. Y/n,  who's hiding in her hoodie, with Haneul by her side, who's holding her hand. I watch them pass by, noticing y/n eating the banana she couldn't finish earlier. He speaks to her while smiling, but once she gazes up at him, her eyes meet mine, furtively, so I quickly glance away.

"Let's go!" Hajoon leads the way with eagerness, being gleeful now that we're going home. We follow the path that y/n and Haneul are taking, but only after short seconds, we turn at a corner, and they stop in front of a Bentley. They both enter the car while we're heading to the bus stop, the vehicle that poor people like me take. Well...I shouldn't complain since I still have a vehicle and not only my feet to drag me home, but I'm still mad.

"Dude...a Bentley..." Hajoon checks the car out as we all did, but I pretend not to care and just look in front of me. "Her boyfriend must be very happy..."

"He'll never cheat on her for sure, imagine all the things he'd lose," Taeyeong chuckles, walking forth with us but still peeking at the car as it is about to start. I bite on my inner cheek, but once the sound of the motor resounds, I take a look in the direction of the car and see it driving away.

"I wish I was in it," the guys next to me dream like kids. I don't say anything about this but just move towards the ugly stop that doesn't even have a seat.

— Next day —

Tuesday, November 10, 2020.

8 am.

"I don't wanna work..." I stay on the bench, complaining with my head bent back to cry my eyes out. I'm tired, the beginning of the week is always as horrible as hell is, and today, in particular, is the worst, I have gym class, and we can't even do what we want so we have to play soccer which is something I hate.

"Stop whining, little boy," Hajoon tells me to shut it, when he does this every day. "I can't...I hate this day so much I need to—"

"Hey," a weight lands on my lap violently and causes a groan to leave my mouth. "Hey, how are you?" Hajoon smiles at the witch who crushed my balls. I clench my jaw and swear internally to control myself, the pain is killing me so much I can barely breathe. I bite my lips and do not let anyone know about it.

"I'm fine, what about you?" the wet sound coming from her catch my attention. I land my eyes on her but see a lollipop in her mouth. "I'm tired as hell but I'm good."

"Same," Taeyeong answers her as well, but I straighten my back and grab her by the hips to slide her away from my crotch. "I swear I'm gonna wear pants with studs and pikes everywhere to make sure you don't put your ass on me," I snarl and cross my arms over my chest to not touch her. "Stop being mean to her!" my supposed best friend hits me in the arm.

"Yeah...you're mean," she adds and sucks on her lollipop. A smirk curves the corner of her lips up, and I don't hold back from slapping her thigh. "You're the one getting on my nerves."

"I don't do anything," she leans forth and rests her head onto my shoulder to let her body press its weight down onto me. I nibble in my inner cheek, feeling her annoying pigtails tickling my skin. I peek down at her thighs, uncontrollably, loving them no matter how much I hate this girl. She curls up onto me while chatting with my best friends but constantly moves onto me, not understanding my body is struggling with all the frictions.

"Stop moving so much..." my heavy exhalation runs out, but she raises her head up from my shoulder and puts it right in front of my face to talk to the two other boys, who always like her presence. However, this whole thing is annoying me, and I need to speak out. "Why the hell do you always use me as a couch?"

Her eyes look into mine from very close, her soft makeup sharpening every trait of hers. I lick my lips and glances down at her lips as she pushed her lollipop in her cheek. "You're warm, and that's comfortable."

"Oh, and just because of that you do it?" I give her a blank look. "There are plenty of other guys for you to use their lap, so go and find another sofa."

"But your thighs and body are different," she doesn't leave me alone but always finds a way to explain herself. "And I don't know any other guy."

"Ah yeah? And what about your boyfriend?" I spit the facts. "He's not my boyfriend," she spits back at me. "How? You hold his hand all the time, and whenever something happens, he's ready to beat someone up."

"That's called being a best friend," she stares into my eyes with confidence, not doubting or fearing any eye contact. "Uh. I don't hold my best friends' hands."

"Well, I'm not like you," she sets her eyes back on the boys next to me, moving her lollipop in her mouth with her tongue only. I don't continue this argument since I know I won't win.

I smile at the thought of something and slide my hands in my pockets, brushing past her butt heavily. I remain still for some long seconds, listening to their discussion. Once she giggles right before my face, I spread my legs in a quick manner and see her body sink right in-between, but feel her hand crashing onto my member in a nervous way.

"Ya!" I grab her wrist and toss it away while she's getting back in a proper position. "Are you serious?!" she punches my chest. "I almost choked on my lollipop because you scared me!"

"What a shame you didn't," I snap back, but she approaches her face from mine. "Just because of that I'm gonna stay on that lap till the bell rings," she moves her hips onto my lap to provoke me but since she wants to play to that, I grab her thighs and arms to push her on the floor and get rid of the brat she is. "There, get the hell—" my sentence ends in a groan of frustration as she just jumped back on me and is now clinging onto me with her arms.

"I fucking hate you," I grumble but don't move. It's worthless, and I'm too tired to fight. "And you're so damn heavy..." I lie, only in order to maybe enrage her, and her eyes dart into my direction to face each other with not even an inch of separation. "Say that again, and I sit on your face."

My tongue passes over my lips, and I cannot restrain the smirk curving them up. I gaze down at hers to break the eye contact, thinking about something else concerning this sentence.

"I think she wants something from you, Jungkook," Taeyeong understands the same about what she said, but this fake innocent girl gives her attention to the two boys. "I heard from his exes that he's really good at this."

"At what?" she pretends not to know, making us all chuckle. "Well...you know...if you sit down on his face and all..." Taeyeong does his best to explain her without using any explicit words, but given the face she has, she doesn't get it. "You don't understand?"

"If I sit on his face, then what? What is he good at?" she asks him, making me feel on the verge of cackling. This is not possible to be so innocent at her age, she must be playing with us.

I turn my head to look at Taeyeong who must not believe this but see Hajoon laugh like a dumbass between us. "Girl...go on google and then come back to us. You're too innocent."

"Tell me!" she kicks him in the calf, causing him to groan and rub the spot she hit. "Ya! I told you to search it on google if you don't know what a guy can do to you when you sit on his face!"

"Hajoon..." she aims him and uses him as a prey for an answer. "Promise you won't be disgusted," he doesn't reject her, this girl still clinging onto me and squeezing me. "I promise. It's you, so I don't mind, I won't be mad."

"All right, since you seem clueless about that stuff...let's say...uhm..." this boy struggles to let it out. "You know, when a boy—"

"If you sit on a guy's face, he can eat you out," I say, straightforwardly, tired of their weakness in front of this girl. "And if you don't know what 'eat out' means, it's when he licks or flicks his tongue on your clit or inside and all your pussy."

"Bro..." Hajoon quietly chuckles, certainly surprised by the way I explained everything. I smirk at her, not feeling any shame about this topic. "Aren't you happy now, the pure, little girl?"

She stares at me with her lips parted, probably shocked by those words she must never have heard in her life. "Well...now you got the answer..." Hajoon mumbles in an uncomfortable way, but I don't take my eyes off of her.

"You..." she grimaces and leaves my lap. "You're disgusting!" she grabs her bag to punch me with it like an insane girl, but I scoff at her. "You say that because you don't know what it feels like!"

"I don't ever want to!" she flees away, cutely, her skirt bouncing with her thighs at each step she's making with anger. I keep on chuckling while seeing her and feel proud of myself for getting rid of her, even if I now feel cold.

"This girl..." a sigh goes out of me, and I stretch my body to release the tension she caused. "I think you went a bit too far with your words," Taeyeong doesn't keep quiet about, but I shrug. "I don't care. She wanted to know, now she knows."