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Year 15
(part 2)

"You did it?!" Jungkook eagerly plants himself on the bench across the table from you and Jimin. You both exchange confused looks before Jimin slams his textbook shut.

"Hey Jimin, sorry I ignored you this morning for burnt-haired Zoe who decided to wear a miniskirt and it got my tiny dick so hard I forgot where I was," Jimin narrows his eyes and Jungkook nervously scratches his nape.

"My dick is not tiny." He grumbles and Jimin rolls his eyes and starts to leave before Jungkook stops him. "Wait, wait, I'm sorry. I am a sucker for mini skirts but I shouldn't have forgotten you were there. Please sit down Jiminie, you're too cute to be this mad." He goes to pinch Jimin's cheeks but Jimin swats his hands away before slumping back down.

Jungkook directs his attention back to you, bouncing with enthusiasm. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?" You feign ignorance but instead of annoying him he smiles even wider. How can the same lewd sounds you heard from the bathroom just a few hours ago have come from this same childish boy?

"You're a bad liar, Y/N," he sings. "I know you. But come on," he playfully slaps your hands, "tell meeee."

"If you know why are you askingggg?" You sing back.

"Why are we talking like thisssss," Jimin chimes in and you finally crack a smile, much to Jungkook's satisfaction.

"Jimin, why isn't she telling me?" Jungkook now slaps at his hands annoyingly.

Jimin shrugs. "Dunno, she was normal in the morning," he turns his head to scan your side profile as if you were a page in the textbook he was just studying. Suddenly his sparkling eyes double in size and he slams both hands on the table. "Y/N are you on your period?!"

Before you can open your mouth to answer Jungkook cuts in.

"Nah, it's not for at least another couple of weeks."

Both of you whip your heads in his direction. Jungkook scratches at the chipping paint of the table before noticing your gazes and lifting his head up to smile innocently.

"You memorize my periods?"

He rolls his eyes. "Not memorized, but I know the signs."

"What signs?" Jimin pretends to gag, allowing you the opportunity to elbow him in the ribs.

Jungkook taps his chin and stares up at the sky. "Well, last month you cried for our entire walk home because Mrs. Han mentioned that orangutans are endangered. And, you punched me in the throat because you said I was "breathing like an idiot." He brings up his hands to do air quotes.

"Oh yeah," Jimin laughs. "Or that one time when you called me crying out of happiness because of the picture I sent you of the baby possum in a pumpkin hat."

Both exchange giggles over your sensitivity during your shark week and you shake your head.

"Just because I cry over sad and cute things doesn't always mean I'm on my period." You prop your elbow up on the table so your hand can balance your head.

"Were you?" Jungkook wiggles his brows and your bottom lip inadvertently juts.

"WeRe YoU?" You mimic before rolling your eyes.

Jungkook flashes a pleased smile. "Glad to see you're talking to me. Now, back to my question-"

"I'm going to prom with Seokjin, are you happy? Now you get to be in your stupid ass tournament and kiss all of the burnt-haired girls you want without me breathing down your neck. Hell, you can go try to impregnate one with your tiny dick for all I care." The bitter tone enveloping your words mercilessly slips out and strikes both boys like a slap to the face.

A hush falls over your table as they gape at you and you almost feel bad for saying everything so harshly. Jungkook averts eye contact with you, staring off into the courtyard as if he is digging into the shallow depths of his mind for the words to say. Jimin, however, stares at you, his jaw slack as he rapidly blinks.

"You?" He breaks the silence, his tone accusatory. "You're going to prom with Kim Seokjin?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" You narrow your eyes and the blonde quickly holds his hands up in surrender.

"N-Nothing, but Y/N you've never had a boyfriend before, besides whatever that," he motions his head towards a dazed Jungkook, "was. And now...girl, you have a MAN."

You tilt your head in confusion. "What?"

"Prom is the last senior activity before graduation. Most don't even go to the dance, they just dress up and take pictures then go straight to the after parties."

At this point you're completely lost. "Yeah, so?"

Jimin drops his head in frustration and groans before putting his hands on your shoulders. "Kim Seokjin is trying to take your virginity."

"Whoa, what the fuck?!" You can feel the blood drain from your face, your eyes searching his for a sign of a joke. "How does the after party and my virginity being taken even correspond?"

"Oh my innocent Y/N," he pets your hair, "everyone's goal is to have sex on prom night. Now considering the fact that Seokjin asked you to be his date and after that night he will never have to see you again...I think you can fill in the blanks."

"But, Jiminie, have you seen the guy? He's stupid hot, why would he want to have sex with a sophomore when he could get anyone he wants?" You pat your chest, "I'm not even fully developed!"

Jimin shrugs. "Beats me. I think he could do a lot better."

"Thank you, what would I do without you?" You deadpan. "Plus, if he even tries to make a move on me, how do you know I won't say no?"

"Well, will you?"

Sex. Do you even know what it is? You can recall the unit in your biology class the year before briefly explaining the subject as well as various contraceptive methods. And most importantly, STD's. You can only remember that specifically because Jungkook and Jimin made a song reciting them to the beat of SuperBass. Snaking a condom onto a banana was also a very memorable experience. But you've never really thought about having sex with a person.

It isn't like the topic is anything short of taboo at home either considering your grandmother's constant warnings of men because of what happened to your mother. And the closest you've come to having sex with Jungkook was whenever you felt his hard-on pressed against you during a make out session. Suddenly, you feel a wave of doubt. Are you a prude? Should you have had sex already? Has Jungkook had sex already?

Your gaze cuts to Jungkook's stoic expression still lost in thought.

You remind yourself that Jungkook literally calls you whenever his favorite brand of banana milk is back in stock. There's no way that boy has had sex and not told you.

And then you realize Jimin's point. Jungkook is a boy. Seokjin is a man. An insanely attractive man who wants to have sex with you. Maybe this devilish plan of Jungkook's might work out in your favor after all.

"I-I don't know. What do you think?" You stammer out and Jimin sends you a reassuring smile.

He drapes a jean jacket clad arm around your shoulders and squeezes you tightly. "Only if you're ready, your first time should be with someone you're comfortable with."

Your mind begins to fill with scenarios of your first time with Seokjin and a pink blush makes it way onto your cheeks. "How do I know if I'm ready?"

"Does the thought of it scare you more than interest you?"

You shake your head and he claps his hands. "Then I think you're ready."

Jungkook, who has failed to say a word, abruptly stands. He doesn't spare you two so much as a glance as he tramps toward a building.

"I hate when he acts like such a child," you scowl, watching his back muscles contract even through his T-shirt.

Jimin laughs before dropping his arms to his side. "Guess talking about you having sex with other guys unleashes jealous Kookie."

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"Cookie?" You hold your hand out to offer the crumbly snack to an annoyed Jungkook who snatches it from your hands. He stuffs it in his mouth and chews aggressively, the sight of his filled cheeks making you giggle. "Why are you so grumpy?"

You smirk when he doesn't answer before quickly finishing off the snack bag and tossing it into a bin nearby as you both approach the entrance of the boutique. The dragging of footsteps behind you makes your smirk widen and eggs you on to tease him.

"Jungkook, if I knew you were going to be such a baby I would've made Jimin come dress shopping with me instead."

"Jimin would've said you looked good in everything," he mumbles, kicking a pebble away, "I'm here to humble you."

Your eyebrows jump in fake realization. "So you're not grumpy?"

"I'm ecstatic." He sends you a fake smile that does not reach his eyes and immediately drops after you blink.

"Isn't this what you wanted? You have to be in that tournament, right?" You shoot him a glance and catch him tonguing the inside of his cheek.

When he doesn't answer again, you drop your antics and direct your attention to the racks of dresses now surrounding you. The clerk greets you and you survey the rest of the store, pleased when you find that you two are the only people there. Frankly, the glamour of the mannequins alone already makes you feel unfeminine enough and you don't need girls twirling around in beautiful gowns to add to it.

Jungkook scampers off, you assuming he's searching for a bench or a nice spot on the floor to wait. You rake through the frilly fabrics slowly at first, scanning each dress and trying to imagine yourself dancing around with Seokjin in it.

Or how it will look on the floor if everything goes well.

But your patience wears thin, much sooner than you anticipated and each color begins to blend together into a blur. Before you know it, you're already done looking through half of the shop without even a "maybe" option. You sigh in frustration, trudging over to the next rack out of sheer hopelessness.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching along with the clanking of hangers bouncing together. When you turn, you're met with a pile of dresses being shoved in your face, jolting you backwards.

"Take...Take some! This is heavy." Jungkook says in between pants and you chuckle as you go to take some of the load off.

When you're able to see his face again, your brow quirks. "Pretty, but I don't think pink is your color."

Rolling his eyes, he clicks his tongue in annoyance. "These are for you!"

"Me to..."

"For you to try on!" He groans, leading you to the fitting rooms in the back.

Trying to keep up with his strides, you stare at the mountain of dresses in your arms. "You picked these?" You read one of the tags and your eyes bulge. "How do you even know my size?"

"No time for questions," he slides open the curtain of one of the fitting rooms with his free hand, "get in."

"But-"

"Y/N!" He whines, stomping his foot like a child at your objection, "the longer you take, the later I go to practice, come on. I already pushed it back to 5:00 so you have an hour."

"Jungkook-"

"GO!" He exasperates, carefully pulling off your backpack before shoving you inside along with the dresses.

You stare at the pile and then at your reflection in the long mirror on the wall. It's unusual for you to picture yourself in such garments. The only time you even dress up is for Jungkook's matches to serve as motivation for the boy. Yet it feels a bit unnerving to wear such a thing for anyone else. Almost like you're betraying your best friend in a way.

Suddenly your heart sinks as you remember this is what Jungkook wants. He wants someone else.

Someone who is not you.

You're both growing up. Can you really blame him for wanting to expand his horizons, even if he went about it horribly? You shake your head, your eyes flitting to the fabrics messily stacked in the corner. It makes you smile because at least he'll always be your best friend.

Saturday night will be about Seokjin. And you. Not the weird friends with benefits without benefits relationship you have going on with Jungkook.

"I don't hear you changing in there!"

Chuckling at his impatience, you begin to peel off your sweater and pants to try on the first dress. It's a navy, fitted gown with a strapless sweetheart neckline. It hugs the curves you have nicely but you cannot seem to assess the top due to the jammed zipper.

"Jungkook, help me, it's stuck," you yell out. He slides open the curtain, and you click your tongue in annoyance when you see his palm covering his eyes.

"I'm not looking!"

"I'm dressed, dummy. I just need help with the zipper." He nods, blinking to allow his eyes adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights before meeting yours.

Clinging the top tightly to your chest, you spin around to display your back to him. You stand there for a second, bracing yourself for the warm touch of his fingertips grazing your skin, warning your body to fight any sort of reaction to it.

But it never comes.

Through the mirror, you look up to check on him just to catch his eyes already on you. Or at least on your body. It's not a lustful checkout, his eyes so wide they threaten to pop out of their sockets at any given moment. It's more of a "I can't believe you look like this" sort of checkout.

"Jungkook?" You wave your hand in the mirror after he scans you from head to toe for what seems like the hundredth time and he nods.

"Huh yeah, um...yeah. What?"

"The zipper," you try to draw back his attention and wastes no time in zipping you up.

Now able to evaluate the dress in its entirety, you examine it from all angles. The back, the front, the side, the other side. You look fine, but one thing bugs you. The neckline. You seem to be a late bloomer in the chest department which normally does not bother you considering you never wear clothes to accentuate that area anyways. However, it's extremely noticeable in this dress, going as far as to leave a pocket of space between your bra and the start of the fabric.

In the midst of your scrutiny, you fail to notice Jungkook has now comfortable planted himself on the bench next to your dresses, silently observing you as well.

"What do you think?" You dare ask.

"Huh?"

Meeting his dilated pupils with your normal sized ones, you smile to try and lighten the mood. "Come on, let it out. Flat as a board right? Humble me, Kookie."

He arches a brow in genuine confusion, lips parting and shutting in hesitance. When he still doesn't speak, you quietly huff in frustration, suddenly not bearing the sight of you in the dress anymore.

"Can you unzip it again, I'm gonna try another one."

Wordlessly, he undoes it and walks out of the fitting room, careful to close the curtain all the way.

Feeling too discouraged to even pay mind to the boy's sudden silence, I reluctantly pick up the next dress. This one is a bright pink, a puffy tutu skirt with a separate matching bustier. You've gotta be kidding me.

"Jungkook was this one a joke?" You stick both pieces out to allow him to see. He doesn't respond and you poke out your head in slight alarm that he might have ditched you. "Jungkook?"

But he's there on the waiting bench, forehead crinkled like he's lost in thought, staring off into space.

"Jungkook, you in there?" You snap your fingers and he comes back down to Earth.

"Huh?" He repeats and this time you grow more annoyed.

"Never mind."

Sliding back the curtain aggressively, you slip out of the navy dress and into the skirt and bustier. Immediately you're repulsed. You look like a tacky cosplay of Princess Bubblegum, the only thing missing being a pink wig.

Surely, this will get a kick out of him.

"Imagine Seokjin knocking on my door," you set the scene, still inside the dressing room, "Grandma opening it and letting him in, horny to get some virgin, sophomore ass, and out steps- BOOM!" You step out with your hands on your hips, "a cupcake, a literal cupcake."

There's a giggle but it's not Jungkook's. It's the store clerk's and although you're flattered your humiliation is being channeled into something entertaining, it wasn't who you were hoping for. Jungkook's face remains expressionless, there being more of a sparkle in his small hoops than in his doe eyes.

"Really, nothing?" You frown, your heart sinking at the possibility of him being bored. But how could he, he's the one who picked out all of the dresses.

Returning back into the room in disappointment, your shoulders sag at the possibility of the next hour continuing like this. "Jeon," you start, chewing the inside of your cheek as you discard the unflattering piece and pick up the next one, "if you don't want to be here, just go. I can call Jimin or...or Grandma...or, fuck this is tight." You shimmy into the lavender dress, the fabric straining to glide over your hips.

He doesn't answer again, and by now you're over it.

"Jungkook, what the fuck? I told you not to come-oof," the dress finally slides up, allowing you to hook the thin straps around your arms, "I told you not to come if you don't want to. I rather finish this by myself if you're gonna just sit there like a rock. You might as well just go on to practice boxing, you know, the fucking sport that led me to even go to this stupid thing."

Too immersed in your irritation for your best friend, you step out, forgetting you're even wearing a new dress to scold him even further. "I didn't pull you by the ear and sit you there, RABBIT! You came willingly and YOU'RE the one who even picked all of these out, so why are you acting like such a...a...a bitch?" You voice gets quieter when you catch his eyes intimidatingly boring into yours.

He stands, towering over you but never breaking contact as he presses his palm to the small of your back to guide you back into the dressing room. He positions you right in the middle, setting his hands on your shoulders in front of him and sending a jolt of electricity when his skin makes contact with yours to which to flinch. You pray he doesn't notice until he tilts your chin up to face your reflection in the mirror.

And when you finally do, it's like a match made in heaven. The dress has sequins littered all over, making you glimmer with every move you make. It has a straight neckline that hugs your chest beautifully, as well as your hips before loosening up into a small train in the back.

You're speechless, squinting your eyes in an attempt to really decipher whether it's you or not. As if knowing exactly what you're doing, Jungkook finally smiles. It's the upside down triangle you didn't think you'd miss so much and soon you feel the corners of your own lips twitching upwards.

He runs the tips of his fingers up and down your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Lowering his mouth to hover over your ear, you stiffen, his eyes still locked on yours through the mirror. "This is the one," he breathes out.

"Y-Yeah?" You stammer, spotting the apples of your cheeks begin to turn pink at the feeling of his warm breath fanning your ear. He's so close, if you just turned your face an inch your lips would be attached to his. Which doesn't sound like such a bad idea in all honesty. "Why weren't you answering me?"

Now it's Jungkook stiffening, suddenly realizing how close he is to you and how natural the proximity feels. "I just...I got a text from Coach. He said we're working on cardio today and I got a little bummed. I hate running," he dryly chuckles, sighing in relief when you nod in belief of his lie.

"You think Seokjin will like it?" You ask apprehensively and his world comes to a screeching halt.

"D-Definitely," he smiles, stepping back a foot to put some distance between you two.

"Really? Because there's still more to go through," you whirl around, bending to pick up the other dresses, "we shouldn't just pick the first option, right?"

"Y/N," he chuckles genuinely this time, "do you love it?"

Taking another glance at yourself in the mirror, you glaze over yourself once more in admiration. Jungkook doesn't need to hear you speak to know your answer. "You look...beautiful. He's a lucky guy."

You don't know why those words sting so much coming from him. Maybe because he was once that same lucky guy. Or at least he was in your eyes.

Sensing your weariness still, he sighs before ruffling your hair playfully, "get out of your head. You're gonna knock them all dead, kid."

You smile, "you think so?"

His heart swells at your simple expression. Sticking out his pinky, he clears his throat. "Do you, Y/N, promise to be the hottest sophomore at the prom?"

You snort, "Jeon, I can't promise that-"

"DO YOU, Y/N, PROMISE TO BE THE HOTTEST SOPHOMORE AT THE PROM," he yells louder, pinky still waving in the air.

"Just because you say it louder does not mean I'm going to promise it-"

"My pinky," he pretends to whimper, "it's so cold, so lonely. If only there were a HOT SOPHOMORE, "he winks, "to warm it up and promise me something very simple for her, then it might not fall off."

"It's not going to fall off-"

"AHHHH! I feel it hardening, IT'S CRACKING! Hurry Y/N only you can save it," he groans, dropping to his knees, "I'm gonna pass out."

You giggle, slightly embarrassed for the show you two have both put on for the clerk in just the last 20 minutes.

You hook your pinky with his, him quick to wrap around it as if it is his source of life.

"I promise, dummy."

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