The bell crickets are singing, marking the beginning of summer.

Meanwhile, my mind is drifting off in a complete, trance-like state. Alas, a newly appointed seat for me after the new semester was tucked away at a corner of the classroom- a gentle spot where the wind blows kindly against my cheek.

"Jeon Jungkook! You're first place." the replacement teacher exclaims, and it seems to garner a weak reaction. It was as if it was meant to be. Ughh...

At the present time, I'm distracted by the contents of my travel diary, ensuring my reflection of the Gwangju trip would score full marks-and also- higher than Jeon Jungdick. It didn't occur to me that my name wasn't called yet; and the tests were handed out by the order of rankings.

"Park Yeonjoo." the teacher calls one by one, and my name still hasn't left her lips. "Han Daehwi, Kim Seungmi..."

"Min Soojung." The teacher finally calls, and my eye catches glimpses of red marks on my answer sheet- an unfamiliar colour to me.

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<JUNGKOOK'S POV>

"W-what's wrong?..." I questioned after witnessing Soojung's figure crouched down on the floor in front of the bulletin board.

"Soojung...she.." Yoongi mutters blankly; as if he's witnessed the impossible. "She barely passed the test."

When I raised my head to glance at the list of top scorers, he was right- Soojung's name wasn't placed in the usual position of rank 2, and was instead replaced by the contender that usually scored a little below her; Park Yeonjoo. However, since the test was significantly hard, passing was already a feat and Soojung eventually claimed Fifth.

"Soojung," I caressed her head carefully, gently comforting her. "lift your head up, baby, please?"

Even with my constant prompting, her figure slumped down even lower down on the floor, with her eyes dead and unmoving. Soojung wasn't even responsive to my remarks on what pattern of panties she wore today. She remains stagnant and stiff- much like a withered bamboo shoot.

"Maybe you should stay over tonight and take care of her." Yoongi suggested, instantly gaining Soojung's attention. "While you're at it, you can study up."

"There's definitely no way I'm letting him into my room." Soojung protests, recalling the incident that happened on laundry day. "Who knows what he'll do."

And with that, I lean towards her left ear; whispering sensually. "Oh, I know what I'll do in your room." I said as she shivers slightly from my soft voice.

"...I'll do you hard like I do my equations."

But before I could enjoy her adorable reactions, a sharp pain on my toe causes my breath to hitch. When I shifted my focus down to my foot, Yoongi's shoe was firmly on mine.

"You little shit, my sister is cute but that doesn't mean you can touch her so carelessly." He warns. "She's single but not ready to mingle."

"Too bad hyung, but I'm clinging to Soojung like I am on the edge of the cliff- it's impossible to shake me off, y'know?" I declared as I wrapped my arms around her figure, snuggling her into my chest. "I'm claiming all of her, even her polkadot pant-

"Shut up, you ironman boxers" Soojung pulls up the rim of my underwear to reveal an embarrassing cartoon.

"I'll hang these up on the bulletin board with your name written in bold if you don't keep quiet."

And as I stared at her dark expression, my mouth shut itself almost instantly. It was so terrifying to hear, I even felt a painful tingle in my dick.

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〈SOOJUNG'S POV〉

"I thought I told you not to come?!" I growled at the sight of the figure at my door. Jungkook leaned comfortably on the door frame, his lips curving up into a smirk. As usual, he adorned a white shirt and jeans, with a pair of brown timberland boots.

As I approached the door, he tilts his head playfully at me. "I feel like I'm back home with my wife waiting for me." He states boldly, staring at my apron and the saucepan on my hand.

"Unfortunately for you, your wife hates her life." I hit him with the back of the saucepan, successfully earning a painful groan from him. Jungkook recovered quickly and soon began pestering me. "If you're my wife, we would probably have lots of kids." He pulls me in, pressing his body against mine. "I like making love to my girl."

"Aish, let go you peanuthead!" I struggled my way out of his embrace. Jungkook's eyes boiled down to sadness when I told him that I needed to go for my part-time job. "I'll study with you once I get back," I tightened the grip on his hand which desperately held on to mine. "so behave and watch the house, okay?"

"Alright, but before I let you leave me....." Jungkook's expression darkened as he slowly closes in. I felt my back hit the cold wall, and it sent delicate tingles through my body- is it me, or did it suddenly turn tense in here? He pushes the collar of my shirt apart, and leaned down to give tiny little pecks down my neck. Before I knew it, he was sucking deeply on my nape, turning my once untouched skin into a reddish mark. The way his lips brushes barely on the tip of my bare skin almost sent an electric current through my senses that left me breathless and bewildered; and most bizarrely, wanting to feel more.

"Give me an answer soon." Jungkook stares intently at me as his fingers traced my neck.

"...because I don't know how much more I can hold back."