The lecture hall buzzed with quiet murmurs as students filtered in, finding their seats and pulling out notebooks. Jungkook slid into his usual spot near the window, head ducked, still flustered from his run-in with Taehyung in the hallway. His cheeks were faintly pink, and his fingers fiddled with the zipper on his hoodie nervously.
A moment later, the chair beside him scraped back, and Jimin plopped down with his usual sunshine energy, a sweet grin tugging at his lips.
“Hey, Kookie,” he whispered, leaning in. “You okay? You look like a scared kitten.”
Jungkook let out a weak laugh. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, eyes glued to his textbook.
Jimin tilted his head curiously, lips puckering in a slight pout. “Is it my brother again?”
Jungkook froze.
Jimin blinked. “It is, isn’t it?” His voice dropped, not angry, just deeply intrigued. “Is he still teasing you?”
Jungkook groaned quietly and buried his face in his arms on the desk. “He’s always teasing me…” he muttered miserably. “Hugs, kisses, calling me bunny—in front of people, Jimin. It’s humiliating.”
Jimin giggled quietly. “That does sound like Taehyung-hyung.”
Jungkook peeked out from under his arms, looking like a confused baby deer. “Why is he like this? What does he want from me?”
Jimin leaned on his elbow and smirked. “I think he just likes messing with you. He never messes with people like this.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “He doesn’t like me. He hates me. I literally told Jin-hyung he was bullying me.”
That made Jimin snort. “Honestly? He probably found that hilarious.”
Jungkook groaned louder, hiding again. “He’s ruining my life.”
Jimin patted him on the back, trying to stifle his laughter. “It’s okay. If he goes too far, I’ll kick him for you.”
Jungkook finally smiled a tiny bit, muffled behind his arms. “Please do.”
Right then, the classroom door creaked open—and Jungkook peeked just in time to see Taehyung saunter in, late, calm, eyes scanning the room slowly... until they landed on him.
Taehyung’s smirk spread slowly.
Jungkook immediately ducked back down behind his arms, groaning softly, “I’m doomed.”
Jimin chuckled under his breath, whispering, “Yep. Totally doomed.”
Jungkook barely had time to whisper "I'm doomed" before the heavy thud of boots neared his desk. Jimin looked up just in time to see the all-too-familiar shadow loom over them.
“Morning, lovebirds,” Taehyung said, voice dripping with smugness as he towered beside their desk, one hand tucked lazily into his pocket, the other brushing his bangs from his forehead.
Jungkook stiffened, still hiding behind his folded arms. He didn’t dare look up.
Jimin raised a brow, unimpressed. “Hyung, don’t you have literally any other hobby?”
“Nope,” Taehyung replied smoothly. His eyes zeroed in on Jungkook. “Good morning, little bunny,” he cooed with mock sweetness.
Jungkook didn’t move. He wasn’t going to fall into his trap today.
“Oh?” Taehyung leaned down closer to him. “Not even a glance today? No pouty little scowl? No trembling lips?”
Jungkook’s hands curled tighter into fists, face still hidden.
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