Without You

Chapter 6

Weeks have passed since we finished our project. During art class, all we did was play with the art supplies and draw something random and stupid. Jungkook drew a bunny holding onto a tree branch, I don't know why.

We became closer, but only in art class. We didn't hang out after school anymore since we have no reason too. But, in art class we talk a lot. He's actually pretty funny. I feel like the students in our class noticed because they keep looking over at us whenever one of us laughs.

"Your guys' projects are due in two weeks! Reminder!" Mr. Song shouts, and then goes back to whatever his masterpiece is.

"Good thing we finished early, huh?" Jungkook says to me, nudging my arm. I chuckle and nod. I then smile and looked at him, his face holding a puzzled expression.

"What?" He says.

"You know, I was too quick to judge you first year." I tell him. His face still looked puzzled and I chuckled again. "I hated you ever since I heard things about you first year. But after getting to know you, you're actually a really cool and nice guy."

Jungkook looks at me for a few seconds, and then breaks into a small smile, turning around so I don't see it. He looks back at me.

"What things did you hear about me?" He asks, I roll my eyes.

"That you once dated this girl for like four months? And then on your guys' anniversary, you broke up with her in a nasty way. That was second year." I tell him, his face changed to an expression of guilt. Maybe he's not really as tough as he acts. He does have feelings.

"Also when you almost put this one boy into the hospital because you, Jimin, and TaeHyung kept hurting him." I added. He coughs.

"Quit chit chatting." Mr. Song says. "Work on your guys' project."

"But we finished it." Jungkook says. Mr. Song stands up and walks over to us.

"You did?" He asks. We both nod our heads. "Oh, then give it to me tomorrow. You'll get extra credit if you're telling the truth and if the project doesn't look rushed."

We both nod our heads again, and Mr. Song walks back to his desk. The bell rings, and everyone dismisses themselves.

I walk towards the student store to by myself a bag of potato chips. When I leave the line, Jungkook steps in front of me. I tilt my head at him.

"What?" I say.

"Wanna hang out?" He says, acting as casual and tough as he can. He asked me as if I would say yes no matter what. I mean, I said sure but he didn't have to ask me in a cocky way.

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We finished getting bubble tea from the subway and arrived at a palace. I don't know why he brought me here, but we're here.