•Tingles, warmth, joy. Love brings all these feelings to you... and so does BTS. We love our boys and they love us. But now you can imagine it in an entirely different way xD
•REQUESTS CLOSED!
•Yes, they are slow updates but these are more like ext...
Hiya my dudes! Sorry how late this is I've been procrastinating big time not know where to go next. Anyway I thought this was going to be like a single oneshot but it's getting too long so here goes another mini collection! (I haven't even begun to get into the scenarios)
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"Look who it is!" jeers a depressingly familiar voice. I groan and roll my eyes. If I ignore him will he just disappear? I hold onto that thought as my last hope and ignore the obnoxious voice still calling out to me. I continue to sift through my school locker until I find the book I need. I stiffen. Apparently he got annoyed at being ignored because I can feel his presence behind me. He's come to get my attention.
"Don't ignore me Y/n," he says, irritated. Finally I turn around to stare at his face. He's standing directly behind me. His dark hair falling into his doe eyes.
"Hmm, maybe I will if you stop being a dick, Jungkook." I flash him a hostile smile.
"Don't pretend like you don't like my big dick energy Y/n." I shove his shoulder roughly as a gesture for him to get out of my personal bubble. He doesn't take the hint.
"Stop calling me by my first name, we're hardly even acquaintances," I growl, ignoring his last comment.
"Aww, you're gonna break my heart princess," he grins. He only calls me by my first name because he knows I hate hearing it said with his voice. I started calling him Jungkook a little after he first called me Y/n, I thought it would annoy him as much as it annoyed me but apparently he couldn't care less, he almost seemed to be happy. The bell for first class rings through the corridors and the student crowded hallways begin to empty.
"That's the plan," I shoot back. I walk away from him, and throw a casual wave over my shoulder. "Catch you later, idiot."
"Sure thing, moron."
Describing my relationship with Jungkook is something I've never quite been able to do. We don't exactly hate each other but we're not friends in the slightest. We're not enemies... maybe more rivals? Our relationship is somewhat competitive, much like brother and sister, we want to figure out who can annoy the other person more. The problem is, is that many people think we're extremely close, this is mainly due to how we seem to always be in each other's company. I'd say I almost talk to him more at school than I do most of my friends. There has been some occasions where Jungkook has tickled me or picked me up so I couldn't move and I would retaliate by either tickling him back or messing up his perfect hair. Basically touching someone who you barely consider an acquaintance is uncommon in Korea... or perhaps just in general.
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"So what are you girls doing tonight?" Jia asks us. She tucks a strand of her long dyed auburn hair behind one ear as she picks absently at her bento box.
