"Alright, there's the bell. Leave your homework on my desk on the way out."

The teacher takes off his glasses after his dismissal and rubs his eyes, feeling incredibly exhausted even though it's only the second lesson of the day. Plopping himself into his seat, he nods at the few students who say 'thank you, sir' and keeps an eye out to make sure everyone leaves something on their desk before they leave.

The flow of papers being delivered runs smoothly until a student that usually stands tall and confident hesitantly walks up to his desk, clutching his backpack.

"What is it, Lucas?" The teacher says, not looking at him but feeling the awkwardness radiate off him recklessly.

Lucas glances away nervously, "Um, well, sir. I wasn't able to finish the homework that's due today because of soccer practice and matches."

Still not looking up at him, the teacher internally sighs and flicks through the papers on his desk, "Is that so? Then how come the rest of the students in this class, who also do soccer, were able to hand in their homework, hm? Do you think you're special?"

Obliviously, Lucas responds, "Well, I guess I am, sir. I am the team's main shooter after all so-"

The teacher finally looks up with a stern stare which shuts Lucas right up, making his head drop to the ground and mumble, "You're right, sir. I don't have an excuse. I'm sorry."

"Nayeon." The teacher calls, keeping his eyes on Lucas and then shifting his gaze to the other student who was trying to sneak out quietly. She freezes in her steps, cursing to herself.

"I've noticed you haven't placed anything on my desk either. Would you happen to be in the same boat as this 'special' boy here?"

Turning around with the sweetest smile on her face, Nayeon says, "I am terribly sorry, sir. I know this is the second-"

"Fourth, actually."

"Fourth, right, sorry. I know this is the fourth I haven't handed in homework on time but-"

"Save it." The teacher cuts her off as the class slowly empties and it's just the three of them. However, he gets up, taking his blazer off his chair. "This is irresponsible behaviour from both of you. Detention after school tomorrow."

"Wha-?"

"Sir, that's so unfair!"

"Shush, this is inexcusable behaviour from both of you. And if either miss the detention tomorrow, trust me, there will be bigger consequences. You may leave."

Opening her mouth then closing it instantly, Nayeon groans and leaves. Lucas almost wants to rip his hair out. Not only was he going to have to explain to his coach he'll have to miss practice tomorrow, but he'll have to spend the evening with his least favourite person in the world.

•

Heyyy, Jungkook. Babe, I'm not sure how to say this but I'm just not sure a relationship is going to work out for either of us. It's not that I don't like you, I really do. I just don't see this relationship going any further if you don't start opening up...

"Fuck." you mutter under your breath, "That's not gonna work."

You take a moment, closing your eyes and counting seconds of silence in your head. You open them with a new thought. Erasing your message, you start typing from scratch.

Jungkook. I haven't felt the way I feel about you about anyone else I've ever been with before. There's something about you that is just so fucking enchanting and magnetic that I can't seem to leave you. You make me feel like only person in world when I'm with you. So I don't want this to end, I really don't. But I can't see anything going any further until you explain everything. So please. No more secrets.

Your thumb trembles as it lingers over the send button. Pressing your lips together, you blow out a breath as if you'd been holding it and switch off your phone, chucking it on the bed.

"Urghhh."

Rubbing your face into your hands, frustration surges through you. Maybe I'll just call him again?

He hadn't picked up any of your calls today. It was starting to become more and more of a habit as the days went on. When he would finally text you the next morning he would always say the same thing: 'Hey, sorry, my phone died and I was too busy to charge it. See you at school.'

You hadn't told Nayeon everything but when you mentioned the way he's ignoring you, she flipped.

"The fucking nerve! He lands the most beautiful chick and treats you like this? Nu-uh, you either dump his ass or straighten him out."

So here you were, deciding between dumping his ass and straightening him out. Looking up, you check the time. You've been typing and erasing messages for almost an hour. A bottle of water on your window sill invites you for a break from all this drama. You accept gratefully, pushing yourself off your bedroom floor and dragging your fatigued legs. They feel fuzzy from being in the same position for so long. You wince, trying to bring the feeling back into your muscles as you massage them.

The water splashes down your throat with a refreshing hit, cleansing your dry, exhausted throat. The sky was pitch black now. Striking 10 pm, you glance over your shoulder to see the pile of homework you'd left on your desk, reminding you that you have more important things to do than to worry about a mere heartthrob. The sight of homework starts stinging your eyes and you look away, determined to avoid it further.

Sudden laughter echoes outside your window. You squint, barely able to see anything in the dark but you catch shadows, figures dressed in all black and glinting teeth playing out sadistic smiles. Sooner or later, you realise it's just a bunch of teenage boys walking around aimlessly, thinking they're cool. Oh, how fun it would be to be able to walk around at night without care?

But being a woman, you know that's not happening. You're about to turn away, making an inward decision to make a start on your homework when you hear a familiar voice followed by a familiar laugh. Stopping dead in your tracks, you turn around slowly and bring your face to the window.

Jungkook walks with his hands in his pockets, head down but chuckling and smiling along with the other men you had never seen before. Biting your tongue, agitated, you whip out your phone and call him. There and then, you witness what he's probably been doing this whole time. He checks his phone, sees it's you on the caller ID, and then puts his phone straight back in his pocket, returning to the boys.

"For fuck's sake."

You're furious. This guy had been blowing you off to hang out with a bunch of junkies? Or at least that's what you thought they were. Getting a better look at them, you could tell they're a lot older than you and maybe some younger. Something about the whole look of them appeared eerie as they blended in the nighttime.

Why on earth would he even hang out with these people?

You swore some of these were criminals. Sure, most people smoke weed or tobacco every now and then but these looked like the kind of groups of people that did a lot more than just that. Soon, Jungkook and the boys turn a corner and disappear out of your sight. Swallowing a hard lump in your throat, you wonder how he would react if he had looked up and seen you. If he finally saw how much his behaviour has been hurting you.

With a groan of frustration, you grab your coat and phone. Sliding the window open, you start to climb out of it, knowing it's the only way you could get out at this time of night without your parents finding out. Swinging off the tree, you land with a slightly rough landing but stand up immediately and brush it off. You'd snuck out enough times to get used to this risky way of escape.

Zipping up your coat, you pull your hood over and start to jog down the road cautiously, hoping to catch up with Jungkook once and for all.

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yolo