“Your Lee Y/n?”
The question hung in the air, delivered with a scrutinizing gaze that made my skin crawl. He was assessing me like a baker inspecting a cake, judging my flavor and texture. I scoffed, irritation bubbling up.
“So you’re saying I’m ugly?”
His eyes widened at the accusation, and he began to stammer, hands waving frantically in denial. “Oh no, no, no, no, no! I didn’t mean that!”
He hadn’t. He’d stood up straight, a small smile playing on his lips, and stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets. “I think you’re cute.”
A blush crept up my cheeks, unwelcome and insistent. Even though I was furious, a warmth spread through me. How could someone be so infuriatingly sweet? How could he be so rude one moment and then, moments later, a ridiculously cute bunny-like child?
“W-Whatever. Let’s just go inside.”
•♪•♪•♪•
He handed me a science textbook. I opened it, and my eyes widened. Neon yellow highlighter illuminated the pages, making the words pop. It looked…cool. And pretty.
“Nitrogen…Oxygen…”
I mumbled the highlighted words, recognizing them instantly. The periodic table. I’d memorized it in seventh grade. Why was he showing me this? I looked up at him in confusion.
“Of course. Your mother told me about the subjects and lessons you always forget, and one of those is the periodic table. Now go and start taking notes.”
“Why though?”
He chuckled, that infuriatingly cute bunny smile flashing again. He leaned back on the couch, pulling his hood over his head and closing his eyes. “Because after thirty minutes, I’m going to start asking you questions about each element. Now get studying.”
“Okay…but what if I don’t want to?”
I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked, and a wave of nervousness washed over me. What was he going to do?
“Then I’m going to kiss you if you don’t.”
I scoffed, looking away, a flush rising in my cheeks. “As if you would…”
I muttered, opening the book and trying to commit the elements to memory. My brain felt sluggish, stubbornly refusing to cooperate.
•♪•♪•♪•
“Times up.”
He exclaimed, leaning over me. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep. What was wrong with me?
“Nooo~ I fell asleep~”
He chuckled, ruffling my hair as I whined. I fixed my hair while he sat next to me.
“But that doesn’t count, princess.”
He teased, and I ignored him, leaning over the couch and closing my eyes, determined to avoid studying. Then, suddenly, I felt something brush against my lips. My eyes snapped open. I looked at Jungkook, who was smirking. My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth.
“W-What did you just do?”
I stuttered, shocked. He just chuckled, and his eyes met mine, and I knew I was completely and utterly doomed.
“I told you I would kiss you if you didn’t study, didn’t I?”
My eyes went wide. I jumped up and ran towards my room, hearing footsteps behind me. The door was right there, just a few feet away. *Let me inside, please.* I slammed it shut and locked it.
“Y/n open up!”
He said, knocking on the door. His voice was soft now. I slid down the door, sitting on the floor. He’d kissed me. He’d taken my first kiss!
*What a pervert!*
“Come on, Y/n open up.”
He said, still knocking. I stood up and jumped onto my bed, pulling the blankets over my head. “No! You took my first kiss, you pervert!”
I yelled into the blankets, furious. Mom always told me I'd kiss the person I'd marry, but that future was shattered.
“Y/n I’m sorry okay…”
“Sorry? Your sorry isn’t going to bring back what you just did!”
*Y/n calm down. Just calm down.* I took deep breaths, in and out. I felt my heart rate slow. Then I heard my bedroom door click open.
*It’s open?!*
Jungkook walked in, his face calm, his hands on the doorknob. He looked at me apologetically. He held a set of keys in his hand.
*Wait… those are our house keys!*
“H-How did you get those?”
I stammered again, for what felt like the hundredth time today. He just kept coming closer, and I kept backing away. He plopped down on my bed.
“Y/n, I’m really sorry.”
He kept coming closer, and I kept moving away until I almost fell off the bed. Jungkook lunged forward, grabbing me, and we tumbled to the floor. He landed on top of me, his arms securing me in place.
“Jungkook, get off me!”
I stuttered, staring into his eyes. We were both silent for a moment, his hot breath warming my face. His toned arms looked… hot. Then he said something that completely caught me off guard.
“Why don’t you start calling me Oppa, princess?”