50 minutes later...

I step out of the classroom with Taeyeong, this lesson now over, we both walk up to our last one with some happiness since it means the end is close. "Have you understood the shit he said?" my best friend lets out, getting me to chuckle and shake my head. "Hell no, the only thing I saw was how thirsty he is for a minor. He hasn't stopped looking at y/n and asking for her to get to the whiteboard...something is wrong."

"I saw that, bro! I thought I was the only one," he slaps my arm, reacting like a maniac. "I feel like what the people say about her is fucking false. She was uncomfortable each time he was close to her or mentioning her name. I'm pretty sure she hates him."

"Hm, maybe," I don't give my opinion since I have no idea what goes on between them, however, I put forth what happened earlier. "And you, little shit," I punch his arm and glare at him. "Since when do you smile all softly at her? Are you fucking hiding something?"

"What?" he acts dumb and scoffs. "No! We're just friends, and I swear, I smiled because she did it. I couldn't help it," he tries to give me his bullshit that sounds made up as ever.

As I was still looking daggers at him, a person bumps into me. "Do you know where y/n is?" Haneul asks me, sounding and seeming worried. "No...why? What's wrong?"

He sighs without answering me and runs in the direction of the classroom we left some minutes ago. "What the hell is wrong?" Taeyeong and I keep our eyes on the man, but he disappears behind the walls after hurrying. I shrug. "I don't know," I enter the room without caring much about this, we both get separated, and I head to my desk.

Is something serious happening with y/n though?

•••

6:10 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I let the chair swing back and forth while looking up at the sky, lying down, feeling lonely but full of worry. I stick one hand out of the chair while being rocked, and I touch the grass under my fingers, smiling at the sight of a little bird staying with their babies on the wall before me.

"My little princess," my father's voice turns my head to the right to make me catch sight of him. I smile at him, and he comes closer. "What are you doing here? I was looking for you," he stops the movement of my chair with his hand and sits down next to my legs. "Are you okay?" he brushes the back of his hand over my cheek, and I nod. "Yes...I just wanted to take a break before eating."

He softly responds with a curve of his lips. "Mom isn't mad at you, all right?" he understands why I'm alone in here, always figuring out whenever something isn't right. "She just had a bad day, she didn't mean what she said to you."

"Hm," I don't give a clear answer that could make him know I'm not fine with this excuse. "All right?" he kindly tries to reassure me, so I nod and smile at him. "All right..."

"How was your day at school? You haven't told me yet," he asks, having no idea how tired I am of going there. "I prefer homeschooling...my professors are better..."

"What do you mean? Are they mean at school?" he worries instantly, being protective of me. "Hm..." I give a positive answer with a movement of my head. "Especially one..."

"Who?" he wants to know. I glance away out of doubt, looking for the birds that I saw some minutes ago. I change my mind and straighten up, I climb onto his lap and put my arms around his body to hug him. "I'm joking. I just love my private professor more because he's sweet."

"Are you sure?" he holds me tight, leaning back on the chair. "Yes, Mister Jung is way better," I smile without pulling away but look at him. "But if you only keep Mister Jung for school, you won't be able to make friends and socialize, honey."

"I know," I pout but lean forth to rest my head on his shoulder. I slide my arms around his waist and close my eyes, feeling him swing us with the chair. "If someone annoys you at school, or that the teachers are too mean and rude, tell me about it, and we will put you in a private school. Okay?"

"Yes," I reply, loving how precious I feel whenever I'm in his arms. I never felt so loved before, I never got to know what this type of thing is, but that feels good, more than anything on this earth. "Papa..." I speak out, breaking the soothing silence that was remaining. "Yes, princess?"

I smile but tighten my hold around him. "I love you," I tell those words I cannot get enough of, loving the sound of them, their meaning, and how much they can affect a person. "I love you too, honey," he presses a kiss on my forehead and rubs my back, the swinging of the chair almost making me feel sleepy.

I wish this had happened earlier, not only after all those years.

— Next day —

Wednesday, November 11, 2020.

8 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"I can't stop thinking about it, bro!" Hajoon claps his hands while laughing, getting Taeyeong to punch him in the arm because of what I started. "Shut up already! It was an accident!"

"But everyone saw your dick," I cackle without stopping, roasting him and not having any mercy on him since it's his fault and that he tried to act all mighty and smart with me. "You are an asshole, all right?" he snarls, but something warm and heavy lands on my lap.

"Good morning," the annoying girl occupies my thighs, a sigh escaping me. The two guys next to me greet her with a big smile, and she turns towards me. "Good morning," she repeats herself to get an answer from me, eating her banana. "Jungoo," a new nickname now arises. I glance away, not caring about her.

She presses her soft lips on my cheek. "Hey, I said good morning," she insists, getting me to huff and glare at her. "Good morning! Are you happy?!"

"Yes," she smirks and bites into her banana to look at my best friends. I bend my head back and hope for this to not last long, even if she warms me up in the morning. I slide my hands in my pockets but give a thrust to annoy her. She doesn't react but lands her hand on my thigh to change of position but rub her butt on my crotch heavily.

"I swear—" I bite my lips and grab her thigh uncontrollably, "If you wanna stay on my lap, don't move like that."

She gazes at me and pulls her banana out. "You're the one who moved, I just gripped onto you to not fall."

I glance away since this is true, but she smiles and rests her head on my chest. "Warm me up...be useful for once."

"Go to hell," I mutter. She really acts like a little brat just to bother me because she could sit on Taeyeong, or Hajoon, but no, she has to get on my lap. The only reason why I don't push her away is that it feels good, for the warmth I get from it, nothing else.

"You'd make a cute couple," one of my stupid best friends tells bullshit, coming back to ship us again. "Ew," she reacts the same way as I did. "Shut up already! I'm gonna puke!" I throw my fist in the side of his thigh, making him groan and cover it with his hand. "Dammit..." he cries.

"This guy is not dateable," she points her finger at my chest while looking at them. "He's annoying, rude, and always in a bad mood."

"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrows, getting her to bend her head back to gaze up at me. "You're worse than annoying."

"I'm not annoying," she stands for herself and straightens her back. "You are," she touches my lips with her banana that she sucked, making me react instinctively by moving my head back. I change my mind and push my head forth to shove the whole length in my mouth and eat what's hers. "Ya!" she gasps and looks at the rest while I'm trying not to choke.

"He's used to taking it deep like that," Taeyeong scoffs right next to me like an asshole, dragging y/n into this and making her laugh. "Oh now you understand?! Uh?!" I speak with my mouth full, but she smiles and eats the rest of her fruit.

"Y/n!" someone yells her name, her head whirling around to check who it is. As soon as she sees Haneul gesture her to get closer, she grabs her bag and runs away from me, and as soon as she's at his level, he takes her hand in his and walks away.

"Damn...why does he always get her away from us like that...?" Hajoon complains when I do not care about it, I just don't like the coldness she leaves on my body whenever she goes away.

•••

9:20 am.

The teacher going out of the classroom to leave the place to the other one, I lean back on my chair and stretch my long legs that don't have enough space here.

A humming noise coming from the girl next to me grasps my attention, but I keep my eyes on my phone and let her sing with closed lips. Since it's soft and not irritating, I don't say anything but answer the texts I received.

"Jungoo," she suddenly lets out and leans towards me. "Don't call me that," I sigh. "Jungoo," she repeats it. I raise my eyes up, with exhaustion and lock my phone to put it back in my pocket. "Jungoo," she bends over my lap and nudges her way to end on my right thigh, with her face within sight. She smiles at me and lays her hands down on my thigh, touching the area that is the closest to my crotch. "You failed your test, didn't you?"

"Yes, are you happy about it?" I tell the truth since I have to face my flaws, but she giggles for no reason and nods. "You're a little piece of shit because I saw you peek at my answers."

Crap. I thought she didn't notice. "That's not true. Who would copy off a stupid girl?" I don't keep my rudeness to myself since she just called me a little shit, but she smirks. "My marks are better than yours."

"You have the proof?" I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms, staring into her eyes but feeling a bit impressed by their pigmentation. She shakes her head up and down but leans over. "My tests. Look at my marks and then look at yours. Mister."

I bite my inner lip. "Last time I saw your result in English, they were pitiful."

"English is an exception," she moves a bit back, but her hands give a little slap to my cheeks. "And I have A's when I work with my private teacher. I just hate Mister Park."

"Oh, not only you have a personal driver, but you also have a private teacher," I let some bitterness run out of me, but she gives a squeeze to my thigh. "Stop being jealous, Jungoo."

"Get off of my thigh, or I bounce my leg," I threaten to do, even though she might not even take it like that since she's innocent when she wants to. "I don't care, that's fun."

"Fun...?" I chuckle, glancing away but understanding she hasn't gotten it. I slide my fingers in my pockets but does as told, I bounce the leg on which she is. Both of her hands grip onto my thigh once she feels the movement, but I smirk. "I won't stop till you tell me I'm better than you."

She giggles but shrugs, showing some enjoyment that was not expected. "Don't stop, I'm fine with it," she stares into my eyes, and I move my leg to the right to add more frictions, but she doesn't care at all. Once she looks down at her phone, my eyes land onto her breasts, my hormones controlling me, I get a load of them bouncing under her tight, pink clothing, feeling her panties, her core against my thigh but being overly affected by those different stimulations.

This might be a turn on to imagine her with no clothes on, naked, riding my thigh and orgasming like a virgin, needy girl.

A little slap in my face gets me to snap out of my thoughts, dart my eyes up at her, and cover this hot spot. "You—"

"Keep your eyes away, pervert," she snarls but turns around at the sound of the teacher coming in. She moves away from me and lands on her seat, leaving me dumbfounded.

•••

10 am.

Seeing y/n walk away with her bag against her chest, I hurry to shove my stuff in my bag and run towards her to grab one of her braids. I bump into her and pull on her hair to look down into her eyes while she's grumbling. "It hurts!"

"Do not ever slap me again," I stare down into her eyes, not letting go. "All right?" I raise my eyebrows, but she punches me in the stomach. "Don't look at my breasts then!" she speaks aloud for everyone to hear her, but since she's acting like a little brat, I step froth and bend my knees to encircle her thighs with my arms and lift her up the floor. "Now, you're gonna regret it," I get her out of here, but Taeyeong and Hajoon laugh once they see us. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Jungkook! Put me down!" she hits my back as I'm drifting us away, but I get halted in my way, feeling her grip something. I keep my hold onto her but turn around, catching sight of this little girl, who's grabbing a bar and trying to be free. "What do you think you're doing?" I get to her hands that are firmly holding onto what could save her, but she hangs onto this. "Stop that!"

"I'm not letting go!" she uses all her strength to keep a grip on it, so I grab her by the hips and apply a lot of pressure on them to make her go backwards and attempt to get her to let go. "Taeyeong, remove her hands from there."

"I'm not siding with anyone on this," he lifts his hands up and acts innocent and kind. "Hajoon," I ask for his help, keeping my hands on her hips as her legs are hanging in the air. He shakes his head like an asshole, not helping his supposed best friend. "All right then," I step back and cross my arms in front of her, convinced that she will not last long in this position.

"Ugh—" she moans in pain, lowering herself as her force is fading away. I stay here and wait, enjoying this with mischief. She throws her head back, looking ridiculous in front of us. "Why are we doing this—"

"Shut up," I cut Hajoon off, waiting for her to land on the floor then be able to catch her. "Jeon Jungkook," the sound of a male voice coming from my right grasps my attention.