7. Another Failure?

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After removing your torn net stockings you walked towards the language class with your books in hand.

Although your skin was now uncovered for everyone to look at, you cared less. People's opinions have always resisted you from doing whatever you wanted.

After coming this long you've understood that even if you do as they please they would still judge you.

You were confident of yourself but not your actions, you were scared of hurting someone by being selfish and that has always stopped you from getting what you wanted.

You were going to step up. You were going to do what you wanted, as the loverboy suggested, you were going to sit beside Jungkook today.

Finally entering the class you notice everyone looking at you, except that one guy,

Jeon Jungkook.

He was leaning against the seat while staring at his phone. Running fingers through his dark brown hair, he kept smiling looking at something in his phone.

Walking towards him you notice the empty seat beside him.

But that didn't matter right now, you were now looking at his beautiful face. A face that never disappoints. A face that has all the girls fawn over. A face no one easily forgets. He's too good to be true.

You walk towards him, clutch your bag's stripe a little nervously. Hesitate to speak up. You're still thinking if this was worth it or not, but again keeping quiet and admiring sitting in some corner does nothing. If you want something you gotta work for it.

You take a deep breath. Go for it.

He is too busy texting someone so you clear your throat, "uhm—is the seat next to you taken?" Your voice has fallen few octaves lower and you're cursing inside. The nervousness was so damn evident.

Jungkook still doesn't look up, simply replies, "Hm? Yeah it is." End. He was waiting for someone. The pencil in your hand slips and falls near Jungkook's feet. You groan. Bad day. Again.

"Jungkook, can you pass—" you're cut off midway when he clicks his tongue, "Not now, maybe next class. I'd prefer you find another seat for now. Thanks." He cares less and you're feeling ew. You weren't asking to sit after he said no. You know your place. If he doesn't want you here you won't force things.

As you're about to pick up your pencil yourself, Rosè sights you. "Oh, Y/n?" You pick up the damn pencil from Jungkook's feet and his head has risen up to find you. He's been sent to mars. Long gone. Dead, is what he expects himself to be in next few minutes cause it was YOU.

"Oh, hey there." You give Jungkook a tight not-so-smiley smile and he's seeing stars in daylight. "It was you—I just-" Rosè comes and takes the seat next to Jungkook, eyes him and you, "What's up?" She flops her bag down and you shake your head, "Just grabbing my pencil."

Jungkook is embarrassed. You don't look at him.

"Oh okay," Rosè sweetly smiles and focuses on rummages through her stuff to get her books on the table. You leave. Jungkook turns back to see you go back in one of the empty rows. Curses. Regrets.

Rosê removes her stuff out, "Oh by the way did you see what happened in the cafeteria?" She asks and Jungkook is rubbing his face, still has not recovered from the incident that took place just now.

"Yo, dumbhead." Rosè pokes her pencil at him and he suddenly flinches, "Girl–what?" He winces, rubs where she poked him. "The cafeteria scene, heard of it?"

He frowns, "Lots of things happen in cafeteria, what about it?" He leans back and Rosè rolls her eyes, "You're stupid." Jungkook lifts his finger, looks in her eyes, keeps his phone inside, "Stupidly charming, yes."

"You're delusional."

"For you, yes."

She cringes and he laughs.

And from far away you see them together laugh and bond over something you can barely even hear. You could get months to reach that level of relationship with him. It was hard, so hard. So hard to like someone with whom you barely got chance to be with.

You see Jungkook slowly pick his arm up and hover it around Rosè's bench. He bends over and tugs at her hair only to have her hit his arm and scold him. Jungkook smiles wide. His eyes all crinkling up like moons. So beautiful.

"God sake, keep your hands to yourself." Rosè elbows him and Jungkook pretends to get hurt, "Yah—no need to get all sharp-elbowed on me, personal space is a thing, let me remind you." He is almost fisting his fingers in a punch and Rosè's gasping, "You're gonna hit me? Huh?"

Oh he smiles so sweet, "Nah baby girl, gonna hit on you instead."

"Ew, get off!" And he's pushed out of his bench, strolls down and everyone's laughing at them. He's so out of breath as he keeps laughing.

His laugh dies down as soon as he sees you notice him. Looks away immediately. Respectfully takes his seat next to Rosè and she's shaking her head as she inevitably asks him to shut up this time. He does.

Damn.

You feel so bad.

It was fine, (It was not), things like this keep happening, (no it doesn't) they're friends, (they don't act like one)

Your brain hurts.

You lay your head down so you can think straight. Give yourself few minutes. Hear the professor come in and greet everyone. You rise up and notice someone pulling up a chair next to you to have a seat.

Don't really pay attention to it. Open your book until your pouch gets smacked along the way and lands on the ground. You hate your life. Genuinely.

Bend down to pick it up until the guy next to you reaches for it first. "There you are," he hands it over to you, "oh thanks," you take it. Don't really see him but yes, there's one thing that catches your attention.

The number 13 tattooed on his wrist.

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Amxnx


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