BOYS WHO IGNORE GIRLS!

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They would go shopping after class, for a red dress, the exact shade her face turned when she walked into the lecture hall. In the back rows, Jungkook sat leaned against the bench, phone in hand, texting someone that's able to put a smile on his face. When he looked up he noticed Lola taking a seat in the front row.

"Yo-" Taehyung slid in, hand over mouth, "she right there!" he whisper-yelled at his pierced friend.

Jungkook swatted him away with a scorn. Lips moistened with lip balm, he snickered conceitedly. "The fuck you want me to do 'bout it?"

"Ain't you hit that last night?"

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly. He eyed her red curls through the corner of his eye, though averted his attention back to his brown-haired friend. "So? Don't mean I gotta sit with her."

"Mane, you's a player." Taehyung clicked his tongue and leaned back in their seat. Nails tapping on the desk, diluting the chattering crowd in the lecture hall, "At least tell her good mornin' or some."

He thought about it. Teeth playing with his lip piercing, brows pulled together. He exited out of Margot's DMs, and slid into Lola's.

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Skimmed over their last conversation, which was also their first ever conversation online. It was automatic, he'd often read over his old texts with the girls he'd been with. For whatever reason.

Lola picked up her phone, checking her message before she turned around. Over the many shoulders and heads of students trying to take their seat before the lecture began, she smiled and waved.

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Lola's head raised to send a frown his way, eyes rolling, though her smile remained from ear to ear. She started typing again.

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As Jungkook watched her type, Taehyung leaned in curiously, to read their texts.

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Jungkook smirked. The perfecting opportunity was awaiting him. His face smug as he started typing, eyes averting to the impatient redhead every now and then. His fingers were purposely slow, just to tease her. Many rows down, Lola tapped her foot and chewed on her nails in anticipation.

Taehyung grew proud over the words popping up on the screen. He landed light punches on the shoulders of his black-haired friend as Jungkook hit send.

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They could not see, but they could imagine. The way Lola read the text over and over to make sure her eyes were not deceiving her. From the distance, Jungkook watched her gasp, and wished he could hear it.

Lola took many seconds to respond. Phone on the desk, she tapped her cheeks and breathed in and out before turning around again. In hopes he saw, she rolled her eyes dramatically, and picked up her phone.

Fingers tapping away on her screen.

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"Ooohhh!" Taehyung cackled, sending haphazard smacks in Jungkook's way, while he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, surpressing his urge to throw his head back and laugh. "Yo she ate you up, no cap!"

Nodding, "Right." Jungkook hummed. There were no boundaries when it came to DMs, at least not to him. Jungkook typed quickly, and demonstrated the last text by smirking her way and winking.

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From where she was sitting, Jungkook's face was a bunch of vague pixels, and pushing her glasses up only helped a little, though the wink. It was in 4k. Lola smiled. Coy. She raised a fist and pried her middle finger open, as if presenting him with a gift.

Meanwhile, Jungkook blew raspberries. His grin stretched across his reddening face. In response, his middle finger and thumb stretched, lips puckering to challenge her either further.

Upon the greeting of their professor, Lola gave him and nod and turned around. Ready to follow the lecture.

"Mane, yall be actin' like them highschool couples." Taehyung shook his head in slight disgust, though he was enjoying every single second of it.

Jungkook kissed his teeth and leaned back, hands behind his neck, and low and tired groan spilling out of his mouth. "She got me feelin' some typa way."

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"Jiminie, you ain't really talked after coming back from your mom's office last night. Everything good?" Yoongi threw an arm around Jimin's shoulders, leaning in casually. Upon hearing it, Jin sneaked a glare at Namjoon, who sat hungover one row down. Dark circles hidden behind black tinted sunglasses. He looked down in shame.

When the five of them took classes together, things got awkward very quickly. Usually, Taehyung and Jungkook would crack an easy joke for distraction if the topic of Jimin's mother were to ever arise, but they were not here. Instead, it was Namjoon sweating nervously under Jin's murderous demeanor.

Jin was the type to bear the ups and downs of brotherhood. He had seen betrayal first-hand, and it gnawed at his heart, how they were keeping an unforgivable secret from Jimin. He had not slept a good night's sleep since he caught Namjoon with their principal. It felt as though a mountain inside of him had collapsed. For months on end, he thought of a way to tell Jimin, but none of them guaranteed a friendship in the future. The following months were of him trying to convince Namjoon, as he should be the one to tell Jimin. Of course, Namjoon was not so eager to do so, either. In one way or the other, their secret grew, until it was in the hands of all of them, except Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok.

Blond hair brushed back sleekly, "Mhm." Jimin sighed. His shoulders lowered, lips pouting softly. "We just had the usual talk, but she was acting... weird this time."

"Weird how?" Yoongi raised a brow.

The lecture hall got crowded quickly. A few noisy old laptops roared, due to clogged fans and overheated hard drives, and the babble of the students around were quick distractions for Jimin to gather his thoughts. He blew raspberries, "I don't know. Like she just looked panicky-"

"That's not a word!" Hoseok, listening intently, had been seated beside Namjoon. Arms leaned over the back of their bench, corrected his blond-haired friend, who was currently rolling his eyes.

Kissing his teeth, "Yo let my boy talk?" Yoongi jeered back. His hands had been sneaking around Jimin's waist in the process, "Go on babe."

"Ugh..." Hoseok pretended to puke, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "You lovebirds disgust me." He drew his phone out of his pocket and replied to a text of which he saw the notification of. It had managed brighten him up instantly. A wide smile plastered across his reddening face. He had dissolved into the conversation like cotton candy in water.

On the other hand, "Anyways... Yeah, I don't know. Like she just looked like she was hiding something from me." Jimin explained further.

Another glare out of the corner of Jin's eye. His chin rested in his palm, that was his pose for when he acted nonchalant. It was hard for him to keep his cool when Namjoon pressed his lips together and put his dimples on display. To Jin, it looked like nobody but himself cared about this issue.

Yes, Namjoon might feel bad, and he might be ashamed, but apparently not enough to fix it.

He scratched the back of his neck to avoid burning under Jin's judging looks.

"The entire time we were talking she was like, looking around her office. And she didn't even fully let me in. I was standing on the fucking threshold, she was gripping that door handle for dear life."

Yoongi hummed. Creases formed on his forehead. "That is fuckin' weird."

Namjoon forced himself to stop listening to their conversation. He turned back around, head down on the desk, as he fell into regret.

last night!

"You waitin' on somebody?" Namjoon whispered.

Miss Park shook her head as she wiped the cum of her thighs with a napkin, and pulled her skirt down. Just then, another knock was heard.

"Mom?"

The -familiar- voice called from the other side.

Namjoon's eyes widened with panic. Miss Park helped him up and pushed him under her office desk, while shushing him.

Once hid, "Jimin!" she opened the door.

Before her stood her blond haired, clueless son. He forced a smile, though his true thoughts showed through with every passing second. Eyes widening, "Not gonna let me in?"

"Uhm-" Miss Park cleared her throat. This was not the first time they were on the brink of getting caught. Though the blood rush was always going to be nerve-wracking. "I'm just, really busy!"

Jimin was never fond of his mother. That might sound cruel, but if there's no love in you, then are you a mother, or just someone with a child?

He nodded. His plump lips were moistened with his tongue poking out a little bit. "Me and Yoongs were just returning to our dorm and I thought I'd stop by... Y'know, ask how you're doing."

There was an obvious shift in the air. Miss Park had straightened her back, shoulders suddenly sharp and tall. "You two are... still-"

"Yes." Just another out of a million answers he had given his mother over the past three years. "We're still together. Your son's still homosexual, and still in love with Yoongi.... If that's what you're asking."

"Jimin-"

"Okay, mom." He was not going to allow it. Not this time. His heart had been broken many times, on many occasions, by the same people. One of them was the very woman before his eyes, the woman he came from. A knot formed in his throat, eyes watering, "I know you don't really like seeing me happy, because I'm not worthy or whatever, but this is it. This is me. I can't keep pretending anymore."

Miss Park took a step forward. Notes of lavender mixed with something bitter. She reached a hand to caress her son's quivering face, but he refused. "Don't like seeing you happy?! Jimin, that's all I want in life!" She took a pause. They say mothers always favor their sons, and sons their mothers, but in this case, there was no one else to favor. She took in a deep breath. "I just want what's best for you."

Over the deafening silence in the hallway, "Which is?" Jimin asked. His voice cracked, and it symbolized the way he had been cracking, for years now.

Miss Park shook her head. An exhausting weight settling on her shoulders. She wiped a single tear away, and sniffled. "For you to just be normal."

Ear-splitting, stomach churning, throat slicing. The chill crawling down his spine were all those things, at once. Jimin shivered. He lips puckered, muscles tightening and relaxing sporadically. "Wow." He sighed.

"Jimin I-" her pleads were to no avail.

"No!" Jimin raised his brow, and a stern finger in front of her face. "You don't get to treat me like shit and then cry about it! I don't even-" he took a second to wipe his nose with the back of his hand, to lower his voice, "I don't even know why I keep trying to make things good with you. All you do is break my fucking heart."

His voice broke, and so did his heart. Jimin stormed down the hallway, while his mother called after him between sobs.

When she returned inside her office, she noticed Namjoon standing by the desk, arms crossed in front of his chest. He pointed his finger at the -now closed- door. "The only thing I hate about you is the way you treat my friend. That's my brother."

"And my son!" Pain and sorrow was apparent in her frantic voice. She bit down on her bottom lip so as to not take it further, but sometimes words just slip out the cracks. "We're both guilty! You have no right to tell me how to be a mother!"

He shook his head. Simple, infuriated. "I won't. I can only tell you what kinda mother you are." The room echoed with his steps approaching her. Eye-to-eye, teeth gritting, "You might be a decent fuck but you're a terrible mother."

After that, Namjoon stormed out. He made sure Jimin had been long gone, before stomping to the elevators. He was not going to his dorm, but to the girl he had been thinking of all night.

present time!

Namjoon wanted the ground to break in half and suck him in. He wanted to disappear, at least out of Jin's threatening aura... and Jimin's clueless one.

"Yo, where you going?"

Hoseok's question was unanswered. Namjoon had already stormed down the steps, and out of the lecture hall. Yoongi and Jimin too, watched curiously. Only Jin, aware, shook his head disappointedly.

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Jungkook had been glancing at Lola's back every now and them. His brown eyes grew in awe as she bunched her curls into a nest on top of her head and secured it with one of her many pencils, leaving two slut strands out like a curtain over her glasses.

The subject was death... Or better yet, murder. Their professor had been teaching about the morals of killing, and if there were any. Surprisingly, everyone had something to say about it, and at one point or the other, the conversation led to a collective argument. Some said murder is always bad, no matter the reason, while others disagreed. One student raised her hand, "Professor, is it legal to kill in self-defence?" she asked.

"Good question!" The professor pointed and turned to the entire class. Hands gesturing at them all, "Anyone care to answer?"

His squinted eyes skimmed around at a few heads ducking, avoiding his cold calls, until his gaze fell upon the freckled and focused face. "You." He announced, "With the red hair."

Lola looked up from her laptop screen, "Me?"

"Yes."

She stood up and straightened her creased jeans, while collecting her thoughts. "Uhm... Well, under the New York Penal Law Article thirty-five, you are legally allowed to use deadly force if you believe the attacker is about to kill you."

Impressed, the professor nodded. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "That is correct, but what do you think? Should it be legal to kill in self-defence?"

It was a loaded question. Lola felt as though she had gone through this exactly moment before. She felt blood rush to her face, hot, dizzy, her throat suddenly too dry to talk. She only managed to nod.

"You do?" The professor asked for clarity.

Lola cleared her throat, "Yes." She said. "I think it should be legal to defend yourself in any way you can. Whoever is about to kill you is a criminal, and deserves to be locked up in some way or the other."

The professor nodded, as though to agree, and gave her a warm smile. "What's your name?"

"Lola."

"Lola." He repeated. Just outside the large windows, the sun reflected its light through the glass, highlighting a couple sleeping heads. Ignoring those who choose to ignore the lecture, he turns to the ones listening intently. "Lola here believes it should be legal to kill in self-defence, who disagrees with that statement? Raise your hand."

A plethora of hands were held high, which was expected, though Lola still felt a few judging eyes stab her in the neck... Or maybe she had mistaken the goosebumps for paranoia. Everyone must think she is a killer now. She gulped. They must think she is evil.

In the back of the lecture hall, Jungkook was intrigued. There was no doubt he agreed, yet he wanted to know more. Delve deeper. Hear her thoughts, and share his own. Something from within told him they might not be so different, the two of them.

"Wouldn't that, by your logic, make you a criminal too?"

On the left, a voice of of the crowd spoke. To a few people, especially Jungkook, it sounded familiar. Looking for the mysterious voice, the professor gestured at the general area. "Can the person who just spoke please stand up?"

Between chattering students rose a brown-haired boy, wearing a shirt with The Joker and a smirk. His hands were inside of the pocket of his washed out jeans, and a slit separated the tail of his eyebrow from the rest.

"What's your name?" The professor asked him.

He licked his lips. "Charlie Connor."

"Charlie Connor?" The professor repeated in a question, and upon seeing the boy nod, "Would you like to repeat what you just asked Lola?" He suggested.

Charlie turned to Lola almost immediately. Eyes piercing into hers a couple rows to his side. "I just think it's unfair how the attacker is a criminal for trying to kill you, but if you kill them, it's just self-defence? Seems a bit hypocritical."

It was audibly clear, some of the students were siding with Charlie. He shrugged pompously, and Lola wanted to slap the smirk of his face.

"Lola?" The professor pulled her out of her intrusive thoughts, "Like to answer?"

She gathered her thoughts, and while she did, Jungkook scorned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Beside him, Taehyung did the same. "Yo, why the fuck white boy yapping?" He whispered.

Jungkook shook his head. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, before swirling it around his lip ring. "He lookin' for another beating, I guess. Low-key hope my girl slaps him."

"For real..." In the middle of an agreeing nod, "Hold up-" Taehyung turned to his friend, "your girl?"

Jungkook sighed and threw his head back. "I'm just sayin' like," kissing his teeth, "in a friend kinda way."

He did not believe it, of course, but chose to give it a pass. Taehyung hummed, snickering, and focused back on Lola, who had gathered her thoughts.

"But it's not the same?" She argued. Hand on hip, Lola frowned at Charlie. "I'm not killing them for my own enjoyment. It's for survival. If I don't kill my attacker, then they'll kill me."

The professor listened to his students arguing, and was aware it could quickly turn into a kerfuffle. Noticing the way Charlie shook his head, "Do we have an objection?" He questioned.

"Well," Charlie started, "to play the devil's advocate, I don't think killing someone just because you think they want to kill you can be morally justified." He ended, and made sure to emphasize the last part.

A few collective hums erupted from the class.

Needless to say, everyone was waiting for Lola's response. She gulped. It seemed as though her throat had been getting dryer and dryer. The artificial lights above were blurring her vision. "I'm not saying it should be legal to kill anyone you think is trying to kill you, though?"

"What are you saying then?" Charlie cocked a brow.

Lola rolled her eyes. "If someone was trying to kill you, I think it'd be pretty obvious. If they're pulling a knife or a gun, then you know they're trying to kill you, which to me, morally justifies killing them."

"Okay well," the professor interrupted their heated conversation. "we have two very different opinions here."

To engage with the class he raised a finger, and invited Lola and Charlie to stand on the lifted stage with him. Standing between the two, "Who here agrees with Lola?"

More than half of them, especially the girls, raised their hands. As she skimmed the class, Lola could not help but grin when he saw Jungkook's arm raised high. Whether it was the similarities she noticed between herself and him, or the simple fact that he agreed with her, it managed to make her smile.

"So, the majority?" The professor stated. "This means you lot agree that it is moral to kill someone in self-defence, is that correct?"

A collective "Yes!" later, he thought deeply. "I'd like to present you with a hypothetical! Let's say it's late at night, you're walking back to your dorm when someone stops you on your way and pulls a knife on you. They have a mask on 'n don't speak, so you don't know who it is. As they're getting closer, you find a rock by your foot. Now, you're in the middle of a dilemma. You could, take the rock and hit the attacker in the head with it, or, you could wait for them to kill you. What do you do?"

The hypothetical was directed at Lola and Charlie, and neither of them had to think for a second.

"I would hit them with the rock." Lola said. She shrugged and tilted her head to the side, surprised to see Charlie shaking his head.

Just as surprised, "Do you disagree?" The professor asked them.

"I do." Charlie nodded.

Confused grunts and cusses bubbled up in the lecture hall. Jungkook and Taehyung especially. They were ready to throw tomatoes. Jungkook kissed his teeth and groaned deeply. "Man's buggin'."

"On god..." Taehyung rolled his eyes. He felt a certain type of hate for Charlie. Not just because he is white, but the general personality. Charlie was the kind of person Taehyung could not stand.

Upon hearing his classmates, "Wait wait wait!" Charlie lifted both hands in protest. "I'm not saying I would wait for them to kill me, but I also wouldn't just murder them."

"So, what would you do then?" The professor asked.

"I would try and take 'em down. Y'know, like get them on the ground and make sure they can't hurt me." He explained.

"Then what?" The professor insisted on a full answer. He had been trying not to show, but it was disappointing to see someone like Charlie in a criminology lecture.

Charlie shrugged. "Call the police."

"And what makes you think you're gonna succeed?" Lola raised a brow and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It's easier to just hit them. Whether you kill them by accident, or just knock them out, you should be allowed to defend yourself."

"Hmm." The professor had his finger against his lips, humming towards Lola. "Okay, who else disagrees with Charlie?" He asked the rest of the class.

Rising to his feet, "I do." Jungkook hollered.

The professor had a hard time seeing him in the back, and thus squinted his eyes. "Could the person who just spoke step closer please?"

Down the steps he went. Jungkook stood with his hands in the pocket of his baggy jeans, tongue playing with his piercing.

"What's your name?"

"Jungkook."

The professor hummed and repeated. "Jungkook. You're on Lola's side, I'm assuming?"

"Yes sir." Jungkook nodded. "I think Charlie cappin' big time."

Laughter erupted around him, it seemed as though their professor was the only person who was confused. Beside him, Lola chuckled softly. Their eyes linked shortly, and she felt the butterflies cut the walls of her stomach again.

"Capping?" The professor frowned.

With his ego fueled, Jungkook laughed. "Means he's lying."

"You think Charlie is lying?"

"Yeah." Jungkook shrugged. Behind him, Taehyung clapped in agreement, though quickly stopped when no one else joined. To break the awkward silence, "Personally, Ion believe he's being real with us. You gon' tell me you ain't finna hit a bitch that's trynna kill you?!"

The last part was heavily directed at Charlie, which he did not take lightly. Chest puffing, he gasped.

"Language." The professor warned, before cocking a brow. "So let me get this straight, you think Charlie would in fact kill his attacker?"

"He really fuck- freakin' stupid if he ain't." Jungkook kept the class alive. They laughed with his every word, especially the girls. They sized him up, eating him with their eyes.

Lola, between all of it, pressed her lips together. She suppressed her laughter behind her hand. Looking at him, he was something else. She had not really thought about it until now, how attracted she was to him. In a sexual way, of course, but in many other ways too. The first impressions had vanished, Jungkook was nothing like the first day she met him.

"Would you kill your attacker?" The professor questioned.

Jungkook did not hesitate. He nodded sternly, and sniffed to play it cool. "Am I gon' get in trouble for sayin' that?"

Added to the list of people he was able to make laugh, his professor chortled. It must have been a real knee-slapper, the way he had done exactly that. "This is just a hypothetical, don't worry."

Tittering, "Aight. Yeah, I would for sure." Jungkook told him. "I mean, 'course I would. Ain't boutta get killed, that's low-key embarrassing."

Another wave of laughter filled the lecture hall.

"Do you think it's morally justified, though?" Charlie interfered, and everyone only then remembered him also being there.

A couple hundred sighs were heard, accompanied by the collective shut of eyes. It seemed like he had managed to annoy nearly everybody in class.

Including Lola. She rolled her eyes bitterly.

"I do." Jungkook told him, straight up. "I also think it's justified to kill someone to save someone else."

"Hm?!" The professor raised a finger. "That's an interesting point! So you're saying it should be legal to kill the attacker of another person?"

"Yes sir."

"Care to elaborate?"

Jungkook straightened his back. He had been searching for the right words, being more careful with a mostly white class. It could be tough to speak your mind in a room full of people who are very ready to judge and assume. He cleared his throat, "I just mean like, if I saw that somebody I love was 'boutta be killed, I'm smashing the killer's head."

Nodding, "So, you'd try and save the person being attacked?" The professor asked.

"Yes sir."

"But only when it's someone you love." Charlie rolled his eyes, "Yeah, real heroic of you!" He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared Jungkook down. Silence took over for a little while, before he shrugged, "He said it himself."

"I mean, 'course it's gon' be easier to kill somebody for someone I love, than just for a stranger." Jungkook explained. The class seemed to agree.

Checking the watch around his wrist, "Okay, well-" The professor clapped his hands together, announcing; "The lecture's over, but I want all of you to come up with your own arguments for this topic, we'll be discussing them tomorrow!"

And left the lecture hall.

He watched her. Jungkook. His eyes followed her back to her desk, stuffing her bag with notebooks and her laptop. "The fuck got into you?" Taehyung's heavy smack on his shoulder startled him. "Stickin' up fo' her and shit?"

"Ain't stuck up for her." Jungkook shrugged, "Just said what I thought. Charlie talkin' bullshit, I had to say some." He brushed his fingers through his hair.

Charlie crossed the isle and approached Lola. "Hi."

Sighing, "Hi." Lola mumbled. Out the corner of her eye, she noticed him. Shoulders suddenly tense.

"Sorry if I offended you or anything." Charlie was white, and it was clear in the way he built sentences. Of course he was not sorry, that's just what he told Lola. Eyes searching for a glimpse of interest on her face, "I'm Charlie." He reached out a hand.

For some reason, Lola had not yet looked away from Jungkook. The minute her hand touched Charlie's, something inside Jungkook caught flames. Wether it was his heart, or his ribcage burning to dust, he felt it deep. To Lola, it was only visible in the way he clenched his jaw. Any closer, and she'd hear his teeth graze agitatingly. Taehyung did.

"Lola." She cleared her throat and turned to greet Charlie with an artificial smile. "And no, you didn't offend me. I'm used to men saying men things."

Chuckling, "Men things?" Charlie cocked a brow. Students walking around and between them to leave the lecture hall, their eyes breaking and meeting repeatedly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He knew what it meant. Most men love to pretend, and tease, and annoy, and mansplain.

"Nothing." Lola shrugged, expectedly.

Down the steps, Jungkook stomped. Brows snapped together, he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Hi!" Lola grinned, though it vanished quickly. Jungkook had bumped harshly into Charlie's back and left without a word or a look.

He had ignored her.

While Charlie cussed him out with a frown, and hands faltering in the air, Taehyung slugged down the steps, sushing the white boy. "You's in the middle o' the damn place, move yo' white ass!"

"Fuck off." Charlie scorned at the snickering boy.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and jutted his chin at Lola. "Sup girl?"

"Hi." Lola replied. "You're Jungkook's dormmate? I saw you last night-" she stopped herself. Cheeks flushing when she remembered shamefully treading out of their dorm as him and Jin watched.

"Mhm. Taehyung, errbody call me Tae though." He filled in her silence. It had brought her to ease.

"Nice to meet you!" She threw her bag over her shoulder. "I'm Lola."

He nodded. Behind him, Charlie rolled his eyes and left with his hands in his pockets. "Lil' advice from me, just ignore white boy, he a bitch."

"Yeah, I figured." Lola chuckled softly. She couldn't help but eye him up and down. Taehyung looked ethereal. A suit, like he'll attend a formal event after class, neatly combed hair, and the face of a greek god. His features were damn near perfect. Gulping, Lola searched for the words. "Is Jungkook okay?"

To reassure her, Taehyung placed his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry 'bout him. He just kinda moody today, it got none to do witchu. Kay?"

Lola pressed her lips together and nodded.

"See you 'round, girl." Smiling back, Taehyung left the lecture hall.

Was it true? Did it really have nothing to do with her? Lola gathered her things and wandered out the door, mind clouded with various questions and assumptions. She did not like the idea of it being about something else. Deep down, Lola wanted it to be because of her. She wanted Jungkook to hate Charlie, and like her. Just like. Nothing more.

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