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Collection of stories about Bangtan, the most popular boys in school, and their journeys in finding love

Jimin - You and Jimin, your best friend, experience differences, as you both have different statuses in school

Taehyung - You are really curious as Kim Taehyung is the only member of Bangtan (the school’s popular boys) that hasn’t asked any girl out for ball yet

Jungkook - Mr Popular and Miss Popular. Every girl’s fantasy. Your reality.

Seokjin - You and Seokjin used to be the power couple, but one day he dumped you, leaving you heartbroken to this day.

Yoongi - Bangtan hid many secrets, and you just walked into Yoongi’s messy life

Hoseok - Hoseok was a playboy, but what happens when he comes across a girl who plays the same game?

Namjoon - Namjoon just witnessed his girlfriend cheating on him and didn’t know what to do about it. But Jungkook comes up with an idea, an idea that involves you

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Park Jimin.

The very name sent butterflies to your stomach and tingles up your spine. No one could blame you though. He was a straight A student, captain of the football team, the only member of the football team who wasn’t afraid to dance, and boy was he good at it. His smile made your insides melt and you knew that was because you saw genuine happiness in it. His laugh was contagious and every time you heard it you thought that maybe laughter really is the best medicine. And as if that wasn’t enough, he was beautiful. His eye smile was so majestic that it could kill you and every other girl within his vicinity in a matter of seconds. His brown hair that looked amazing with his bangs falling over his forehead but once in a while he would tease you and part it in the middle, revealing his broad forehead and vivid eyebrows, slaying you over and over again.

And girls were jealous of you. You being his best friend since forever. The fact that he was the most popular boy in the school and you were the complete opposite never fazed him. Whenever he would see you he would run over and envelop you in a hug and you two would find yourself in endless conversation about his day, your day, anything really. Every guy and girl at your school would stare at you two, throwing daggers through their eyes and you were always uncomfortable.

Today you were being transferred from your classroom because you were an extra student and they didn’t have enough space for you in class. You stood in front of the classroom of your new biology class and heaved a deep breath. You hated new classes, new people, new relationships and this meant you just had to face it today.

The door opened and you shuffled in, not wanting to look up but then the teacher prompted you to introduce yourself so you finally did. The first thing you saw was Jimin sitting in the middle of the back row, with a girl sitting next to him, a girl you had never seen before and next to her was a pair or empty desks. The girl was - no surprise - fawning over him, trying to engage him in conversation but he looked as disinterested as he did when you would talk about physics.

“Hello, I’m Y/N,” you said timidly before the teacher told you to take up one of the two empty desks in the back row.

You nodded and sat in the one next to the window and put your bag in the seat next to you.

When you turned to look to the front, you heard your bag moving and in the corner of your eye you saw Jimin pulling it off the seat and sitting in it.

“Jimin-ah!” the girl Jimin was previously sitting next to hissed at him.

He ignored her and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Guess we’re gonna be learning about the reproductive system together.”

“I guess,” you said, smiling and facing the front again.

The class was over quicker than you’d like and when you stood up you felt an arm around your shoulders.

“You wanna go to our Café?” Jimin asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Okay, let’s go,” you chided, wrapping an arm around his waist and you two walked out of the classroom earning glares from every girl there was.

You’d think that with all the skinship you and Jimin showed in front of them all and all the years you two had been at it, everyone would be used to it already, but they weren’t.

“Can we get our usual’s?” Jimin said, leaning over the counter of the Café like a kid. All the workers at this cafe across from your school knew you as the‘two who could not hurry up and admit their feelings for each other already’although you would always wave it off as ‘just friends’.

“The amount of time you two spend in here, just talking and laughing, there had to be something more,” the manager would say, lecturing you.

“Just five minutes,” the cashier said and you and Jimin turned and walked straight to your regular booth, the one in the corner, glass windows covering both sides of the wall.

“How was your day?” Jimin asked, leaning back, his eyes gleaming. He always seemed somehow excited to ask about your life and you always found that intriguing about him.

“I dunno, you know how much I hate new things,” you said, sitting back in your booth too.

“You just hate new people,” he said, clicking his tongue. “Why?”

“You know why,” you said, trying not to be the one to complain right now.

“Yeah but you should give some people a chance,” he said. “You gave me a chance,” he smirked.

“Yeah and see where that got me,” you snorted.

“Hey!” he whined and you laughed.

“Nice to hear some laughter in our mundane café,” the waitress retorted while putting down a tray of our drinks.

“Your café isn’t mundane,” you said, taking the drinks off the tray and handing Jimin his.

“Yeah it isn’t because I’m always in here,” Jimin said smugly and started sipping from the straw. I stood up and slapped him on the arm.

He choked on his drink, “Ouch!”

“I’ll leave you two trouble makers to your antics,” the waitress said and left.

“See you later!”

“Ahhh. I miss this,” Jimin sighed and looked out the window.

You scoffed, “Missed what? Drinking coffee and gazing out the window like an actor in a melodrama?”

“No you egg,” he said, looking to you, “this, us, talking. We haven’t done it in a while.”

“Because you’ve been busy, football trainings, games, parties, Mr Popular stuff,” you said your thoughts aloud and you wished you could just snatch them out of the air and pull them back in.

“What?” he asked, looking at you in disbelief.

He didn’t know that his popularity bothered you. You sighed internally to the fact that he didn’t realise the glares that you two got when you were together and the threats you got when you got when you were apart.

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

“Is there something wrong with me?” he asked, genuinely looking offended.

“No, nothing,” you sighed this time and looked at him, “how was your day?”

“Actually,” he looked to his watch, “I have to be somewhere right now, you know, doing Mr Popular stuff,” he stood up and picked his jacket.

You rolled your eyes and stood up with him, forgetting how hard it was for you when you two fought.

“Jimin-ah, don’t-”

“Bye.”

You blinked. He turned and walked away.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath and buried your head in your hands.

My only friend.

You thought.

I couldn’t even keep my only friend.

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You stepped into the classroom and walked straight up to your desk without looking up. Now that you and Jimin had your fight, there was nothing left going for you at school.

Suddenly you felt yourself get pushed into something and you happened to lose hold of the folders you were holding.

“Stop getting in my way moron,” the girl said. You didn’t say or do anything but with your hands shaking, you bent down to pick up your folders and held them close to your chest. From the corner of your eye you saw Jimin drilling holes into the open book on his desk, as if he didn’t want to look up even at the cost of his life.

You sighed and pushed past the girl - who you came to realise was Jimin’s desk partner - and sat in your seat. Looking out the window you thought back to the times you used to get bullied and how you would always be able to stand up for yourself with the thought that Jimin always had your back. But now everything was different.

You turned your head to the side, looking in Jimin’s direction. He had his shoulders slumped and his eyes concentrated on the textbook. But you knew him. The way his eyes blinked rapidly like that. The way he kept biting his bottom lips. The way he wouldn’t stop shaking his leg. He wasn’t focused. He was in another world and you wondered what he was thinking.

You weren’t sure what your friendship meant to him. You weren’t sure if you meant anything to him at all. But the amount of secrets you two have shared, the amount of years you have been friends and the many things you two have done together sure meant something to you, and it had to have meant something to him too.

Ever since you two fought his smile hadn’t been as broad anymore. He no longer laughed to the point where his eyes turned into little slits. His laugh was no longer contagious but rather a monotonous repeat of one sound. His hair was never styled perfectly, often looking like all he had done was run his fingers through it a few times.

There was something different about him and you wondered if it really was because of you. Maybe you were the reason he had lost his conscience.

Over the last few days you also had been able to do some thinking. You realised how much you actually like the guy. You realised that to you he wasn’t just your best friend, but someone you wanted to share so much more with.

Sighing, you faced back to the front where the teacher was teaching the class about Stem cells.

When the class was over, as you were walking down the stairs, you tripped over something and as you hit the floor you felt the pit of your stomach tighten of humiliation. When is enough for these kids?

You guessed that the school had finally caught on to the idea that you and Jimin were in the middle of an argument and you wished you hadn’t made it more obvious, then this may not have been happening to you.

When the girl picked up your folder, you knew it was time to say goodbye to all your biology notes. It was most likely the last time you’d ever see them.

But you tried to get them back.

As you stood up, you brushed the dirt off your knees and looked straight into her eyes.

“Give me my book back,” you said, not feeling at all timid in that moment.

“And what if I say no?” she asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Why do you think you have the right to ‘say no’ when they’re my notes?” you said, finger-quoting.

“I’ll need to burrow these, you know, I don’t really take many notes in class.”

“Can’t you ask properly, you know, like a civilised person?” you scoffed back.

“Well we both know I’m not all that civilised,” she said, pushing past your shoulder and walking out. Before it was too late, you caught Jimin looking at you - with a gaze you only found to be pitiful - before he strided out after her.

You found yourself slumping to the floor and burying your head in your hands. The only thing that changed in your life was that you weren’t with friends with Jimin anymore. But why did it feel like your life was falling apart because of that one person?

As you picked up the few pens and papers you had left, you slipped them slowly into your bag.

That day, when you opened your locker to take some books home, you found something in there that you hadn’t expected. Your biology book that was taken by those girls earlier sat there, looking unharmed and unaffected. Tears sprang at your eyes when you thought of how they got there. There was only one other person at your school who knows your locker pin number and the thought that he would do this even after what had happened amazed you. You trembled as you took the book and stuffed into your bag.

The next day you got your physics workbook taken by a group of bullies but they reappeared in your sight at the end of the day in your locker.

After that your art portfolio was stolen but - surprise, surprise - there it was in your locker at the end of the day.

Now you had your journal taken from you. It was your diary, your songbook, you quote log, you put everything in it. Jimin had given it to you a while back and you had never stopped using it. The thought that someone else might read your secrets scared you. You searched frantically everywhere for it, knowing full well that if you did in fact lose it, you were in for much more bullying than what you were already experiencing present.

But at the end of the day, it was there in your locker and this time the batch of tears that you had been holding back the past weeks fell.

If the fight between you and Jimin wasn’t enough, he just had to keep being your knight in shining armour and secretly save you, safeguarding all that you held close to you.

You knew that standing in the hallway weeping like a baby who had lost his favourite toy would was going to bring you some trouble, and it did.

Soon enough you were shoved into your locker, your journal falling flat to the ground, open to one of the middle pages. Tears fell as you rushed to reach down and pick up the book before your secrets were poured out to the public.

“Whoops. Sorry,” the girl who had pushed you scoffed before waltzing away again.

You sighed and looked to your diary, but the letters you saw weren’t your handwriting, rather the handwriting of someone else. Someone you recognised to be… Park Jimin.

You didn’t mean to pry but your eyes scanned the first few lines which had said

Today I realised something. I like my best friend. My best friend since forever ago. That’s right. I like Y/N and-

You closed the book shut as fast as you could when you realised you were poking your nose in someone else’s business.

But wait.

He just said he liked you, didn’t he?

At that you stuffed his journal back into your locker and snapped it closed.

You were going to confront him about it, even if it meant leaving your pride behind.

It was Friday which meant he had basketball practice and so you rushed to the gymnasium.

Once you got there, you saw the basketball team finishing their game and Jimin high fived all his team mates; they always won their games. He then started walking toward the boys’ locker rooms and you followed him, knowing full well that the other boys wouldn’t be joining until after showing off to their cheerleader girlfriends.

When you stepped into the locker room, you followed his back as he pulled his singlet over his head and threw it to the side.

He continued walking through the locker rooms, shirtless and sweating buckets.

You reached forward, “J-”

“Jimin-ah!” someone else beat you to it and you looked to the side to see Jimin’s biology desk partner walking to him with purpose. Before you could even blink, she had her arms over his neck, pulling him toward her. She didn’t leave any time for second thoughts and moulded her body onto his, planting her lips onto his.

Mr Popular.

Mr Popular indeed.

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They were the popular kids, which meant they had girls lined up at their very front door and their pick for the Spring Ball was easy. They were all sorted, large romantic gestures for girlfriends, potential girlfriends or their chosen girl from the group who obsess over them. But there was still one. One who suspiciously still hadn’t asked anyone to the ball. Someone who was everyone’s dream guy but lacking a date. It was strange, really, as being one of THEM, meant not thinking twice about it, but just asking the single best looking girl from school and giving her flowers, gracing her with the 7 words, “will you go to the ball with me?”

But he seemed to be holding on for a reason. He seemed as if he had been waiting for a special someone and that made every girl’s heart melt. Of course it wasn’t certain but ‘asking people to ball’ season had long started and every one of his friends had a date. Even Park Jimin, whom you saw as the sanest one out of them all, had a date, of course it was a reckless decision on his part, his biology desk partner who was one of the many girls fawning over him. Personally you thought he would have asked his super close best friend even if they had gone as friends, Jimin didn’t seem like the person who would just ask anyone to the ball. But he did.

You were surprised Kim Taehyung hadn’t done the same thing already.

Every girl had made their bets, sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for that one person who he would stride up to on a white horse and ask to ball. But you knew that secretly every girl wanted to be her.

Every girl but you.

You didn’t particularly despise him though, just the thought of him. The very concept of Kim Taehyung made you go mad with fury because you hated the idea of having everyone’s eyes on you, expecting you to be perfect and beautiful all the time. You’d rather just be you.

So when he came and sat next to you, it wasn’t all that surprising that your first reaction was to shift away, moving onto the next desk. It wasn’t as if he just sat there because he wanted to though, the only spare seat was in fact next to you so it wasn’t unreasonable.

“Y/N,” you heard him whisper.

You sighed and turned to face him.

“Yes?” you asked, trying not to sound rude or unpleasant.

“Can I look at your notes? I don’t understand integration,” he asked and you raised an eyebrow. Despite being super obnoxious (or so you though) and 'popular’ he was actually pretty smart. The fact that he couldn’t understand something as simple as integration surprised you, nonetheless you passed him your ring binder and he winked at you.

“Thanks.”

The bell for lunch rang and you stood up to pack your stuff.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” Taehyung said before an arm was slung over his shoulders and he was whisked away by some of his friends.

You nodded after him and walked over to your own friends, hoping for some actual conversation with decent people. Sadly all they were talking about were who’s going with who to the ball.

“Hey, Taehyung still hasn’t asked anyone you know?” one of your friends said.

“I swear he’s just trying to be an attention seeker, or he’s already asked someone from another school.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to bite into your sandwich. “If he does ask someone from our school, who do you think it’ll be?”

“Y/N,” one said, jokingly, trying to annoy you.

“Shut up,” you scoffed, hitting her on the arm.

In the corner of your eye you saw the popular boys – they were named Bangtan the last time you checked – and they were walking down the path, talking and laughing with their arms slung over each other. Despite their overly egoistic behaviour, you had to admit their friendship was something to admire. They seemed too immersed in their own achievements and looks but when they’re with each other they are like brothers.

“Look! There’s Y/N!” you heard Jimin call while talking to Taehyung. Taehyung looked embarrassed but all the while smiled and waved.

You raised an eyebrow; since when did he get so friendly toward you?

Jimin and his best friend seemed to have some issues because as they were walking, she had been walking toward them from the other direction and he didn’t run up to her and hug her like he used to and you found that to be very surprising.

You followed her and watched as she walked through the hallways, clutching her books tight to her chest and looking straight to the ground.

“Hey! Jimin’s bitch,” someone called and you looked up to see some of the rude popular girls walking up to her.

She froze and stared at the floor.

Why isn’t she saying anything?

The girls walked up to her and shoved her to the ground, taking some of her books that fell and walked away. You stood there, staring in shock.

As the girls walked away, you followed them, vowing that if you were going to do one hood thing today, that would be to help her.

As soon as they left the hallway, you pulled the girl back by her hair. Their screaming for help prevailed as you stopped finally and got them to face you.

“You can’t fuck wi-”

Before she could finish, you took he folders and strided back in.

“COME BACK HERE!”

Ignoring their calls, you kept walking till you found the girl you were looking for, shuffling across the hallway. You took her wrist and led her to a small room nearby.

“Hey!” you said, bumping into her shoulder playfully.

“Oh, h-hi,” she said, taking a step to open the door back again.

“Hey, wait,” you thrust the books in her face, “these are yours.”

“Oh! Thank you so much!” she said, looking like you had just saved her life.

“It’s alright,” you replied and held your hand out, “I’m Y/N by the way.”

She smiled and took it while saying her own name.

“How are you? Are you okay?” you asked, knowing how concerned you sounded.

“I’m okay,” she replied, sitting on the seat. You smiled as this meant she was comfortable with you. You sat next to her.

“Hey, if you need help with anything,” you said, “anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

She now looked up at you and opened her mouth. But the way she immediately closed it after made you concerned.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Can I… have a hug?” she asked, timidly as if it was something she shouldn’t really be asking you.

“Of course you can!” you said, wrapping your arms around her neck.

She buried her head into your shoulder and you pat her back. “It’s going to be okay, I promise you.”

The bell rang and she said he goodbyes to you and left while you sat there, feeling quite happy that you had helped someone and made a friend today.

“With the amount of glares you give me, who would’ve thought you were this nice?”

Someone’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you turned to see the last person you wanted to see, standing there.

Kim Taehyung.

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“I’m nice to everyone actually,” you retorted as he came and sat down next to you.

“How come I’ve never seen that side of you?”

“I leant my notes to you didn’t I?”

“That’s just common etiquette though,” he shrugged, looking to the front.

“I don’t lend people notes, okay? Especially in a subject I suck at.”

“You suck at calculus?” he asked, amused, “If you suck at calculus then what does that make me?”

“You’re good at calculus. In fact you’re good at every subject. Damn it’s gonna be hard for you to choose a career path,” you chuckled, looking to him. But he wasn’t smiling, rather looking at you with some sort of expression you could only call determined.

“What do you want to do when you leave school?” he asked, suddenly directing the question to you.

“Psychology,” you replied, surprised you actually told him that.

“Psychology needs calculus?”

“Filler subject,” you shrugged, “What about you?”

“I don’t know,” he surprised you by saying. 

These boys always seemed like they had their lives together; amazing grades, sport scholarships coming in from all directions and parents owning the largest companies in Korea.

“What? Really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Gee thanks for hiding your surprise.”

“Sorry,” you laughed with him, “I just thought-”

“That I had my life together?”

You nodded slowly, regretfully.

“Yeah everyone seems to think that, although I don’t know what made them think that.”

You snorted and he laughed at you.

“Okay maybe I do know why they think that,” he said and you nodded.

“Your lives are perfect,” you said and seeing the way his smile faltered at those words you thought to add, “In the public eye.”

“In the public eye,” he nodded, “it seems that’s the only place I ever am.”

“Except now,” you pointed out.

“Yes, except now, here with you.”

“I’m honoured,” you laughed, putting a hand to your heart, and he laughed too.

“By the way, Y/N-ah, you going to ball?”

“Huh? Uhm no I don’t think so,” you said, looking to the floor.

“Why not?” he asked and you sighed, a million reasons coming up in your head.

“The ball just isn’t my thing,” you settled with replying.

“I don’t think I’ll be going either,” he sighed.

“What?!” you almost shouted.

He chuckled at your reaction, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be going.”

“Yeah, I heard you,” you said, feeling your head bob as you reiterated yourself, “But why?”

He shrugged, “I guess I had always looked forward to the ball since I was younger as a form of social graduation. Something that signified the end of my reign as kingka of this school. But right now it just seems like a bother. All my friends are sorted, dates and all but I’m here sitting with no motivation to even buy a tie, how would even be motivated to actually go there?”

“I so understand,” you said, smiling, “Minus the part about being kingka.” He laughed as you added, “Because we all know I’m the queenka of the school.”

Laughing at your own joke you thought about what it would be like to actually be Miss Popular at school, and you were so happy you weren’t. 

“So glad someone understands,” he sighed.

“You should go though,” you said, playfully punching his shoulder, “I’m sure you would’ve been made Ball King or whatever.”

“And you would have been Ball Queen or whatever, aye?”

“Yes, definitely,” you laughed but muttered under your breath, “I’m hardly even a somebody at school. How could I be Ball Queen?”

Not sure if he heard but when he said his next line, you knew he did.

“I wouldn’t mind making you my queen.”

“What?” you asked and he laughed.

“Joke! Joke!” he held his hands up in surrender and you laughed.

“If you had a date would you go?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you nodded, “if the guy was amazing enough to make me want to go.”

“Wow that’s so nice,” he snickered and you punched his arm, hard this time.

“Yah!” he winced, faking a shoulder injury as you stood up and headed for the door.

“Wait! Y/N-ah,” you turned around to see him stand up and reach for the door behind you, your close proximity making you catch your breath.

“Thanks for that,” he said and you smiled.

“Anytime,” and once you had said that, you opened the door and practically ran out.

“FLIRT!” your friend exclaimed as soon as you told her what had happened between you and Taehyung.

“‘Anytime’,” your other friend mocked you and you sighed.

“Flirting? Was that actually flirting?”

“Wah… even the great Y/N is a flirt,” you friend teased and sat back in her chair.

“YAH!” you exclaimed, hitting both of them on the heads, “You need to be helpful now! Help a struggling friend!”

“Struggling? Girl there’s no way out of this rabbit hole,” one snickered and the other laughed.

“Unless he comes and pulls you out obviously.”

“You are NO help,” you sighed and stormed off, just in time for the bell to ring.

Great. You had English. Another subject with the infamous Kim Taehyung.

You tightened your grip around your bag straps and entered your classroom.

Your eyes scanned the room and saw that your seat had been taken. Now how is it that this girl had the nerve to take the desk you had been sitting at for over half the year? It basically had your name on it ny now and she’s sitting in it?

You sighed and took the closest seat, right in the front, the seat which no one occupied.

A few seconds later, the door flung open and you saw Taehyung and another one of his friends; Jungkook walk in with his arm draped over him. He saw you and looked surprised at your seating position but winked at you nonetheless.

You felt yourself blushing for some reason and returned your gaze to your desk.

As the lesson went on, you felt something hit the back of your head. You turned around to see Jungkook, who had been sitting behind you, throwing paper planes at your head.

You sighed and turned around. He was the bully of the whole group and you hated it whenever he would do something rude like this to other girls, but you had never really been the victim.

When the lesson was over, you realised you had enough paper planes to fill a basket.

Why would he waste paper like this?

When you were walking out, Jungkook stopped you at the doorway.

“Excuse me,” you said, trying to sound polite but when he didn’t move, you dropped it, “Move.”

“Why should I?”

“You’re so rude, you know that?” you said, looking up and locking eyes with him, your eyes as cold as ice (or so you hoped).

“Pardon?” he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips. That was when you saw behind him, the image of Taehyung looking worried to the point of actually saying something about the situation.

But he didn’t.

“Yeah and what was even the point of throwing all those paper planes at me?” you asked, putting a hand on your hips and pulling out the pile of paper you had collected from his endeavours.

He chuckled, looking at it, “It’s your fault for sitting there, aye?” he turned over his shoulder, asking Taehyung.

“Huh?” he asked, looking up and Jungkook. “Uh… yeah… your fault.” When you heard that, something hit the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know what it was, but you could distinguish it as a mix between anger and disappointment at Taehyung.

You shoved past Jungkook and dumped the paper in Taehyung’s hands.

“My apologies then.”

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You stared out the window as the cars passed by slowly, as you too slowly remembered how your life had changed in the past few days.

Flashback

She ran her fingers over his shoulders, down his bare back and he pulled her closer, looking like he really loved the feeling.

You couldn’t stop staring, you couldn’t stop the aching feeling growing inside of you, how you wished to be her.

How you couldn’t tear your eyes away, and stop the feeling inside of you of jealousy. He might have been in the position at school to be a player but that didn’t mean he was. In fact, the way you saw him was the complete opposite. He was the sweetest member of Bangtan and that was the reason you fell in love with him.

Something turned in the pit of your stomach.

You loved him.

No- you love him.

End of Flashback

And the reason you were so mad right now was exactly because of that.

The rain drops slowly slipped their way down the window, and you felt your sanity falling slowly too. That’s right. You were going insane without him. He was what kept you sane and now that he wasn’t there anymore made you somewhat a different person.

Your phone buzzed and your eyes widened when you saw the name on your screen.

Chimchim.

Flashback

“Jiminnie,” you cooed and shook your head, “Jimmy,” shaking your head again you kept trying, “JimJim. Chim! Chimchim!” You exclaimed and Jimin raised an eyebrow with the corners of his lips pulled up in a small smile and you knew you hit it. “Chimchim it is.”

“Yah don’t call me that,” he said, shoving your shoulder failingly.

“Why not? It’s cute, Chimchim,” you smiled and pressed your forehead to his. “And you like it too.”

He blinked slowly, “I-I don’t,” he leaned back and you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Do too!” you smirked.

“Do not!” he played along.

“Do not!” you bit your lip, knowing he was going to fall for it-

“Do too!”

You raised your arms in victory, “Chimchim is final,” you said and watched his facial expressions change as he registered what had happened.

“Wait! No that’s not fair!” he whined and you pulled out your phone.

In his contact you renamed Jimin to Chimchim and showed him the screen. “Final.”

End of Flashback

You sighed and hung up. What would he want anyway?

Your phone buzzed again.

Flashback.

You had been ignoring Jimin’s calls ever since that morning when he called your friend a fake and a liar. It was true; at that time the only friend you had besides Jimin was a fake but you didn’t know that, and you most definitely didn’t need Jimin to mom you and make you turn your back on her. You were going to fight till the end until he stopped calling her a fake.

Your teacher had finished her physics lesson and the door burst open, revealing a determined Jimin striding up the steps to your seat and grabbing you by the wrist before storming out with you.

“What are you doing?!” You hissed when you two were outside.

“You had been ignoring my calls so how else was I going to see you?”

“Why would you need to ‘see’ me? It’s not like we’re dating, go back to your kingka group of friends and leave me to my one 'fake’ friend.”

“Okay, Y/N-a, I’m sorry for calling her that, okay? But I promise that girl is no good for you, she really isn’t,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

Here we go again.

“But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about,” he said, turning your head to look him in the eye. “I need my best friend back, I’m sorry Y/N-ah.”

End of Flashback

You knew what he was going to do if you kept ignoring your calls, then why did you keep ignoring them?

Is it because you really didn’t want to talk to him or was it the complete opposite? Was it because subconsciously you wanted him to find you?

You decided it was the latter when you hopped off your bus and into the bus shelter, your breathing quickening and your heart beat fastening its pace when you saw that one person standing there, towering over you with a broad umbrella overhead. His hair wasn’t styled again today, as his bangs simply hung over his forehead. He wore a black sweater with some black jeans and a black beanie. Darkness overwhelmed him and you wondered where his colourfulness - sunshineness had gone.

“Jimin-ah?”

“Y/N-ah, we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you huffed as you hurriedly walked away.

“Y/N!” this time his voice sounded desperate, pleading for help. His voice was so powerful to have made you stop walking and make tears prick at the back of your eyes. However, you didn’t turn around but neither did you move a single muscle. You slowly felt the raindrops that had been pouring on you stop and you looked up, to see the familiar black umbrella shelter you from the rain.

“We don’t have to talk but I have something I need to say to you.”

“What is it?” you asked, not looking up at him.

Flashback.

“We need to talk Y/N-ah,” he said, pulling you onto the sofa of his apartment.

“What is it?” you asked anxiously, nothing bad had happened between you two in the past few days.

“I think I love my chemistry lab partner,” he said, looking into your eyes.

You huffed, sitting back, “Do you even know what love is?”

“Well do you?” he asked.

Yes. You thought. Yes I do Park Jimin. And it’s all your fault.

End of Flashback

“I think I love-”

“Lemme guess, you biology partner?”

You had heard that these two had been going pretty strong, the rumour that Jimin had asked her to the ball ringing through the school. Of course whenever you heard rumours about him, he was just a phone call away to confirm or deny the situation, but this was a different situation.

“No, not her,” he sighed, running his free hand through his hair.

“Then who is it this time? Someone in your English class? Ma-”

Your voice was cut off when you felt his grip on your chin and pull your lips onto yours.

You stared at him, blinking your eyes in disbelief. Unconsciously your hands went to his waist and you held it, checking to see if this was a dream or reality.

In the process of doing this, you elbowed his arm and he let go of the unbrella. The rain seeped it way through your hair and down your body but at that moment you didn’t seem to care. His fingers left your chin and travelled their way to your waist and your arms draped themselves over his shoulders as you laced your fingers through the locks at the back of his head. You felt him smile against your lips and you were just about to do the same as your hands rested on his shoulders. But the way his shirt had been drenched by the rain it felt bare like he was shirtless. And when you touched it, something came to your head.

A vision of another girl all over him and you stopped, taking a step back. You watched Jimin’s smile fade and his eyes grew at your expression.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” he asked and you felt tears mixed with rain drops fall down your cheeks.

You couldn’t help thinking.

He played you.

Mr Popular played you.

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Miss Popular and Mr Popular. The mainstream pair. Together for the sake of being together. It described your life so perfectly it hurt. One day one of the boys from Bangtan came up to you and asked you to ball. The reactions of the people around you only consisted of 'Awww' and 'Finally!' but no gasps or shock. It saddened you that everyone already expected it but you couldn't blame them.

As you approached the lunch table where Bangtan sat, you heard a mix of whistles and cute calls from everyone around you but you just rolled your eyes and continued to walk - no, strut your way to them.

You could see as each member exchanged glances and finally someone nudged Jungkook and he turned around, his eyes lazily searched around and when they saw you, he stood up.

"Hey Jungkook," you breathed, trying to sound polite.

"Yeah?" he asked impatiently, looking around.

You blinked at him in disbelief. How could he ask you to ball with not one bit of interest in you? You of course didn't particularly like the guy, but he was handsome and you were beautiful, it was meant to be. And you tried your hardest to make it seem like you two loved each other. He was not helping.

Suddenly you were pushed forward and you felt your arms flailing as you closed your eyes; this was going to be the end of your social life.

But when you opened your eyes, you were looking into the large, doe eyes of none other than Jeon Jungkook. While your faces were just inches apart you noticed the way his eyes crinkled at the end when he smiled. But when you lowered your eyes to his smile, everything about it screamed

Fake. Fake. Fake.

You heard sounds of adoration by the people around you and you rolled your eyes as you pulled yourself off of him.

"Be careful," he whispered, looking into your eyes and brushing your hair out of your eyes.

You hated the way that while you were popular, you felt the need to stage things like this in order to make other people jealous. Was it really necessary? No. But you did it anyway.

It sickened you as you watched Jungkook act all loving toward you and you sighed and strode away, having enough of it all.

"Yah. L/Y/N," your best friend scolded you while lounging on your bed.

"What?" you asked, looking to her.

"I can't believe you just walked away from your boyfriend like that today," she said, as she popped a piece of her salad into her mouth.

You lifted the velvet blanket off of you and joined her on your 4-Poster bed.

"I told you, he's not my boyfriend," you poked her forehead.

"Well you two sure try hard to make yourselves look like the star couple," she laughed.

You sighed and flopped on the bed, facing the ceiling. "I don't know what to do. Soon it's going to be so obvious we're together just for the sake of being together," you said to her, "but I want Ball to be a night to remember. I need to convince even myself that Jungkook and I were at least slightly in love so that I can look back on the day and smile."

"Oh honey," she rested a hand on your shoulder and you understood.

Being popular may come with benefits but many of the disadvantages including pretending to be happy, pretending to be rich and pretending to be perfect. It hurt you, but it was your reality.

The next day at school, you were determined to do something about Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" you called as he finished aiming and shot a ball through the hoop.

He turned to you and walked over, snatching Jimin's towel and rubbed with it at the back of his head.

"Yes Y/N?" you weren't even surprised at how rude he sounded.

"What are you doing after school today?" you asked him.

"Football training," he said, "Why?"

"I'll meet you after practice and let's catch a movie?" you asked and he looked almost shocked to hear you ask him out.

"U-Uh, what movie are you talking about?" he asked and you could tell he was trying to find a way out of it.

"I figured you would be too tired to go to the cinemas so what about a movie at my place?"

"B-"

Before he could reply, the bell for the start of school rang and you smiled triumphantly, "See you then!"

You had called home to check if anyone was there and then remembered your parents had told you they were going on a holiday this weekend and you had the house to yourself.

You sat on the benches of the football practice field and watched the team as they trained. Your friends had bid you goodbye with cheeky smiles when you said you were waiting for Jungkook. It was a Friday night, which meant they were going to the salon to get their weekly makeover.

You concentrated your eyes back on Jungkook as he ran through other players, the ball under his arm and passed the ball to Jung Hoseok, another star player, scoring a goal with class - or as much class as a football game could give.

When his training was done, he noticed you walking toward him, holding a drink bottle and a towel. When you got to him all you could hear was whistling and laughing from his team mates and you rolled your eyes, shooting them a flirtatious smile.

You felt Jungkook's eyes on you the whole time and when you looked back at him, he chuckled.

"Go and get changed, I'll wait here," you said to him and he slowly nodded.

"Okay."

But as he walked away, you saw some part at the back of his neck bleeding to its extreme. And before you knew it, Jungkook was slowly leaning to the right, his arms leaving his side and lifting. He kept falling, slowly, falling, slowly. It took too long for it to register in your head but when it did, you ran and caught him in time before he fell to the ground.

Your concerned eyes lifted and looked to the team for help as they stared at you two in shock. Hoseok was the first to act as he stood up and ran to you, lifting Jungkook in his arms and placing him gently on the table.

Jimin ran in with the first aid kit, Seokjin checked his heart beat, Namjoon was checking his breathing, Yoongi was checking his sweat and Taehyung was bringing in water bottles. Why did it seem like they had some sort of protocol? Why did it seem like this happened to them all the time?

Soon enough Jungkook had woken up.

"Yah!" Jimin yelled, slapping Jungkook's thigh, "How can you scare us like that?"

"How much water are you drinking Jungkook-ah? It doesn't seem like enough."

Jungkook put his mouth on the water bottle and started drinking.

"Can I have a band aid and some disinfectant cloth?" you asked Jimin and his eyes widened.

"Why? Are you hurt?" he asked, running around you to figure out where.

"No," you laughed, "for Jungkook."

"Oh right," he smiled, reaching into the first aid kit, "here."

You took it and walked to Jungkook's back, putting the band aid down on the table and dabbed at the blood. You felt his body tense but you continued.

You didn't even realise the members leaving, as you were too concentrated.

"Does this happen often to you guys?" you asked as you were almost done.

"Every once in a while, yes," he replied honestly.

"Wow," you put on the band aid. "You need rest."

When you got home, you let Jungkook change into his sweater and when he came in, you had to force yourself to stop looking at him.

He just looked so cozy in that sweater, some part of you just wanted to run up to him and cuddle him.

You didn't... like him, did you?

You shook your head, trying to shake your thoughts and you heard Jungkook chuckle next to you, "You alright?"

You nodded as you took the popcorn put of the microwave and took it to the sofa. He joined you on the sofa and you played a movie.

Soon enough, you felt a heavy weight on your shoulder and you turned to look at it, only to find Jungkook's head on it. You took a deep breath. He looked like an angel, his eyes closed and his hair draped slightly in front of it.

Instinctively, your free hand went and stroked his cheek. But you stopped.

What are you doing?

Maybe… just maybe you did like him.

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You walked past the park every day, watching the swings as they lay there, empty and lonely. Remembering the old times hurt you, but you kept torturing yourself for reasons only God knows why.

As you walked past, you would see the images of you and him, running around, tickling each other, and laughing to your heart's content. You missed the old days. You missed him.

Every day you would see him at school and it would pull at your broken heart. If wasn't fair that you had to live everyday wanting him, needing him, but he was moving on, dating millions of other girls, attending every party in town and building his successful career with his stunning grades.

How was it that he loses you, but you suffer? How was it that he breaks up with you, leaving you in the pit of misery while he felt no remorse? You wished you could be like him, treat your relationship as a little bump in the road and move on. But you couldn't. You had already realised that there was only reason you couldn't move on. It was be because you loved him. You love him. And although he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you still felt it in your heart.

It was senior year, and ball was just around the corner. Ever since you and Seokjin had been dating last year, you imagined ball to be a night to remember. Accompanied by the most handsome and kindest man of all, going with your bestest of friends and wearing the most beautiful dress you have ever laid eyes on (you had it ready long before; it was your grandmother’s dress, and although it was underrated, it was gorgeous).

But now it was all different.

He no longer was the kindest man in the world, at least not to you. His stares were cold, his voice was rough and you two no longer told each other anything, let alone everything.

As you walked past, your eyes rested on the bench in the corner, and a figure emerged, sitting on it, leaning back onto his arms with his palms flat on the bench. A painful smile arose on your face as you realised your brain was bringing back a memory. An image of you appeared, walking toward the boy on the bench, with a smile.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, looking at you with a smile, taking you in.

“Hey,” you said shyly. No one had ever called you beautiful so casually like he did, it led you to believe that he actually thought you were.

“How was your day?” he asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You felt the you right now tear up as you saw the old you close your eyes, breathing in his presence. Him being there with you, touching you, talking to you seemed so much like a miracle, a dream. You tried not to take anything for granted back then.

“Tiring,” your old self admitted, “but not anymore.”

You saw the smile that appeared on your face. It was a beautiful smile. You looked beautiful. Surely what they say is true; you look the most beautiful when you are in love. Little did you know, you were going to get your vulnerable little heart crushed as stepped on in only a few days.

The nostalgia was getting to you, and you didn’t know how you were going to cope with it. You knew the best idea was to let it all go, so you ran to the bench and sat down, laying your bag and your books on top of it and burying your head into your knees.

The tears just fell free from there, you weren’t able to control them.

You still hadn’t gotten over your broken heart from him and the pain of it was getting to you.

You wiped your eyes and looked up to the sky, taking in a deep breath as if it was going to give you strength. Once you dropped your head in level with everything else, you saw someone in the distance, someone whose figure you had recognised and your heart dropped.

He had his arm wrapped around yet another girl’s waist as they laughed and he kissed her on the lips multiple times.

Sure you were jealous, how could you not be?

You continued to torture yourself again as you watched the two lovebirds dawdle their way to the park before they stopped and shared one disgusting stupid kiss and she walked away.

He, however, continued to walk this way to the park and sat at the swings. He slowly swung back and forth, looking almost sad.

You stood up to walk past him, but kept your eyes glued to the back of his head.

He took his phone out and pressed the home screen, making it light up with an old picture of… you?

It was a selca you two had taken last year, his forehead and yours stuck together while you two shared a milkshake. But why did he still have that photo?

You couldn’t lie, all of a sudden you had a little flame of hope light in your heart.

Your hand went out to tap him on the shoulder but his head fell and he looked down.

Retreat. Retreat.

“What have I done?” you heard him mutter under his breath.

What is he talking about?

Suddenly you had the urge to stroke his hair and envelope him in a huge because you couldn’t bear to see him hurting.

But you refrained from doing so.

He slowly stood up and scanned the park, looking for something and you realised that at this rate he was going to see you so you tried to walk away and duck down but…

“Y/N?”

Your eyes widened when you heard your name being called and you slowly turned around.

“What are you doing here?” his voice was cold, and this just made you want to talk to him in the exact same tone.

“I could ask the same to you,” you replied.

“I have the right to freedom,” he scoffed.

“As do I,” you said, folding your arms.

At that he went quiet and looked to your feet, unable to meet your eyes.

The silence that hung over you two started getting awkward so you realised that it was your cue to leave. You took a small step back and started walking away but you swore you heard him say something.

His breath hid the words but you heard them.

You were almost sure he was talking about you.

“Why did I ever think losing you was a good idea?”

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You were curious about him. He walked around the school, always looking happy with his friends, however, you couldn't help but notice the way his sleeves would be elongated over his arms, and the way his shoes seems old and rusty but painted over with black polish time and time again to make them look intact. Of course he was part of the popular kids so there was nothing to worry, you thought. They were all rich and could all afford new clothes and new shoes, whenever they needed.

But why did he seem... different?

He was the only member of Bangtan who would bully a girl, and then run back to her afterward, begging for forgiveness.

Today it was your turn.

You were walking down the hallway, clutching your books tightly to your chest. You weren't particularly popular, but you were up there. People respected you for your appearance, your grades and your social life. You thought it was a win-win-win especially because you weren't under the pressure of being perfect in the public eye.

Suddenly something hard hit your back and you spun around, knowing that there literally was almost no one in this school who would dare to do that to you.

"Oh... uhm, sorry," Yoongi knelt down and picked up the basketball that had just been shoved into your back.

"Sorry?" you asked, putting a hand on your hip and looking around. There was hardly anyone in this hallway and so the possibility of it hitting you accidentally was almost null.

"Yeah," he mumbled when he stood up.

You finally began to understand why there were so many girls obsessing over this guy. He had the type of look that could be anyone's ideal type. The many times his friends and him played with different hair colours, you realised now, was becoming a blessing. The grey hair that flowed over his forehead suited his skin tone and hung over his eyes in all the right places. His tiny eyes looked beautiful in the way they looked up at you with their special glint. His lips were pursed in a straight line with a kind of sophisticated look about them.

How had you not realised this about him before?

"Sorry is something you say when you do something accidentally," you said and he slowly lifted his head. Even if it were for a brief moment, you were sure you saw a tad of fear run through his face.

"It... was an accident," he muffled.

"C'mon, you know better than to lie to me," you raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. Although he was slightly taller than you, at that moment, you seemed more intimidating that he.

"I didn't know it was you," he mumbled yet again.

You had had enough of his quiet words so you lifted his head with his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"Oh right, because if it were any other girl, it would be okay?" you asked and dared him to say no, knowing full well that he was going to although he thought the opposite.

Suddenly a rush of cheers and laughter rang through the empty hallway and you immediately dropped your hand, looking over his shoulder to see the rest of his squad walking over.

"Yo! Yoongi hyung!" the leader, who went by the name Monster, called.

You watched as Yoongi shifted his feet uncomfortably, as if he hated the fact he was caught by them with you.

"Who's this?" another one, whom everyone called Hope as it contradicted everything about him and he loved that, drawled.

He looked at you almost lustfully and took a stray hair from in front of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"Hope-ah, don't touch her," Yoongi quietly muttered and he stopped touching your hair to look at him in surprise. "Don't touch Y/N."

This time it was your turn to look at him with surprise. He knew your name? But more importantly, he was being protective of you?

"Oh okay, sorry hyung," Hope chuckled and ruffled his hair, "I guess you're his new woman," he drawled once again, "I'm Jung Hoseok."

"Namjoon," the earlier one said, nodding in your direction.

"Jimin," the last one, said after being silent this whole time.

You couldn't say anything, they were suddenly being nice to you?

"Okay hyung, see you later," Namjoon said and pat him on the back before raising a hand at me in acknowledgment.

"Oh... no, I'm coming t-too," Yoongi said, clearly uncomfortable this time but Hoseok stopped him.

"No, it's okay, spend some time with her, take her to class," he said with a smug smile on his face and then they were all gone.

Your former superior attitude had shrunk to the size of a pea by now as you watched Yoongi stare at the ground, unknowing of what to do.

You sighed and this made him look up to you, "I have Biology now," you told him and his eyes slowly widened, "In room SCI23."

"Oh... okay," he said and started walking in the direction of your classroom while you followed behind him.

As you walked past the endless classrooms, and finally to your own one, you saw thousands upon thousands of people looking down on you with envy.

And was it pride you felt as you held your chin up high?

"Thanks," you said to Yoongi and he nodded.

"See ya," was his response before he walked back down the hallway.

You walked into your Biology class with everyone's eyes on you, but you ignored them and sat next to your friends, who had mentally told you that they were going to roast you later tonight.

After school was over and you were walking home, you saw someone walking home from school on the opposite side of the road. You watched him as he walked on, completely oblivious to your own surroundings and to the fact that you had already passed your house.

All of a sudden you arrived at an area of your neighbourhood labelled as the misfit area. The houses were all worn down, fences broken, letterboxes crushed, everything about it screamed affordable pricing. The boy came to an abrupt stop at one house and I realised why. Inside you could hears screaming and glass shattering. You began to feel anxious.

The boy dropped his school bag and ran into the building while you followed on his tail, standing in front of the house.

You heard screams, things falling, things breaking, people crying.

You couldn't compose yourself but you shook your head, telling yourself not to get involved in other people's business. It wasn't your family. It wasn't your friend. It had nothing to do with you.

You slowly turned around and started to walk back but the door bust open and you spun around to see Yoongi, who now had a cut on his cheek and a bruise on his arm, running down the steps and with a swift look at you, crashed into you.

In that moment you couldn't think of anything else and you wrapped your arms around him, securing him, protecting him, comforting him. You squeezed your arms tighter and he threw his head around your neck, burying it in your shoulder.

Popularity can hide many secrets.

You thought.

And you just uncovered one of them. 

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He was a playboy. Actually, scratch that, they all were. All seven members were ones who took delight in switching between every single girl in school. But this one member took this to the extreme. Once he found out there was a girl who didn’t lust for him, he made it a sport to make her his new woman, before leaving her for another. That was his hobby, his enjoyment.

It wasn’t hard for him either, with his strong build, arms that imitated mountains when placed straight and shoulders that weren’t the broadest but the way they sleeked their way atop his back was art. He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep brown chocolate, flecks of orange light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite.

But you weren’t going to fall for it. The fact that you didn’t even fancy him made him want you to fall for him the most. And you knew it. But there was only one thought that went through your mind when you thought about it was that two can play this game.

Your lab partner for the semester was announced and of course it was him. As you walked to your lab station, you heard some sort of cocky footsteps following behind your tail.

“I brought the chemicals,” you turned around to see Hoseok walk to you with a sideways smile, standing in front of you and winding his arms around your body, placing the flasks on the table behind you.

You were forced to hold your breath at the close proximity between you two. He didn’t take a step back though, just stayed there, your lips only inches apart, and he stared deep into your eyes, his sly smile not flinching one bit.

“What should we start with?”

You decided he wasn’t going to play this game with you alone.

“I don’t know, you lead,” you drawled, your eyes dropping to his lips and taking the slightest step closer to him, so much so that your chests were basically touching.

He winced, visibly surprised at your demeanour.

“Let’s start the reaction,” he replied dropping his own eyes to your lips, not fazed by your actions anymore.

“Let’s,” you nodded, walking past him, but not before slightly bumping into his shoulder.

The next few minutes consisted of you two passing the flasks and test tubes to each other, ‘accidentally’ running your hands across his bare arms, your arms hugging his waist as when you ‘couldn’t reach around him’ while putting the bottles on the table.

The lunch bell rang when you were almost done and you sighed, trying to let out all your breath before he came back with the cleaning supplies. Being a slut was hard work.

“You two are the only ones left,” a loud voice boomed and you shot your head up to look around.

You teacher was watching you, arms folded, in disappointment.

“I certainly told you to be done by the bell,” you looked around, not believing that you two were the only ones who hadn’t finished. “Maybe if you two weren’t flirting three quarters of the time, you might have gotten something done.”

Flirting?

The teacher noticed?

That’s embarrassing.

She just raised her eyebrows at you two, telepathically saying that she expected better before turning and taking something off her desk.

“Here, I want you two to hand these out in front of the Summer Carnival this Saturday, I hadn’t found anyone and I was getting a feeling that I may have had to do it myself, thank goodness I don’t.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Hoseok bet you to it.

“But Miiiiiiiss,” he whined and you suddenly felt the rebellious side of you start to appear.

“Of course we will,” you said, glancing over at Hoseok for a brief second, seeing him stare at you in disbelief and then anger. When you walked over to grab the papers from the teacher, you did it with your chin up high, in victory.

But the papers all came in at once on top of your hands and boy were they heavy.

You heard Hoseok sigh and trudge over to you, taking the papers out of your hand and putting them on the desk.

“Fine,” he huffed, looking you square in the eye as if to say;

Game on.

You and Hoseok had arranged to meet in front of your house at 7 in the morning before heading to the carnival together. Your agenda was to hand out the flyers and have a brief stop for fifteen minutes to have breakfast, and then it was back to handing out flyers. Honestly, although you were the one who accepted the job, you didn’t want to be there, so finishing the task quickly was your main priority.

But what came second? The game. The tireless game tossed in between the two of you.

Because of this infamous game, you picked out a pair of your black leather pants that hugged your legs the whole way down, and paired it with a grey sweater, although it didn’t accentuate your body as it was loose, it draped over your shoulders, leaving your collarbone bare and exposed. You thought today was the day the game would be over. You could set the result in stone after all this.

You opened the door to reveal Hoseok, leaning against his red sports car, it was lean and gleaming like a gem. Obviously he had taken the same route as you, trying to dress to impress. And you had to admit; it was working. He wore black jeans, and although they seemed baggy compared to your pants, they did a good job of showing the thin lines of his legs, coupled with a plain white shirt (and you were surprised with how well he could pull it off) and a light blue denim jacket. On his feet were a pair of converse; he dressed casual, but he looked really good.

“Ready to go?” he asked, as soon as you were within earshot. He, too, took a moment to digest your attire, looking you from head to Timberlands, and the look on his face after… was he awestruck?

“Always,” you sent him your pearly smile and his own smile faltered, as if he wasn’t expecting that.

He walked around the car with you following behind him and opened the door for you. You purposefully took an extra step toward him so that you two were the smallest distance apart and smiled, “Thanks,” before hopping into his car.

The car door closing was a bit delayed and you smiled victoriously as it meant that simple thanks had a pretty big effect on him.

It took eleven minutes and thirty two seconds to get to your destination – yes you were counting – and you immediately got out of the car when he parked. Opening the boot, you took out a wad of papers and strode to the entrance, getting into position to start handing out the flyers. Hoseok was obviously lagging on that too, getting there a minute after you and rolling his eyes when he saw the large animal mascot (the poor guy dressed as a dog in the large costume who had just taken a break from dancing) came to talk to both of you.

“Hey guys!” he said, sounding too cheery for both of you this early in the morning.

“Hey,” you smiled, trying to be polite.

“You want help?” he asked, pointing to your flyers, “I can spread these around because it’s hard to get that many people in the mornings.”

“It’s okay, just do your job better,” Hoseok muttered, not even sparing a glance at the mascot.

“Yah!” you hissed, slapping his arm.

“Excuse me?” the mascot asked, looking dumbfounded.

Hoseok didn’t reply, but continued to hand out flyers.

“Could you do a better job?” the mascot asked Hoseok and he contemplated for a while.

“Yeah. Yeah I could.”

“Alright then, I guess this calls for a dance battle,” the mascot said, walking over to the past of the grounds that was covered with a mat, where he was meant to be dancing this whole time.

Your eyes widened and you grabbed onto Hoseok’s arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked and he turned around, looking down at you and then at your hands.

At this you slowly removed your hands from his arm but continued to look up at him.

He didn’t reply however, just smiled and walked onto the platform. You brought your hand to your forehead, producing a slapping sound and looking to them, expecting some second hand embarrassment coming your way.

The mascot danced first, working the dancefloor like a boss, just as you had anticipated. Then he walked off, motioning for Hoseok to start and you prepared yourself to lower your head in shame, but what he did next surprised you.

He was exceptionally good!

His movements and expressions seemed almost professional. The way he freestyled to the beat of the song, moving his head and feeling the music made a small spark of admiration ignite in you.

He could dance?

When they were done, he and the mascot laughed about something and they apologized to each other, before Hoseok walked over to you. You couldn’t retain your normal expression as you had just been staring at him wide-eyed.

He chuckled and brushed a stray hair from in front of your face behind your ear, not looking into your eyes once.

“Let’s get breakfast. I’m hungry.”

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Kim Namjoon wasn't really known to be the biggest playboy out of them all, mostly because he had had a steady girlfriend for over a year now. He and the school's head cheerleader were in love, well at least everybody thought they were.

"YO, MONSTER!" somebody boomed through the hallway and Namjoon turned around, his lips curling up at the familiar voice.

"YO KOOKIE!" Namjoon hollered and walked toward him. When they met in the middle, they did their normal bro 'handshake-to-hug' thing.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Namjoon asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I don't know, I think we have a date later on tonight, but I'm not so sure," Jungkook scrunched his face up in wonder.

Namjoon chuckled and shook his head at the maknae, "You have yet a long way to learn about the miracle of love, my child."

"Yeah because you're so great at it," Jungkook snorted and something caught his attention over Namjoon's shoulder, and when he realised what he was seeing, his eyes widened.

Namjoon started to turn around to see what it was but Jungkook stopped him when he grabbed a hold of his shoulders and turned him back around.

"Hyung! Did I tell you that I got 2nd in my class for English on our last exam?"

"Uh-huh..." he wasn't paying much attention as he turned around to see what it was behind him, and despite Jungkook trying to turn him back around, he saw it, and dropped his hands to his side.

"I... can't..."

"Hyung, let's go," Jungkook started to pull on Namjoon's hand but he didn't move.

"HEY GUYS WHAT'S UP!" a voice – which later was recognised to be Yoongi's – said.

"Yeah why are you- OH," Jimin was next when he saw the sight in front of them. He stood in front of Namjoon, as if to block his line of sight and grabbed onto Namjoon's other hand as they both started tugging him away.

"She... was cheating?" his voice was almost a whisper as he let himself be dragged to the music room by the others. "All this time... I thought we were in love... but she was cheating?"

"Hyung you don't know that-"

"YOU SAW IF WITH YOUR OWN DAMN EYES!" Namjoon burst, jerking his hands from their grip. "MY GIRLFRIEND ALL OVER ANOTHER GUY!"

"Namjoon-ah..." Yoongi's voice was soothing, "Take a deep breath and don't say anything too rash, okay?"

"How can I not-" before he could finish his sentence, he was thrown into the Music room, meeting the rest of the members. "-say anything too rash?"

"Say anything too rash about what?"

"Oh, Namjoon's-" Jimin started but-

"Yah," Yoongi cut him off.

"It's okay, tell them," Namjoon huffed and slugged over to the nearest seat, sitting in it and leaning back.

"We saw Namjoon hyung's girlfriend making out with another guy," Jimin finished what he had to say and when the members looked to Namjoon in surprise, as if to verify what he said and he nodded his head.

"Hyung!" Taehyung exclaimed and ran over to him, enveloping him in one of his famous bear hugs.

It was funny, because outside this music room, these seven boys were tougher than tough ever got, but when they were inside, within their own company – and nobody else – they seemed like completely different people.

"Forget her," Hoseok seethed, crossing his arms over his chest, "Nobody breaks my brother's heart with me just standing by watching. You need to break up with her and forget her."

"How do I forget somebody who I-"

"Don't you dare say love Kim Namjoon," Seokjin warned, "If you do, I will kick your head in."

"How can I just forget her?" Namjoon corrected himself, rolling his eyes at the eldest.

"I have an idea!" Jungkook raised his hand like a child and pulled a chair, sitting on it backwards.

The members ignored him and pulled out Namjoon's phone from his pocket. Dialling her number, Yoongi put it on speakerphone.

"Break up with her," Seokjin whispered and Namjoon widened his eyes when he realised what they were doing. He tried to snatch the phone away but-

"Hello?" It was too late.

Namjoon was about to say something in return but Jungkook ran over and snatched the phone away from Yoongi's hand, hanging up on her.

"YAH!" Seokjin glared at him, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Jungkook took the phone and sat back in his seat, looking around at everybody in the circle. Taehyung and Jimin were both sitting just like him, with the chair facing backward as they leaned forward on the top of its back, while the hyungs were all sitting in their chairs properly. He gave the phone to Jimin and continued to talk.

"I said I had an idea," Jungkook cleared his throat. "It's a good one, I promise!"

"Okay, hurry up maknae," Yoongi grew impatient as he jogged his knee up and down.

"Hyung," Jungkook turned to Namjoon, "Pretend you're dating another girl."

The room fell silent and everyone sighed, "Is that seriously your idea?"

"No! Wait! Hyung, if you pretend you were cheating all the while she was, don't you think you would get her back, better?"

"Wahhh Kookie's all grown up!" Jimin awed beside him, ruffling his hair.

Jungkook didn't looked away from Namjoon, but whacked Jimin's hand from his hair, "It's fool proof, isn't it?"

"I don't know..."

"C'mon hyung!" Jungkook whined and Namjoon caved.

"Alright, we are the school's bad boys, right?" he muttered, "It's expected for us to be mean like this."

"Asa!"

Everything was planned out; Namjoon would make his girlfriend – or rather, ex-girlfriend – jealous by pretending to date another, but there was just one problem.

Who was he going to pretend to date?

He wandered up and down the hallway, completely missing out on period five, but what did that matter? He needed his pride and school wasn't going to get in the way of that.

With his head low, he felt himself bump into something. Or more like someone.

"Excuse me," you let out and he looked up to you, appalled that you said it.

"Y/N?"

This was your turn to be surprised. Of course you knew him, who didn't?

But he knew you? That was knew. Yes, you two were in the same class from grades 1-6 (your school had the weird system where the class stayed the same for the whole of elementary) but that was ages ago. Did you expect him to remember you? No. Of course not. No normal person would have, especially since you two hadn't talked at all during middle and high school.

You didn't know what to say, how to reply. Were you even meant to reply?

You slowly lifted your head, deciding that you were going to wing it and say whatever came to mind, but you saw him look at something behind your shoulder before grabbed you and thrusting you against the lockers.

Your eyes widened in shock as you started to fight him back, not being able to comprehend anything that was going on. But he bet you to it, he placed his right hand on your waist and the other hand against your neck, pulling you closer.

What is happening?

You tried to pull away but it was too late when he placed his lips on yours. 

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It was a stupid thought, however.

You liking Jeon Jungkook?

No.

Couldn’t be.

You two had been cosplaying a relationship for so long, maybe your acting was making you think differently. You knew he was an asshole. You knew he could be rude when he wanted. Of course you didn’t like him. How could you?

However, after that day at your home, you had been obliviously avoiding him. Whenever you would see him in the hallways, you would start to walk away. Whenever you heard his name come up in conversation, you tried to change the subject. Whenever you realised he was even in the same room as you, you came up with an excuse to leave the room.

Why did you go out of your way just to get out of his way?

Okay, you were lying to yourself this whole time.

But the weird thing is, after that day you think something changed in Jungkook as well.

He no longer was ignoring your texts and calls, but instead being the first to try and contact you. He would ask your friends to convey messages to you and wait for you outside your classrooms but you would steer away before he saw you. Whenever you managed to escape him, you thought you were too lucky.

But you ran out of your luck when you were cornered by three of his friends, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Hey Y/N,” Jimin said as they swaggered to you.

“Hi,” you replied shortly and tried to quickly dodge them but you couldn’t, they filled up the width of the hallway, leaving no room to get out.

“Okay, ler’s get straight to it, shall we?” Taehyung asked them, looking around and Hoseok nodded before asking;

“Why are you avoiding Jungkookie?”

You gulped.

How were you going to get out of this mess? They were intimidating just standing there, but now that you had to make up a lie to get them off your tail?

“Uhm, I haven’t been avoiding him…” you started with denial.

“Bullshit,” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“And you know it too,” Jimin nodded his chin at you.

“You expect us to believe that?”

“No, I really haven’t been avoiding him!” Insistence.

“Can you just answer us with honesty because this all is just draining my energy,” Taehyung said lazily, “We need to go to practice after this.”

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms, “If I go on a date with him tonight, will that get you off my back?”

“The boys smiled victoriously, “Yes. Yes it would.”

–

Then it was all sorted. You were going to meet the whole group at bowling and then go out to the local diner for dinner. All of your friends were invited but none of them planned on coming so you thought again about it. Was it really a good idea? What if you just felt yourself fall? Fall deeper into the man who is Jeon Jungkook.

You lay on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

“What should I do?”

You had to face him sooner or later, you two were ‘dating’ right?

Right there and then you came up with the best solution – one which would guarantee complete abstinence from falling for him – and decided that you were going to act on it tonight.

You pulled out your black skinny jeans and white crop top (your infamous fashion sense only ever consisted of black and white clothes actually) and coupled them with some timberlands and a Varsity jacket.

Looking over at the clock, you took a deep breath at your reflection in the mirror and headed for the door. Today you were going to do it. You were going to get over Jeon Jungkook.

–

Bowling was extremely fun. You never knew how funny the boys were, especially because at school they always had their bad boy masks on, but here, they weren’t hiding anything. Probably because they thought that you and Jungkook were real.

Even they didn’t realise you two were fake.

Afterward, all of you started walking to the diner and in the corner of your eyes you saw Yoongi typing something in his phone and not even a second later Namjoon got a call.

“Hello?”

The boys looked to him but he continued talking, “Oh, yeah, okay, right now? Of course, see you there!”

When he hung up, he looked to us and sighed, “Sorry guys I’m going to have to go, Coach wanted to see me for some extra training. Turns out my goal scoring average declined in the past few games,” he started hopping away, while waving his hands, “See you later Y/N!”

You nodded and then he vanished.

“Oh!” Taehyung burst, interrupting the silence, “I just remembered! Jiminnie and I have to finish our English assignment or we’re going to be in deep with the teacher,” he wound an arm around Jimin’s neck, “Sorry to leave so early but I’ll talk to you later, Y/N, bye!”

They left too.

“Shit, I think I left the oven on at home,” Seokjin muttered and turned to us, his puppy dog eyes protruding.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead,” Jungkook said tiredly.

“See you Y/N, don’t stay out too late children!”

With that Seokjin was gone, also.

“Crap, I have to uh… feed the dog,” Hoseok said and looked over at Yoongi anxiously.

“We don’t have a dog?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“I mean fish… I have to feed the fish,” Hoseok shook his head.

“We don’t have fish either.”

“I just… have to go,” he mumbled and ruffled the maknae’s hair.

“I’m coming with!” Yoongi said and before Jungkook could call back to them, they had left.

Now you two were alone on the street to the diner.

He was just walking comfortably (although silently) to the entrance while you were biting your lip, trying to think of a way to do what you were here to do.

You two entered the diner and walked to a booth, but before Jungkook could slide into the seat, you reached out to grab his wrist.

He turned to look at you with a confused expression.

“Y/N…”

“Jungkook, we need to talk,” you said, trying not to meet his eye.

He sighed, as if he knew it was coming, “What about?”

“About this,” you pulled your hand away from him, “About us.”

“Okay good, because I wanted to talk about us as we-” he started to say but that was just when you had mustered enough courage to finally say what you wanted to say.

So you cut him off.

“Let’s break up.”