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12:30 pm.

"Thank you, Miss!" Jungeun almost shouts while beaming at her, but she smiles back. "You're welcome, Jungeun," her softness shows obviously, but I stare at her. "And you're welcome, Jungkook," she also mentions me to not make me feel left out, but I blush again, "You're wecl— wel— I mean..." I clear my throat but feel horrible in front of my brother who will enjoy teasing me once we're home. "Thank you..." I bite my lips, "See you tomorrow," I bow to her, and she does it as well while giggling, so I rush towards our door to escape this embarrassment, and Jungeun walks along my step hastily.

I step into the house without looking behind me and take my shoes off, dealing with the fact that Jungeun is now next to me. "What a cute baby turning red easily..." he mumbles in a cocky manner, but I take my jacket off and throw it on the coat rack to punch him and run upstairs but hear him rush after me.

Our parents aren't here yet so if we fight, this is about to go down.

"Come back asshole!" he tries to catch up with my fast steps, but I burst into my room with a swift pulse and throw the door forth to attempt to lock it right away, but he runs into it and ends in my bedroom. "Come on now, coward. Punch me," he pretends to be tough in front of me, but I laugh my ass off, "Are you serious? You think I'm scared?"

"Your neck and ears are still red, bro, that's adorable," he provokes me to get what he wants, but since I know it's easy to make him mad, I slap his face and then grip his arms to tug on them and trap him between my arms. "Hug your lovely brother now," I squeeze him in my strong clasp but giggle.

He goes berserk, "Let me fucking go right away if you don't want me to kneel you in the balls," his threat makes me clench my legs to make sure he won't do anything, but he yells in my embrace, hating hugs that come from me. "Stop!"

"Aw, look how cute you are," I peck his cheek, making him feel disgusted while I'm totally taking pleasure in this torture that he deserves. I lick my lips to make my kisses wet, but he jerks his head from left to right and obliges me to stop. "Apologize and say your brother is the best on earth."

"Fuck you," he curses with no shame, but I tighten my hold and crush his body, "Come on~"

"I'm gonna burn my fucking cheek and then spit at you after this..." he whines and acts like I'm dirty and worse than a monster, but I grin. "You are the best brother on this earth," he says it with an audible bitterness in his throat but before putting an end to this, I kiss his cheek one more time and then let go. "I know I am."

"You're disgusting!" he wipes his skin with his hoodie. "You're gonna a pay for that, I hate you!" he screams his lungs out and stomps out of my room. Now I'm satisfied. Each time I try to get him mad but that it doesn't work, I'm frustrated, but since it was more than effective, I'm all good.

I chuckle like a little brat now that he's gone, but I land on my bed to take my hoodie off and drop it on the blanket, feeling more comfortable like this. I lie down on my back and undo my belt.

Miss Han touched me today, I'm happy as hell and cannot forget how soft I was when her hand got into contact with me. 

I peek down at my trousers to slide the belt away from the loops and drop it on the floor, open, and unzip my pants, then pull it down to take it off. I close the blinds once I'm in my underwear but then pull it down to move towards my closet and grab a pair of sweatpants.

I put it on and get out of my bedroom. However, an idea pops up in my head. I smirk but walk up to my brother's room, I knock on the door and pretend to be holding something. "Go away asshole!"

I enter the room without caring but see him get angry, so I walk up to his bed. "You left something in my bedroom," I slowly approach him and put the imaginary thing on his leg. "Your pride, I give it back to you," I burst into laughter at my own joke but get out of here.

"You're as funny as a fucking fart dude! So cringy..." he expresses all his fatigue, but I still like what I did. That was good though. Dad would be proud of me.

I walk down the stairs with a smirk on my face but head to the kitchen to get to the fridge and take a banana milk. I was about to go back to my bedroom when the loud footsteps of my brother made me stop at the bottom of the stairs. "Hey, you know what?" he smiles but walks down at fast speed to jump on the floor, keeping his round glasses on his nose bridge with no problem. I sip on my drink but slide one hand in my pocket to silently wait for him to talk.

"I loved how Miss Han was dressed today, you have no idea how much I was fantasizing at the sight of her soft tits—" my fist crashing into his arm cuts him off. "Shut the fuck up. I told you already, you're just a fucking little boy."

"You think I don't have her naked on my mind?" he smirks but steps back to dodge my hit. "Uh? I was imagining myself giving little kisses on those wonderful breasts—" he hurries to the left for my punch to not end in his shoulder. "Feeling my lips against the softness and mellowness of them—" he squats down to humiliate me for the third time as I couldn't hit him hard, but he runs away, and I chase after him, "Don't you fucking dare talk about her like that!"

"What?!" he laughs, always being loud whenever he does it. "You don't like to know I think about myself making love to her?!" he doesn't slow down but goes faster than I do to run around the house and jump on everything he can to avoid me. "What's wrong anyway?! You only like bananas, not peaches," his stupidity makes me speed up but forget my banana milk. "Shut up!"

"Are you that thirsty for dick?!" he cackles but forgets what I did to him earlier. Since I'm smarter than he is, I stop myself and put my drink down once he's at the other side of the house to make my way to the corner from where he's about to come and hide behind the wall.

As soon as he rushes out of it, I catch him but get dragged in his speed and fall onto the floor brutally. I still do not let go, "I don't like dicks, got it? And you must not ever dare talk or think about Miss Han that way if you don't want me to kill you in your sleep. All right?!"

He giggles without caring about my words but wriggles. He's so skinny that I could throw him into a wall, but I won't, or not yet.

I push him away but get back up, feeling an extreme pain in my back. "Dammit..." I bite my lips but touch the hurtful spot, attempting to take a look at it. My brother checks what I'm doing, but I slightly catch sight of my lower back without noticing anything abnormal.

"What? Your weak self got hurt?" he pretends to not care about me but still asks what is wrong. "I freaking  hit the floor violently because of you, now it hurts like hell," I click my tongue but rub the area that is becoming more painful each second flying by. "Let me see so I can hurt you even more," he comes closer and looks at my back. I know he's not going to hurt me more, it's just hard for him to show he cares about me dammit.

"You have nothing," he raises his eyes but looks at me with contempt when I can feel the pain inside. "It hurts, so shut your mouth."

He gives no damn about it but just steals my banana milk I left on a table and lands on the sofa. "Anyway, you shouldn't have kissed me. That wouldn't have happened."

"You say that, but if I end up into a hospital, you'll cry," I state the truth that he would never want to admit but see him smile while sipping on my drink. "I'm not a wimp."

"Ah yeah?" I smirk but bend over the back of the sofa he's occupying. "Can you tell me who cried when I was brought to the emergency because I fell down the stairs and bled heavily?"

"I don't know who it was," he lies like a brat, but I smile. "And honestly, I cried from happiness because I knew I would get your computer and bedroom."

"Yeah sure," I don't believe this at all. My hand combs my long hair back, but even though this is Wednesday, I head back to my bedroom to go and study.

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3 pm.

"Kook?" Jungeun knocks on my door as I'm trying to memorize the French verbs I saw on the internet. "What?"

"Can I come in?" he asks before bursting in like he did last night which he must have regretted afterward. "Yes," I fix my glasses on my nose bridge but lean back on my gaming chair to look on my right. He opens the door and walks up to me with a book in his hands. "You know I hate you, and your stupid brain, but I need your help with something," he shows me the pages at which he is, but once I lay my eyes on them, I go blind.

"Dude, take that crap out of my sight, please," I push it away and refuse right away. "Come on! You're older, so you have to help me with this!"

"No," I shake my head, "I can't even do it," I focus on my own work but hear him babble next to me, complaining about the fact that I don't want to help him for that subject. "I don't have anyone else! Come on!"

"I'm dumb as fuck in English dude, I can barely say a word!" I roast my own self no matter how much I hate to admit he's better than me at something. "So your math in English is impossible to solve for my brain, all right?"

"Why do I have a dumb brother? Dammit," he goes back on his footsteps in a loud manner and slams the door behind him. Who does he think I am? I don't have his smart brain.

"What about sex ed?" he comes back to never give up, but I chuckle. "I'm good at that."

"Yeah, of course, you're only good at that, you jerk," he only judges me and then leaves for the second time. I hate him. He's only fifteen, but he could get better marks than I do if he was doing all my work. If we were twins, we would switch places, and I'd pretend to be him while he would be me, just in order for me to have easier classes.

The only problem would be about Miss Han, or maybe I could pretend to be him and then also attend my own classes to see her even more often. I don't even know why I'm thinking of that, it won't ever happen.

Since I've been working nonstop for more than two hours, I grab my phone and get on my favorite app to check what my friends posted.

I received a text from Jaehyun with a video in it.

< dude look at those six pack!😭 I need them to impress Miss Han ]

[ mine are better and if you have the abs but not the brain, forget it. >

< well...that's still better than no abs and no brian yk.  Your abs aren't as good as his tho stop being arrogant ]

[ you sure abt that? You're the one who always envies me each time we're in the showers after sport class >

< yeah but that's still not as much has his. ]

I chuckle but stand up and open the front camera of my phone, I slightly pull the waistband of my sweatpants down and take a pic, write something, and send it to show this guy that my six pack are better.

_ tell me hsi abs are better and I kick you in the ass in front of the whole school tomorrow _

I sit down on my chair once it's done and get back to the chats, only for my heart to stop beating. "No!" I voice out but cry from the inside.

I just sent the selfie to Miss Han.