𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕩 || KTH 🔞

Chapter 32

A/N:- Guys this book isn't focused only on YN and Taehyung. Hope your In the 'koona' (jk and Luna) ship cos it'll soon start sailing. Enjoy!!

Luna's POV

That looser jungkook has been following me every fucking where I go.

Doesn't he own a gym or something?

Right now I'm this close to sticking my toe up his asshole that it won't be able to come out again, because he's sitting across me in a cafe staring at me like a deer caught in headlights.

I try my best to ignore him but the dude is annoying as fuck.

'How to get away with murder?' Is there a book or article like that? Because that's what I should be reading right now.

"You graduation is the day after tomorrow, are you excited?" Jungkook asked finally sipping his coffee after 101 years.

I'm sure it's cold now.

"What's so special about my graduation, I'll just go there collect my certificate and that's all" I shrugged.

Jungkook raised a brow at my reply "Don't you wish for your work to be bought by those art critics? That's the reason for the exhibition in the first place"

"My work isn't that good to catch the eyes of those important men" My work seriously isn't that good. It's just average and these men get interested in students that their works are dope, but mine is..well mine is mine. Made by me. Nothing special.

"Are you looking down on your work?" Jungkook asked shooting me a glare. I stood up from my chair leaving the cafe‘ with my coffee in my palm. How was I even having a conversation with him without reaping off his head.

"Hey wait for me!" He yelled following me.

Jungkook is a leach that's for sure.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" I exhaled loudly already done with him.

"Hey wanna try something?" That mischievous smile, I don't like it. Whatever he has in mind doesn't smell good to me. And I'm not trying anything with him no matter how much he tries to convince me.

"How did you convince me!" How I ended up in Jungkook's house with a foil on my head I can't tell.

Jungkook asked me if he could dye my hair and I agreed but not without a fight of course,but I still agreed.

"I swear if you mess this up, I'm throwing you under Optimus prime!" I'm beginning to feel like my hair is going to turn out bad.

"What do you think of me? I dye my hair almost every two months, I'm a pro at this" I looked him up and down still unsure about his whole existence.

Well maybe I should trust him a little considering he dyes his hair too.

"What the actual fuck is this!" I'm so gonna kill jungkook, murder his spirit and roast his soul.

On my had sits a bright pink hair. It was supposed to be brown but this fuck face decided to do it wrong.

"I'm sure I used the brown dye, wait lemme check" He picked up the dye bottle used on my hair scanning it only for his stupidly beautiful mouth to hang open.

"what?" I snatched the bottle from him to take a look myself. It was a hot pink dye.

"I swear I saw brown the first time" He defended taking slow steps backward. I'm so lost of words, I just wanna crawl into a hole and die there.

I didn't say anything to a trembling jungkook in the corner, I took out my phone from my bag dialing my saviors number. YN.

"Are you mad?" This fuck face dares to ask. I shot him a murderous glare.

"Of course I'm fine, I'll be attending my graduation looking like a kpop light stick!" I rolled my eyes "Bitch you gotta help my ass!" I yelled immediately YN answered my call.

"what's wrong?" Why does she sound- right, I'm sure her and Taehyung just finished fucking or even in the middle of it. I just wanna die in a hole.

"Quit fucking and come to Jungkook's house right now, I'll text you the address" I ended the call immediately texting her the address. I hope she agrees to this.

"Can't you just dye it back to brown?" Jungkook asked. I don't think I wanna be hearing his voice at this dieing moment.

"No I can't fuck face!" Again I wanna die in a hole.

"Come on, look at the bright side of it, you'll be the center of attention" He informed trying to make me feel better but it ain't working. This color isn't my type. This is Bethany's type. OMG Mark is gonna laugh at me till I drop dead if he sees my hair.

"That's exactly my problem, I don't want anyone staring at me, I hate having the attention" Where the fuck is YN didn't she stop fucking like I asked her to?.

Suddenly the door bell went off. YN. Thank fuck!.

"Woah a human cotton candy!" I rolled my eyes at YN's remark Immediately she saw me. I seriously look like human cotton candy. Maybe I should quit everything and become a cotton candy seller, then my business would match my hair.

"Bitch you gotta dye your hair pink!" YN's eye's doubled it's size at my solution. Honestly I can't be the only one looking like a light stick in our graduation. Afterall this is what friends are for. We dye or hair the same color.

"What?! No I'm not doing that!" I could see the fright In her eyes. She has no idea.

"Oh come on quit being a pussy and dye your hair, it's no big deal" I shrugged

"Coming form the one who has been panicking all this while" Maybe Jungkook should be the one to die in a hole not me. I'mma cut of this fuckers tounge, then he won't be able to speak.

"You'll look cute in It, Taehyung would roll on the ground for you" I'm trying to best to convince her.

"Luna this isn't my style, you should call Bethany instead" YN said

"Please you gotta help me, Bethany wouldn't agree not because she doesn't like it but because I have this color she would want me to suffer it alone" I looked over at jungkook to see him trying to hold his laughter.

I'll murder him later.

"Jungkook should be the one to dye his hair not me!" YN's right, this fuck face should be the one not YN. He caused this calamity upon me.

"No No No! Not happening!" He took steps back as I slowly walked closer to him.

He's so dead.

"Well hope you're satisfied now" Oh yes I'm satisfied with jungkook and YN's hot pink hair color just like mine. We look like a trio.

Unfortunately YN joined the trend.

Now there are three light sticks for everyone.