Kissing Booth (김남준)

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Ever since Namjoon left me hanging at the nurses office, my whole night had consisted of me pounding my bed in my sleep. I know he apologized to me yesterday, but I have a feeling that he might fuck up again today.

We'll see.

Right now, I just want to get this unit over with, so I saunter into the classroom towards him.

"Hey, Y/N. How's your hand?" He asked.

Oh yeah. I forgot that my hand was injured.

"It's fine. Are you ready to crush this project?" I say sarcastically.

"Well, if you have that mentality, I don't know how we'll crush it."

"Forget it. What do we have to do for this project anyways?"

He chuckles a bit, running his fingers through his gorgeous silver locks. "You really weren't paying attention two days ago, were you, Y/N?"

Searching my memory for anything that showed when the project was being explained, I shook my head when there was nothing in that department.

"Okay, so let me explain. We have to come up with a rocket design that will travel the highest and smoothest."

Great. I'm not really good at building things.

"Ugh, why couldn't we have just made a paper airplane or something?" I sigh.

"Because why would I be here? You don't need an engineering student to make a paper airplane."

"I guess you're right," I say, crossing my arms. "So, genius. Got any ideas?"

Namjoon scoffs. "I know I have a high IQ, babygirl, but you can't be dependent on me for this whole project. We have to split the work evenly."

Why did he even get the idea to call me that? God, if you're up there...

"Well, I may need to because honestly, my idea consists of shooting up a rocket cutout with a nerf gun."

I wasn't lying. I literally suck at physics. Why do I have to take it, you ask? My parents made me.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea if the goal wasn't to make an effective rocket," Namjoon says. "Seriously, just use your brain."

Google? Are you there?

I reach for my phone, but Namjoon was quick to snatch it from my grasp. Thank goodness he didn't drop it, otherwise I would've tied him to a real rocket and sent his ass to space if I had the time. "What the fuck?"

"Ssshh. The teachers are right there," he hushes me.

I roll my eyes. "Just give me my phone back."

"No. We're not allowed to rely on the internet."

"They're not going to notice," I hiss.

"Oh, they will if I tell them."

"Fine. But tell me the ideas floating around in your high IQ brain. I'm lost here."

"Okay, but I'll need one thing in return."

I swear, if this man is desperate for a good fuck or something—

"Treat me to food after school."

Oh. I don't know why my brain steered me in the wrong direction for a second. But...

...why doesn't my original thought sound half as bad?

Maybe it's just the fact that my period is coming close, and my hormones are probably going wild.

"Everyday, until this project is over."

Again, maybe it's just the fact that my period is about to come because I am so close to shoving my fist up his cocky ass.

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A/N: Update on both ongoing fanfics because I love you. Why do I love you? Because my JK fanfic surpassed 300 reads, and this one surpassed 60!

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