Jungkook's Point of View

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I was in the boy's bathroom, smoking by myself when he entered the room. At first he didn't even notice my presence. 

What the hell man?! I'm Jungkook!

Anyway, while he was washing his tiny mini little hands, i aproached him, casually throwing my unfinished cigarette in the sink he had been using, placing my back on the surface, beside the brunette. He raised his gze on me with huge eyes, backing away from me, putting a little of distance between our bodies, because hell no, I hadn't left any. I frowned. 

What's wrong with this kid? Everyone in this school would have already put their hands in my pants.

I pursed my lips, he was making me mad, I wasn't used to that kind of treatment. I took one of his arms holding it up, and with the free hand I grabbed his pretty face, squeezing his kissable lips between his pushed cheeks. He eyed at me worriedly, meanwhile I studied his every features, turning his chin from the left to the right, nodding in approval

>>Not bad. You're seriously pretty huh? That's so strange that I haven't noticed you since the beginning of the school year<<

Say that the brunette was shocked was undertatement, so his only response was a blabbered what?

I narrowed my face to his, just centimeters apart from each other's lips

>>I said you're cute. What's your name?<<

I said winking at him. He blushed a little at the gesture

>>J-Jimin<<

His voice was so high pitched like, man, I heard birds sing in my ears

>>This cutie have an even cuter name<<

I whispered, finally releasing his face. He put a hand on his right cheek with an astonished expression

>>Jimin-ah, would you mind if I let you know my Juan Cock?<<

I said smiling lovingly. He petrified in his spot, then he shook his head so hard that I tought it would come off of his neck. Afterwards he proceded to leave the bathroom in a hurry.

I stood there blank faced for what seemed like an ethernity, before realizing what had just happened before my eyes. I had been turned down for the first time

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