ART OF SEDUCTION: PEEVISHNESS written by hannanusman
BTS ONE-SHOT COMPILATION
[A Jeon Jungkook One-shot]
[Seduction Series]
©CT2017 All Rights Reserved
Fanfiction/ Teen Fiction

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Finished: December 28, 2016
Published: December 31, 2017

The fifth installment of Seduction Series.

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I've been shutting you off my world but you keep on coming back. My peevishness versus your persistent heart. I didn't know that you brought a very powerful weapon… a key.

Naitulak ko si Jungkook Jeon nang malapit nang magdikit ang mga labi namin. Sa lakas ng tulak ko ay natumba siya sa sahig, butt first. Ngumiwi ako.

That should be hurt. Lalo na't tiled floor ang sahig ng stage ng Theater Auditorium.

"What happened?!" Napatayo mula sa pagkaka-upo sa mesa sa harap ng stage si Ma'am Domingo, ang faculty leader ng Theater Organization.

Hawak-hawak niya ang malaki niyang pamaymay na pinaburda pa niya ng pangalan niyang Philippines. Yeah, so bizarre. Haven't heard of such name. Malamang, proud ang mga magulang niya sa pagiging Filipino.

Inis kong sinuklay ang shoulder-length kong buhok gamit ang mga daliri ng kanang kamay ko.

"I can't do this! I've been into plays but I haven't yet lip-locked with anyone! Nabasa ko na rin ang ending ng istorya bago ko tanggapin ang role, kaya hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit biglang nagbago ang ending?!" I just blurted out in the middle of the echoing room, not really guilty for raising a voice to my superior.

Tinanggap ko ang main role dahil nagustuhan ko ang storyline ng istorya, isa pa, dagdag din ito sa grades ko but I made it clear that I will refuse scripts that have kissing scenes.

It just doesn't work on me. Hindi pa nga ako nahahalikan sa tanang buhay ko bukod sa mga magulang ko tapos magpapahalik ako sa kung sino-sino lang? And of all people?! Tiniis ko na nga ang makasama ang Jungkook Jeon na iyan sa ilang scenes tapos makaka-kissing scene ko pa?!

Of all people?!

I don't even know how he got in the organization. Hindi naman siya miyembro ng Theater Organization. He is a genius-freak for crying out loud at kilala siyang presidente ng Math-Sci Club. And how can I forget that he just stole a slot inside the History and Geography Org.?

Masyado siyang mapapel na pati rito sa Theater Org. ay nakikisali pa siya.

Siya na matalino at masipag! Hinusayan eh! The damn guy is very possessive!

Bukod kasi sa siya ang nangunguna sa rankings sa buong batch namin, grade 9—congrats jerk—ay sikat din siya dahil kabilang siya sa sikat na grupo rito sa school, ang BTS.

Katulad ng iba niyang members, sikat siya hindi lang dahil sa talino at talentong mayroon siya kung hindi dahil sa kaguwapuhan niya.

That almost half the female population in this academy a
Were drooling for him. Subtract me, 'cause obviously, I don't get them.

Why does people always look at the physical appearance?

I bet, he got in the organization because of his looks when most of the members worked hard for a spot.

"Miss France, hindi mo ba sinabi rito kay Heaven na babaguhin mo ang script?" Bumaling si Ma'am Domingo kay France na siyang toka sa paggawa at pagrerebisa ng scripts.

Nakayukong tumayo si France.

"E kasi po, alam ko naman pong hindi siya papayag. We're following the public demands. Hindi ko sana babaguhin ang ending, but when the academicians found out that Jungkook will be participating the play, they filled our front board about their suggestions and requests. You know, we cannot really ignore a thousand stickers," pagpapaliwanag niya na ang tinutukoy ay ang feedback board sa labas ng office ng Theater Organization at doon nagbibigay ang mga estudyante ng kani-kanilang opinyon tungkol sa bawat play.

"And one more thing, Kookie-Ven is growing bigger and bigger as the play is getting nearer," dagdag pa niya na nagpanganga sa akin.

Hindi ko alam na may ganoon na pa lang kalokohan na kumakalat sa school. Masyado na ba akong hooked sa pagkakabisa ng scripts, sa pagpa-practice sumayaw, at sa pag-aaral na hindi ko na namalayang may fans club na kami ng bastusing Jungkook Jeon na iyan?!

Which is by the way, nasa sahig pa rin at himalang wala man lang siyang reaksyon sa mga sinasabi ko. Namamanghang nakatitig lang siya sa akin habang pinaglalaruan ng mga daliri niya ang pang-ibabang labi niya.

Kaysa ang isipin pa ang kamalasang iyon nagtungo na lang ako sa mirror room at itinuon ko na lang ang sarili ko sa pagpa-practice sumayaw. Bukod kasi sa pagiging lead actress ng ilang plays sa Theater Organization, miyembro rin ako ng isang dance group sa school.

There were three dance groups in school, actually, yung iba, hindi lang basta dance group. Mas mabuting sabihin na total performer sila dahil kumakanta rin sila at sumasayaw, at ang BTS ang pinakasikat sa lahat. We're really getting a lot of supports from our co-academicians. They support us just like a fan would do.

Hindi rin kami magkakalaban. It's like, we are a big group that has sub-groups. Minsan nga ay sabay-sabay kaming nagpa-practice dito sa Mirror Room. At siyempre, nakakasama namin ang BTS madalas, pero kasi, hindi talaga kami vibes ng Jungkook na iyon.

I just so hate his guts.

Nasa kalagitnaan na ako ng pagsayaw sa loob ng tahimik na mirror room nang biglang huminto ang tugtog. Napahinto rin ako. And from the big mirror in front, I saw the culprit.

Namaywang ako. "Yeah. Way to ruin even more my already ruined day." Umirap ako at tumalikod. Facing the irritating face of Jungkook Jeon na mukhang hindi napapagod sa pagngisi.

Well, that's Satan's trademark and this asshole here is his youngest descendant.

His favorite. His heir.

Ang mga malalalim at tsokolate niyang mga mata ay ngumingiti rin dahil sa pag-stretch ng mga labi niya. Bagsak ang mamasa-masa niyang brown na buhok dahil sa pawis. Mukha siyang nag-marathon sa hitsura niya but ironic, his clothes remained neat and ironed, which is by the way, rudely styled.

Pauso siya masyado, marami tuloy ibang male students ang gumagaya sa kaniya. You can spot guys almost everywhere the school with the first three buttons of their polo opened plus missing tie.

Akala mo naman bagay sa kanila, I mean, binabagayan ang ganoong ayos. Just look at Jungkook Jeon, he's handsome so it suits him—you know what, never mind.

Nagtungo ako sa mga gamit ko. I got my bottle of water and sipped on it while trying to get rid of his handsome face away from my mind.

"Well, I'm just worried about you. Dito ka agad dumiretso paglabas mo ng auditorium. Aren't you hungry?" he asked. He raised his one hand and showed me a paper bag that has the trademark of a famous fast food restaurant.

"You see, Jeon, we aren't really the types to worry of each other. Kaya puwede bang lumayas ka na? You're disturbing me," inis kong sagot sa kaniya sabay bato sa direksyon niya ng disposable bottle.

Sinubukan niyang umilag pero tinamaan pa rin siya. He winced as he caressed his forehead but I just smirked.

That's what you get from appearing in front of me. He knows very well that I hate him. His presence, his face and his all.

Hindi na ako bumalik sa auditorium matapos ang mga klase ko. They know me. I am not so easy to please. Kapag alam nilang hindi ko gusto ang isang bagay, I really won't go for it.

I have my bike to use as a mean of transportation when going to and leaving school. My family isn't so rich to have me serviced with a car. Kaya binilhan na lang nila ako ng bisikleta.

Palabas na ako ng school gate nang may humarang sa dadaanan ko. Dahil sa gulat ay malakas kong natapakan ang brake kasunod nang pagiging out of control ko sa holder. I panicked as the bike went off the balance and it fell.

Dahil nakasakay ako ay natumba rin ako. Knees first.

Shit! I bet my bike, I got a freaking scratch on my knees! Pero bago ko pansinin ang mga tuhod ko ay papatayin ko muna ang walanghiyang nanggulat sa akin.

"Hala, Heaven! Okay ka lang?! Sorry! Di ko sinasadya!"

Oh please, before everything else, before I commit murder, can somebody take this man away from me or else, he'll die in my hands!

Pumikit ako sa inis. He is not only for ruining my day but for damaging my physicality too.

"Fvck! You've got scratches!" I heard him cuss as I heard his voice near me.

Nang buksan ko ang mga mata ko ay nakita ko siyang nakayuko sa harap ko at nag-aalalang nakatingin sa mga tuhod kong may sugat.

It was just a small cut compare to the reaction he was giving me. Pakiramdam ko, nasagasaan ako para bigyan niya ako ng ganoong ekspresyon. It doesn't seem real but it's touching.

What? No, I was not freaking moved with this bastard! There was just no way!

"Come on, you have to be in a hospital!" he said, worriedly as a matter-of-factly. Akmang bubuhatin na niya ako nang hampasin ko siya.

I hit him several times.

"You ass! Anong karapatan mong hawakan ako ah?! Stay away from me or I will kill you!" Paulit-ulit ko siyang hinampas.

"But you need to be tended! You have wounds! Baka matetano iyan, Heaven! Lalabasan iyan ng eroplano at saka ng pari!" He exclaimed, over the board.

I rolled my eyes as I hit him once again. Imbis na magalit ako sa kaniya ay hindi ko napigilang matawa.

Just who the hell believes that crap in our age?!

It was so popular for me. Yeah, my brothers always scare me using that phrase sa tuwing hindi ako pumapayag na ipagamot ang sugat ko noon pero joke lang naman iyon!

Kinagat ko ang labi ko para pigilan ang matawa. "What the hell are you doing appearing in front of me like that?!" Muli ko siyang sinapak nang ma-compose ko na ang sarili ko at maibalik ang tamang composure ng mukha ko.

This time, he caught my hand. Nakatitig pa rin siya sa mga tuhod ko.

"I'm serious, Heaven. Mauubusan ka ng dugo kapag hindi pa iyan nagamot," he told me seriously, no hint of humor but full of concern and worry.

Hindi ko na kinaya. I bursted out laughing. Seryoso kasi iyong mukha niya pero nagpapatawa siya. I've never been laughed this way. I've been too stiff, I know.

'Cause that's how I am.

Masungit nga ang pagkakakilala nila sa akin. I was the shut-off or I'll behead you type of person. Kaya marami ring nagsasabi sa akin na kung gaano ako kahirap paamuhin, ganoon rin ako kahirap lapitan.

And here is Jungkook Jeon, the over so persistent guy who is used of my peevishness. Kaya nga ba hindi na rin ako magtataka kung siya na lang ang matirang nasa malapit sa akin when everyone chose to stay away.

I don't want attention as much as I hate crowds. I hate people as much as I hate anyone. Siguro kasi pinalaki akong introverted ng mga magulang ko. I was homeschooled during my grade school days. So siguro rin, peevishness became my weapon in dealing with people 'cause I really don't want to deal with anyone.

That's why I hate Jungkook Jeon.

My weapon is my peevishness, I don't know what his shield or what his weapon is. Hindi man lang siya tinatablan ng kasungitan ko. I've been shutting him off like I do to everyone but he keeps on coming back, annoying me sometimes and ruining my day always. I just don't know why he was doing all of it.

Out of boredom? Out of challenge? Out of curiosity?

I really don't know and I don't want to know.

Hindi niya ako napilit magpunta sa ospital. I'm not a kid who needs to be tended just because of simple and small scratches. Betadine lang sa bahay ayos na ito. Nag-o-overreact lang malamang si Jungkook.

Kinabukasan, pumasok ako namay band-aid ang parehong tuhod ko. Malayo pa lang sa gate ay kitang-kita ko na ang pigura ng isang pamilyar na lalaki na nakasandal sa gilid ng guardhouse.

He was holding something in his hands.

Just… how cool Jungkook Jeon was that everyone who looks at him had to stop and stare?

Masyado siyang disturbing sa gate.

Nagkakaroon tuloy ng congestion.

Imbis na sa mismong harap niya dumaan ay sa kabilang gilid ako dumaan, sa bandang wala masyadong tao, malayo sa kaniya. Sana pala nagtayo na lang siya ng estatwa niya sa gitna ng grounds, tutal naman masyadong mabenta ang kaguwapuhan niya.

I really don't want to say that but I can't deny that hard truth. Hindi siya kababaliwan ng mga kababaihan sa school kung guwapo lang siya, sobrang guwapo ng kupal. Katulad noong mga ka-grupo niya, pinagkakaguluhan din siya, silang lahat. Madalas nga ay napupuno ang labas ng mirror room sa tuwing nagpa-practice sila.

"Hey! Hey, Heaven!"

Hindi ko pinansin ang pagtawag niya. I still want to live. Sa tuwing nakikita ko siya ay hindi natatapos ang araw na maayos ako. I have to be always wounded.

Diri-diretso lang ako sa pagba-bike. Iyon ang plano ko, kung hindi lang may humila ng bike ko mula sa likod na naging dahilan ng paghinto ko.

"Are you playing deaf, Heaven?!" inis niyang tanong.

Kumunot ang noo ko. Who's deaf?

"At sino ang kalaro ko? Ikaw?! Tss. Kahit pick, hindi ako makikipaglaro sa'yo!" inis ding sabi ko sabay lapag ng paa ko sa sahig para hindi ako matumba.

"So hindi mo ako narinig?" he asked, blinking.

"My ears refused to hear you. Siguro," I sarcastically told him.

"Heaven!" sigaw niya na tipong nawawalan na ng pasensya sa akin.

"Ano ba?Ba't naninigaw ka riyan?! At bakit ka ba nanghihila?!" inis ko ring tanong.

Inangat niya ang kamay niya at ipinakita sa akin ang supot na may tatak ng isang sikat na pharmacy store.

Kunot pa rin ang mga noo ko nang titigan ko ang supot. "Anong gagawin ko riyan?!" I asked.

Kinuha niya ang isang kamay ko at ipinahawak ang supot.

"That's for causing you scratches yesterday. I could've brought you to the hospital but you refused so this is I can only do now. Attend to your wounds," pabalyang sabi niya bago ako iniwan sa gitna ng grounds, with everyone watching me, being shocked of what he just did.

I'm shocked too.

Sinilip ko ang laman ng supot. Alcohol. Cotton. Betadine. Bottled water. Bandages. Dinungaw ko naman ang mga tuhod ko.

Bakit… bakit parang gusto kong tanggalin ang band-aid na nasa tuhod ko at agad na palitan nitong mga binigay niya?

Is that even reasonable? Is that even right? Bakit… bakit nararamdaman ko ang mabilis na palpitation ng puso ko? Is this even normal? Is this even possible?

Hinagis ko sa loob ng locker ko ang supot na ibinigay ni Jungkook. Dahil sa supot na iyon ay hindi ko na maintindihan ang tibok ng puso ko. It doesn't beat regularly anymore. It doesn't palpitate normally anymore. At kinakabahan ako dahil doon.

This has never happened to me.

Kahit nang magtungo ako sa Theater Auditorium ay wala ako sa wisyo. Hindi ko na tuloy napansin ang dami ng mga taong nasa labas ng Auditorium.

"What is up with that people?" I asked when I noticed them.

Nasagot lang ang tanong ko nang makita kong may mga banners silang dala. Kookie-Ven says it all. May ibang mga banners na may mismong picture namin ni Jungkook, puro stolen. We still don't have a proper picture together dahil hindi pa kami nagpo-photoshoot.

And just what the hell?! Bakit may mga ganoon?!

"See? That's our market. Mabenta na noon pa ang Theater Org. dahil sa'yo but it never happened this big! Kung alam ko lang na love team pala ang gusto nila, sana noon pa pinares ko na sayo si Jungkook Jeon," ani Ma'am Domingo na tipong tuwang-tuwa sa nakikita.

With that I cannot argue though. Tama siya. Hindi pa nangyayari ang ganito noon. And I cannot also pass the fact that this people changed the storyline of the script.

Sila ang puno't dulo.

"Ma'am! Ma'am!" Humahangos na lumapit sa amin si Zenaida. Ang student assistant ni Ma'am Domingo. She was holding her iPad on her hands. "Look at this. This is crazier! May iba't ibang fan pages na sa Facebook at Instagram ang Kookie-Ven! May website na rin. And the hit?! Outsiders are asking if they can watch! Ma'am, I'm afraid we have to open the program for outsiders. Markets din po sila. Bigger market at that," masayang paliwanag ni Zenaida.

Crazier?! Indeed! Sira na ba mga ulo nila?! I'm not saying that we are just a crap! Siyempre magagaling naman kaming actors… pero para umabot pa sa labas?! And who did those pages?!

Nilingon ako ni Ma'am Domingo. "Prepare for your scene. The last scene. We won't be making a change. Nasaan ba si Jungkook?!" untag ni Ma'am Domingo.

"What!? No, Ma'am! Kailangan po ng pagbabago—" Hindi na niya ako pinatapos sa pagsasalita dahil agad siyang nawala sa harap ko para hanapin si Jungkook.

Wala akong nagawa kung hindi ang sumunod sa kung ano ang nasa script. Inilaban sa akin ni Ma'am Domingo ang grades ko. She hit my weak spot.

And now… here I was, doing this stupid scene with Jungkook Jeon.

Hinawakan niya ang pisngi ko at unti-unting inilapit sa akin ang mukha niya. I was supposed to close my eyes but due to his perfect face… just how God can be so creative and talented? Paano Niya nagawang makabuo ng ganito kaperpektong tao?

Those thick brown eyebrows. Those smiling eyes. That perfect bridged and pointed nose. Those red juicy heart shaped lips. Those angled jaw lines…

Natigil ako sa pag titig sa kaniya nang ngumiti siya. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you done checking my face out. Pasado ba?" He grinned smugly.

Umirap ako. Hinintay kong sumigaw si Ma'am Domingo ng cut dahil wala naman sa script yung sinabi niya and we should be doing the kiss now. That was the hardest part. Dahil hindi ko alam kung paano gagawin iyon.

It was like I'm being new again in this kind of thing.

Nakahawak pa rin siya sa pisngi ko. I shook my head to take his hands off my face but he just locked my face inside his both palms.

"Bitawan mo nga ako!" I growled at him.

"Nah, uh…" Umiling siya. "Bawasan mo muna iyang kasungitan mo," he said, grinning.

I tried to push him but he did not even budge.

Males chromosomes! Iba ang lakas na mayroon sila, damn it!

"Mananatili tayong ganito kung patuloy kang magsusungit. You don't want us to get to the next level, do you?" he asked vaguely.

Hindi ko na-gets iyong sinabi niya. Anong next level naman ang pinagsasabi nito? At bakit ba hindi pa rin nagtatawag ng cut si Ma'am Domingo. Hindi ba niya nakikitang hina-harass na ako rito ng lokong ito?

"Kung hindi mo ako bibitawan, sasaktan kita!" banta ko sa kaniya. He just laughed it off. Ni hindi man lang siya nagpakita ng takot sa banta ko.

I'm serious this time! Sasaktan ko talaga siya!

"You've been hurting me, Heaven. And I think, I got used to it," aniya.

I creased my forehead. Ano bang sinasabi ng lalaking ito?! Maybe, he's being possessed.

"Hurting? Kailan kita sinaktan?!" angil ko nang walang maalala sa mga ibinibintang niya sa akin.

Ang tinutukoy ba niya ay ang pagsusungit ko sa kaniya?

"Alam mo bang kung gaano ka kasungit, ganoon ka rin ka-dense?" muli niyang sabi.

Sinubukan ko siyang itulak pero wala pa ring nangyari. He's just too strong. At ano bang ginagawa ng ibang staff at members ng Theater Org.? I need help here! Hindi kami makakatapos kung magpapatuloy ang drama nitong lalaking ito.

Hindi naman ako makalingon dahil hawak niya ang magkabilang pisngi ko. Locked tuloy ako sa pagtitig sa mukha niya.

"You're just too dense. Saan ba kasi gawa iyang puso mo? Sa bakal? O baka naman defense mechanism mo ang pagsusungit?" He pressed both of my face.

I tried to shake my head but I didn't succeed 'cause I couldn't move it.

"Tama ako, 'no? Defense mechanism mo ang pagsusungit. You're afraid that I might find out what you really feel. You're not really peevish. You're just being cautious. You're afraid to be so hooked with me. Dahil iba ako, 'di ba? I was the only one who can cope up with your peevishness. You're not like this to anyone. You're indifferent to them. Sa akin ka lang masungit, 'di ba?" mahabang litanya niya na nagpanganga sa sakin, hindi dahil mahaba kungdi dahil hindi ko maintindihan kung paano niyang nalaman ang lahat ng iyon.

"Sa akin ka lang masungit, 'di ba? Bakit? Tell me, Heaven. I know the answer but I want to hear it from you but if you're too shy to say then I can reveal it to everyone," sabi niya habang unti-unting inililingon ako sa direksyon ng audience.

Nanlaki ang mga mata ko nang nasa loob na pala ng auditorium ang mga taong nasa labas kanina lang at may mga banners.

Cameras were out. Flashes were blinding.

Muli niya akong iniharap sa kaniya.

"But before that, let me tell you what I feel too. You're a person who is really hard to approach, 'cause just like to anyone, you showed me your indifferent behavior. Mabuti na lang at hindi ako nagpaapekto. You let me in your life 'cause you can't stop me so in the end, you chose to use your weapon. Peevishness. And you know what?" Sinadya niyang putulin ang sinasabi niya.

How can he say those words to me with our faces this near?! Nakakailang!

"I didn't know that you invented your self-version of seduction. Nakakatawang naakit mo ako sa kasungitan mo. Now, take responsibility of my crazy heart, 'cause it's beating for you." And he gave me his most sweetest smile. Nakatingin siya ng diretso sa mga mata ko.

How could he look straight to my eyes while saying those words?! How could he have those courage when I've been earning it all this time?!

"Now. It's your turn. Don't wait for me to reveal your sweet little secret in front of them…" Binitawan na niya ang mga pisngi ko, as if letting me have my freedom… freedom to say what's in my heart, really.

Humugot ako ng malalim na buntong hininga.

What's in my heart!? It's you, moron!

Naka-ilang beses akong napalunok dahil sa pressure na nararamdaman ko.

Just… just how did he know all of it?! Is he a mind reader?

"You're a moron…" Umpisa ako na umani ng singhap sa mga tao.

But the reaction I love the most is his, 'cause he smiled wider, as if he was actually reading what is really on my mind.

"My peevishness versus your persistent heart. You got the most powerful weapon though, 'cause you already has the key of my heart. Hindi pa man ako umaatake, corner mo na ako. You asshole, you got me," I confessed harshly.

He bit his lower lip as he held my arms. He pulled me near him, taking me inside his arm just as I felt the safest. I smiled.

The End.
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