Long Ear Hybrid || Jungkook x Reader

[5]

You were standing on the other side of the room, away from Jungkook.

"Okay, as much as I'm weirded out about the fact you have a hump craze every second you're nervous,"

He looks at you from the couch, pillow in his lap.

"I'm not going to hate you, but you will take that contaminated pillow with you," He looks at the pillow and looks back at you, giving a little nod.

He opens his mouth to say something.
"What's so wrong with rubbing against things?"

You give a sarcastic laugh, tipping your head back.

Then quickly switched to serious.

"Jungkook I don't know if you're being serious or plainly dumb, but rubbing against things is like having indirect sex with an inanimate object,"

He looked sincerely confused. Whata' hOe.

"Sex?" Jungkook looks down at the pillow with furrowed eyebrows then looks at you.
You look back with crosses arms.

"Noona?"

You groan, hoping he won't ask anymore retarded IRRELEVANT questions.

"What slut?"

"What does sex mean? Can I sex?"

Oop, there it is. The irrelevant question she was waiting for.

"Look it up, we got the Internet for that, it's fucking 2019,"

You look out side and see it has stopped raining.

"Get out of my house."
"I'm getting the lack of education of my man Dr. Phil with you here."

Jungkook stands up and bows.

"Thank you Noona for letting me shelter here form the time being of the storm, I hope to come back soon,"

"Know your limits bunny boy,"

He skedaddles out of the house with the pillow in hand.

"God. That boy is something else I swear." You shake your head and walk to your room.
Grabbing your phone you click on the contact of Yoongi and your text.

YoongiHasBigDik
Bro.

YoongiHasBigDik
The power went out while I was sexting my internet bae.

Me
Don't you have data?

YoongiHasBigDik
If I had data would I be complaining?

Me
yes. You complain
about every fn thing.

YoongiHasBigDik
Fukn retard.

Yeah, responding to him was a terrible idea.

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It was the next day and you were already at school and in your first period class.
You say by this mental dude.
You think his name is Tae. Or Taehyung... or both.
You honestly don't know for sure, it's always different at certain or random times.
He even put V as his name on the paper and that certainly concerned you.

Bet it stands for virgin. Your exact thoughts.

Speaking of Taehyung, he just sat down next to you.

"Hello Y/N,"

"No, don't talk to me,"

Same greeting everyday.

He continues to smile and leans back in his chair. "Do you play. Pokemon card?"

Taehyung has trouble pronouncing words, he always pauses to process his next word or sentence.

Oh god you thought as you stare blankly at the front of the class. Not again.
There was a slap on the desk making you look over at the noise.
There was Pokémon cards neatly stacked on his desk.
"I'm de collector! I think I told you- before but I think you told teacher I was masterbeat-beating."

You snort quietly but go back to a straight face.
"Could you put those cheap pieces of cardboard up,"
"And it's pronounced, masturbating."

He's still smiling.

"Okai!" And with that, they disappeared out of sight.

You sigh out of relief, knowing you wouldn't have to deal with Taehyung's obsession with anime cards.

"Oh! Did you know dat Tae has crush!" He shouted like it wasn't a secret.

"No, and I really don't think anyone cares,"

He laughs.

"You very much too funny, Y/N!"

He's a strange one, and you always thought he was the most strangest person you have ever met. That is until Jungkook violated her property. With sexual affection. At her house.

"Y/N, I tink- think you should be m-my boyfriend."

You facepalm.

"Don't do this to yourself Taehyung."

"But wat about dat time you said you liek me as color green?"

"Huehuehue, I said I liked green tea you fool,"
It actually quite entertaining to sit by Tae though. But you should really start developing a heart. You're a rude piece of shit.
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