YOUR HOUSE

"Ahhhh I'm so booored! Save meeee!" sighing with frustration, you flop down face first on your bed and thump your fists against the sheets.

All your homework is done. All the chores are too. You've already sung along with 'Stuck with you' to your teddy a dozen times, and binged watched all episodes of Euphoria thrice...

Why did your best friend have to go on holiday with her family leaving you with nothing to do. Life is so unfair sometimes!

Done with your mini meltdown, you sit up and clutch your head, ringing your silken locks between your fingers.

You're not someone who enjoys doing nothing. You definitely feel like you're losing it...the walls of your bedroom are closing in on you. Hot walls since you had posters of Exo Kai plastered all around you but still...

"I have to get outta here!" you shout, shooting to your feet.

But where should I go?

You tap your chin in thought before it came to you. "Ah, I know! I'll go to the library."

Sure it might not be the coolest place a 19 year old girl could hang out but hey... you love to read and something is better than nothing.

Smiling happily, you head for the door.

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THE LIBRARY

You walk into the library and make a beeline for the romance section. As a regular borrower you'd noticed that not a lot of people visited that section much but when they did they were usually girls.

It made sense. Girls were suckers for romance after all... you included.

Most were self-conscious about looking around the romance section and would check over their shoulders first before browsing or try and do the old 'casually' walk past and snatch a book before hurrying away thing, but personally you couldn't care less if others saw you.

So what if you liked romance? You doubted there was a girl on earth who didn't!

"Where is it?" you mutter to yourself. "Aha!"

Spotting the book you were searching for, a pristine second edition of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, you reach up and grab it but just as you were about to take it off the shelf a large hand reaches over your head and settles firmly over yours.

You look up and when your eyes fall on a very broad and muscular chest you look up some more. Startled at the face you see peering down at you.

Am I dreaming or what? He looks like... Scratch that, it is him... Definitely!

Wearing a lowered cap that didn't really do much to disguise him, he flashes his big teeth at you. "Hey," he says, taking in your appearance slowly, a seductive smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hi, yourself," you say back casually. "You're Jungkook from BTS, right? or am I imagining things?"

He nods. "Yeah that's me," he says cockily. "And what's your name, sweetheart?"

The bad attempt at flirting automatically rubs you up the wrong way but you answer regardless.

"Linney," you say, then roll your eyes discreetly at how he hums and just sort of waits there, eyeing you expectantly.

Well if he was anticipating some sort of freak out then he had another thing coming. You're not the sort of girl who would go crazy over an idol. Especially a member of Bangtan Sonyeondan. Who were in fact your least favourite idol group. The girl groups included.

Glancing down at the book you're both still holding onto, you raise your eyebrows. "Err excuse me," you start to say. "But can you let go of my book now?"

And my hand while you're at it...

"Eh?" His smirk remains but falters a little. "You're not going to squeal or freak out and giggle uncontrollably or something?"

"No," you say simply. "Why should I?"

Looking at you weirdly, he clears his throat and tilts his head at the book. "I need that. If you let me have it in return I can give you my autograph," he suggests with a smug grin.

You screw up your face. Just who does this guy think he is? Some kind of idol? oh wait he is... Meh, who cares!

"I don't want an autograph, I want this book," you inform pulling it slightly but his hand doesn't budge from yours which frustrates you to no end.

A feeling that's only cemented when you look back up at his face and he's frowning at you with narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean you don't want my autograph? Are you an anti or something?" he asks.

You sniff. "An anti what? Christ? No, I'm Agnostic," you sass briskly then tug at the book more forcefully to no avail.

"Clever," he sneers, keeping his hold firm.

He's just as determined to lay claim to the book as you are apparently.

Annoyed, you try to yank it away but you're yet again, unsuccessful. "Let go!" you cry shrilly, stomping your foot.

He just holds on tighter. "I. need. that. book," he says, staring you down.

"I. had. it. first," you say, turning and eyeballing him right back.

He pulls the book towards him. "Hand it over," he orders.

"You should do the gentlemanly thing and let me have it." you chide, yanking it back.

"Every man for himself," he counters with another pull.

"Lucky for me I was born with milk sacks and lady lips then," you say between your teeth. "Let go while I'm still being nice."

He stills for a second in surprise at your explicitly strange vocabulary but that doesn't last very long.

"What's the magic word?" he retorts tightly, unexpectedly jerking the book above his shoulder hard, hauling you with it.

You stumble into him but quickly right yourself and use your other hand to grab the book as you grapple to wrestle it back down.

"You want a magic word?" you puff out angrily. "Alright then, Abra-go fuck yourself-kadabra! How bout dat!?"

He glares at you in surprise for a second but eventually let's go of your hand and sighs. "Okay fine. I know where this is going so just tell me what you want."

You hug the book to your chest tightly and frown. "What I want? What are you talking about?"

"Just tell me," he grunts. "An autograph isn't good enough for you so in exchange what do you want for it? Money? A kiss? For me to show you my abs? I can do all three if you want." He looks at you up and down and smirks. "Or maybe even more than that if you play your cards right."

As your brain catches up with his words, your jaw drops.

The nerve of this asshole.

Time to go all karma-sensei on his ass!

Acting coy, you drop the scowl and smile timidly. "Well... now that you mention it there is something I do really want from you."

He grins smugly and steps close, leaning down to tilt your chin up so you're staring deep into his eyes. "Tell me your wish," he murmurs seductively.

Standing on your tippy toes, you ghost your hands lightly up his broad shoulders and put your mouth up to his ear.

"Honestly what I truly want..." you husk out, "you to do for me..." you feel him shiver under your palms, "is..."

You lips ghost towards his ear and then, "GET LOST!!!" you yell.

Clasping the side of his head, he rears back. "Yah! What the fucking hell was that for!?" he rails accusingly, raising his voice.

"Jerk... Pervert... Psycho!" you say, clicking your fingers in his face. "Don't think that just because you're an idol and twice my size that you can talk down to me like I'm some kind of cheap slut! Are all of BTS like you? Tssh seriously, it's a wonder you've come so far being the archaic chauvinists you clearly are..."

He lowers his hand and gapes at you as you continue to rant. "You wait until I get back home, I will make it my mission in life to bad mouth you on every fan cafe, blog and YouTube clip then when the reporters come knocking on my door I'll happily tell them how much of a pig you are in real life! You big mc-douche!"

Jungkook stares in shock, utterly dumbstruck. Girls did not react like this when he turned on the charm. They catered to his every request, they swooned over his sexiness and charisma, they fanned themselves excitedly and called him Oppa... they did not yell or curse at him like you were doing!

Closing his gaping mouth, he quirks an eyebrow. "Level with me," he says seriously. "You're a lesbian right?"

No

He

Did

Not!

Eyes as wide as saucers you lurch forward and thunk him as hard as you can in the arm with the book.

Grunting in surprise, he stumbles sideways into the bookshelf and hits his temple. The shelves vibrating violently from the force of impact, causing a few books to tumble from their perches.

"AARGH! OW!" he complains.

Massaging his head, he straightens and brushes off a stray novel that fell onto his shoulder.

"Are you stupid or just insane little girl!?" he growls, gesturing at himself. "Do you have any idea how much this body is worth!? Are you going to take responsibility for it if it's damaged!?"

You put a hand on your hip. "First of all..." you scoff lightly. "Don't call me little girl. Secondly, the state of your body is the least of my concern. Lastly and most importantly, you seem to have the self importance and emotional impudence of a three year old which shows the only damage you should really be concerned with is the one festering inside your brain."

You wait for him to retort but he only gapes at you further, eventually asking slowly and in a voice filled with curiosity, "So... That's a no to being a lesbian then?"

Oh boy.

Rolling your eyes, you pointedly toss your long hair over your shoulder, and give him one final glare before turning your back on him and stalking off.

"He may be easy on the eyes but man is he a jackass," you mutter to yourself under your breath as you leave.

Jungkook's mouth popped open as he watched you go.

The first girl ever to completely disregard him, swear at him and even physically attack him... and not in his preferred, in bed and rolling around under silk covers, kind of way.

Not acceptable!

He stared at the spot you'd disappeared and narrowed his eyes with resolve. "Linney or whatever your name is. That book is mine and you are too," he grated, curling his fists tightly. "You just wait."