I honestly don’t remember what the kid looked like aside from being Asian, which is probably kind of racist, but we’d all been facing forward when we were assigned partners for our History project, so I didn’t get a solid look.
It’s like I’m back in junior high, working on a project with a partner. We hadn’t even exchanged names, but I told him I was free at five to meet at the library, and he was agreeable, so I’m here ten minutes late.
When i see him sitting at a table with a brown bag and containers of food spilling out of it, I’m pretty sure it’s the right kid. I let my bag fall onto an empty chair and place the gym-bag with my dirty clothes in it on the floor.
“Hey,” I said. “Don’t think I caught your name. I’m Mack.” I take a seat across from him. “You’re hungry, eh?”
I lean back and stretch. Pretty sure I jacked up my back at football practice this week and it didn’t help that I’d been going hard on weight training at the gym, but I needed to get stronger.
I pull out the assignment packet, squinting at the questions we had to cover.
“You like history?” I ask because I’m no good at it and I’m hoping at least one of us knows where to fucking start.
Izuku sat with Mina sitting in Katsuki’s usual desk, both looking at the same sheet of paper. Present Mic had given out an English project that was to be worked on with a partner. The partners were chosen at random, each person reaching into a box their teacher had brought with him and picking out a number. Izuku had pulled out the number two, and had waited until someone said that they had the matching number. It turned out, as fate would have it, Mina was the one who picked his matching number. So now they were staring at the sheet given to them, trying to figure out which topic they were going to form a conversation for.
“Are these really the options?”
Mina asked as she looked over the list once more, face wilting at some of the topics.
“These are the only ones that Present Mic gave us….”
Izuku said, also a little unsure about the topics. As it was close to Valentine’s Day, the man had decided that the conversations would all have something to do with helping a friend make chocolate, or asking someone for date ideas.
“I think he’s forcing his lack of love life onto us.”
Summary: Jungkook has always been a loner. Only having one friend that barely even lets him get a word out. College should be flying by with the type of life he’s living. But every time he sees one girl, in particular, it seems like time slows down. Now that a group project has been assigned, and no one is allowed to pick their partners. What will Jungkook do now that he has to work closely with the girl he’s madly in love with for the next three months?
Warnings: anxiety ongoing tag, hand jobs, first time fingering, vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, protected sex, riding, accidental confessions
BTS ML | Index | END
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Before the project was handed out, Jungkook never thought he would be the one to enact anything with you. It’s always been you every time texting first, and even picking when and where you would meet for the project. But It was him that asked this time. Wanting to put himself out there, and that started something that not even his brain could compute.
Jungkook and you have been hanging out everyday since then. Since he was so high off of his orgasm two weeks ago, his confidence was boosted to a hundred and he asked you to hang out. Now he reaps the awards everyday for that bit of confidence he felt by getting to see you. You’re not girlfriend and boyfriend, he knows that, but you two are so close now Jungkook could taste it.
As he currently has your tongue down his throat, moaning into your mouth as your hand jerks him off with earnest he can taste the beautiful future he’s dreamed about with you. Where he takes you on real dates, wakes up next to you everyday, and eventually goes out to find a ring that labels you as his forever. It’s never been so close before... and Jungkook at the moment is even closer to a different kind of peek.
He’s holding the back of your head, fingers tangled in long strains of hair, as your tongue dances with his. Your hand currently in his pants, gripping onto his dick and blowing his mind like you have every single day. It’s hasn’t been always sexual, but when it does turn into this Jungkook feels like he’s teleported to another planet. You make him see stars every time before he cums.
“Mmm, Y/n…” Jungkook moans as he finishes in your hand. You smile, kissing his cheek before you take your hand out of his pants and clean it with a tissue you have next to your bed.
As Jungkook comes down from his high, he knows he’s overthinking it but he wonders if you ever feel used during this. Jungkook hasn’t once touched you unless you moved his hand for him. You know he’s a virgin, and you understand to take things slow, but that doesn’t stop his anxiety from flaring at the thought of you leaving him just because he wouldn’t be enough for you. Not to mention he hasn’t lasted past ten minutes of your touches, and two minutes of your mouth on him. He’s gotten better at holding it in since that first time, but he knows it’s still at virgin level compared to your past experiences.
He may have never asked you about it, but he knows. No one that can move your wrist like you do, and flick your tongue the way you do is low in experience. Especially when you bring your confidence to the front of it all.
“That feel good, Kookie?” You say biting you lip and cuddling into his side.
Jungkook tries to hide his sudden worries, but besides the small smile he gives you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder anyone can tell he’s not 100% happy. “Y-your always so good.”
The blush of shyness still comes onto Jungkook’s face from complimenting you, but his demeanor has not pushed passed you. “What’s wrong?”
Jungkook looks at the poster across your bed, trying to not look your way as he tries and fails to cover up his insecurities. “Nothing… should we continue with the project?”
He makes no move to do just that, and neither do you. “Come on. Tell me what’s wrong?” You say instead, leaning off of him and sitting up on your knees to look down at him.
Your intense gaze has him reeling. Cowering in on himself and finding a spot on your blanket more interesting then answering your question. You sense you’re not going to get an answer, but that doesn’t stop you from being your sexy self that always has him bursting out the truth.
Straddling his thighs, you take his arms and make him wrap them around your waist. Clicking your foreheads together and looking down at his wide doe eyes. With a small voice, trying to sound comforting, you ask, “Please tell me, baby.”
Jungkook swallows around the lump in his throat. His hands shake as they grip onto your waist, and looking up at you like this has the truth spilling out of him without hesitation. “I-I feel bad that I can’t-… well, I haven’t made you… feel… good…”
Jungkook’s gets so strained and small at the end, and it has your heart breaking for him. His ticks and shy antics don’t bother you, but you wish there was a way you could share your confidence with him especially since you’re slowly feeling your heart grow a little bigger for the loner kid.
You pout, moving your face downward so his casted away eyes look at you. “You know I don’t care about that, right? I like you and that’s why I’m fine with taking everything slow.”
You’ve told him this exact thing maybe ten times by now, but it just gives him the same feeling inside. Besides you saying you like him, everything just makes him feel like a bother. Like he’s a second hand project and you’re just staying until you get board. Something that happens a lot with people around Jungkook. He’s gotten used to it by others, but he thinks if you were to get so tired of Jungkook that you leave him he thinks it would just break him in two.
Even just the thought of you abandoning him, and taking your beautiful smile and personality with you, and in all actuality his heart too, makes it feel like he’s living in that dreadful condition. Making his frown deepen and you understand that your constant mantra you’ve been relaying to him is useless.
Then… you have an idea. Your back straightens and your smile brightens. Jungkook looks at you confused, and you know his face is about to brighten like a tomato in the next few second by what you’re about to suggest.
“I could always just teach you how to touch me.”
Just like you thought, Jungkook face turns so red your worried he may overheat. “T-t-teach me?” You giggle at his stutter, confirming his question with a nod of your head. “But I-… isn’t that—like—weird?”
“No. If anything, I think it’s sweet if you did.” It’s true. You do because not many guys would even care about a girls pleasure, so the fact that Jungkook does is making you excited at the prospect to teach him. “Don’t you wanna touch me?”
Jungkook bites his lip, looking like an innocent little bean, and knowing his answer. “I do.”
You smile, taking the small acceptance as enough to smash your lips back on Jungkook’s. Your lips move in sync immediately, and any worries slowly drain away by the second. He’s learned a lot about you these past two weeks, including how you like to be kissed. Him displaying this by biting your lip softly to the point you whimper is so adorable, and music to his ears. You fall off of him to lay down on the bed—both of you facing each other now, but your lips never detaching.
By the time you take his hand in yours, Jungkook is too focused on your lips to noice until it’s being placed on your breast. You’ve guided his hands around your hips and even your thighs before, but never here. He gasps into your mouth when he feels the squishy fat he cupped into his hand, but you don’t let him move way as you push your lips harder against his at the same you make his hand squeeze you. Jungkook tries his best to focus on kissing you, but with his hand on your breast—it being the perfect size in his hand—it’s hard to keep his head on straight.
Pulling back, you look up at a pink faced Jungkook and you don’t even need to look at his crotch to know he’s hard again. The way he’s breathing and looking at you like you hold the universe says it all. You love how you can affect him so easily, meanwhile you haven’t even brought him to the point where you really want him to touch you. Pulling his hand off of you, and keeping your eyes trained on his, you hook your fingers underneath your crop-top and take your shirt off. 
You’ve sent him more pictures since that first time, but nothing revealing what’s under your bra and panties. Right now, though, you have no bra on. Jungkook’s eyes train right to your exposed chest, and his mouth fills with so much saliva he has to swallow just so he doesn’t drool. You’re so beautiful, and he can’t look away. From the way your small buds peddle from the cool air, to the way they slight bounce when your breathe or move. He’s gawking without a care, and itching to reach his hand out to touch you again.
You feel your own cheeks redden as he looks at you. A little embarrassed that he’s looking at you like that, but just when you’re about to pull his hand to touch you again, he surprises you by doing it on his own. You lean back against the pillow, letting his hand touch your breast. It’s likes he’s transfixed by you—doing a few experimental squeezes and making you bite your own lip. When his thumb glides over your nipple you moan softly, waking Jungkook up from his hypnotic state.
When his wide eyes train back on your own, you place your hand on the back of his neck and slowly start pulling his head towards you. He allows you to pull him down until his lip touches your nipple, his breathe fanning over it. Jungkook knows the premise of what you want, but he still looks up at you for instruction.
Feeling already super horny from this endeavor, your voice sounds breathless as you speak. “Go ahead, Jungkook.”
With one more glance up at you, and a thick swallow, he lets his lips wrap around your nipple. It reminds him of a cherry bud, and he finds himself moaning against you at the same time his tongue flicks the bud in his mouth. Jungkook feels like he’s in literally titty heaven as his mouth sucks on you and his other hand continues to hold you. All the while your soft moans are hitting his ears from above him.
Feeling confident, he softly bites your nipple. For which you arched up into Jungkook’s mouth, making his hand squeeze you a little harder too. Detaching his lips from you, he looks up at your flushed face.
“You’re so beautiful,” He says without thinking, but it’s completely true. The way you’re reacting to him, and pushing your chest up for him to touch, it’s so extremely sexy. His heart is beating so hard against his chest right now, he wonders if you can hear it.
Biting the corner of your, you put your own hand over his against that’s still on your breast as you take in his compliment. “D-do you want to continue?”
You’re already pushing his hand down your body, but once his touches are in your naked stomach you wait for Jungkook’s answer to move any further.
Following the line of your with his eyes to where his and your hand is, he gaps when he realizes what you mean. He first thought you meant touching him where his hands just were, but you do mean is a territory that he wouldn’t know a the first thing about. Nervously Jungkook’s stutters out, “W-what if I h-hurt you?”
It’s a understandable question. Would it even hurt if Jungkook touched you there? Is that a thing? He’s not so sure, but by the way you smile at him he feels it’s really unlikely. “You’ll be fine.”
You move his hand down your body again until his finger tips hit the top of your shorts. Letting go of his hand, you wait patiently as Jungkook decides to only push his middle fingers tip into your shorts. He’s so nervous his hand starts to shake, and he knows you can tell, but you still wait patiently for him. Not wanting to push him to do anything.
Licking his lips, he tries to grasp onto the courage that sprouted before within him. He tries to tell himself that you understand he’s new at this, but even as his hand slowly descends into your shorts it’s shaking like crazy.
He feels the top of your lace panties, and he looks at you. Nodding your head you give your own permission for him to explore you. Then, one more hesitate bite lip later, Jungkook pushes his hand underneath your panties and touches you for the first time.
The first thing he touches is your clit, but the first thing he feels enough to concentrate on is how wet you are. Making a small moan release from his mouth when he finally gets to touch what you’ve always teased him with. It’s like a lake of wetness Jungkook finds as he moves his fingers even further down, finding your slit.
It feels so good it’s hard for him to breathe, and he feels his own cock twitch in his pants thinking about what it would feel like if you two were to go all the way. He tries to concentrate back on you, hearing the way your breathing falters whenever he touches certain spots. When the palm of his hand hits your clit by accident, is when the first loud moan from you escapes.
He first thinks that he hurt you, turning to look at you and take his hand out at the same time. But you grab onto his wrist before he can take it all the way out, making his hand stay inside. “I-I’m fine, Kookie. Please… keep going.”
Looking back down at your green athletic shorts, he watches his hand from outside move back to the spot it just was at. When he rubs his palm across your clit again, he recognizes your moan for what it is this time. Repeating the action over and over again because now that sound is addicting to hear.
Jungkook rests his head against you shoulder, looking down at your whole body as you whither like this for him. Your tits bounce every time you take in a shuttering breathe, and anytime his fingers tease at your slit your thighs clamp around his hand out of instinct. Your still holding onto his wrist, but it is in no way there trying to stop him. You feel your own orgasm closing in on its peek, but since he’s only touched your clit it’s not enough for you to release that much pleasure.
Pushing his hand down again, Jungkook feels your slit against his fingers. The wetness doubling, and god he wants to know what it feels like inside.
“Please, Jungkook,” You beg into his ear, and his eyes widen at what you’re uggesting. The nerves coming back, but not enough that he stops his finger from slowly entering you.
It’s so wet and warm, it’s amazing how good you feel right now just on his fingers. He only pushed his finger in until it hit the first knuckle, but Jungkook thinks he could touch you like this forever. Most guys would never even want to touch a girl like this, but by the way you’re moaning and squirming as he slowly continues to enter his finger he would be greatly to touch you like this again.
It’s just when his finger begins to move inside you, still teasing at entering you fully, that you actually stop him by pulling his hand out of your shorts. Jungkook looks up at you wide eyed, thinking he accidentally hurt you this time, but once again your face shows nothing but pleasure and no pain in sight.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
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“Huh?” Jungkook actually didn’t hear you at first. Like his ears and brain did not compute that sentence because it would be too much of a mind blowing thing.
You smirk, knowing your little bunny just is nervous, but you know your way around getting him flustered. “I said… do you want to fuck me? Be inside me? I want you inside me, Jungkook.”
He releases a soft moans against your shoulder at your words, trying to hide how simply words from you could affect him so much. The sound of your sultry words as you whisper them into his ears has his cock leaking precum, and jolting to be inside of you. You know he wants to say yes. If your suspicions are correct, he’s liked you longer then he’s let on, so this would be like a wet dream for him… you just don’t know the extent of how much or for how long he’s wanted this.
Jungkook’s heart was beating rapidly before, but now it’s like it’s about to beat out of his chest. He hasn’t answered yet, but that’s only because he’s trying to grip onto reality by holding onto you. Him thinking at any moment you will disappear and this is all just a wet dream. That touching you today, and all the times you’ve touched him in the past, weren’t real. Just a very long, sexy, and cruel dream. That you asking to go all the way with him isn’t real.
But that moment passes, and you’re still here. Still patiently waiting for his little stutter of an answer, so you can take the reigns and blow his mind sky high. Instead of answering, Jungkook just grips onto your waist tighter, and nods his head against your shoulder. Making you giggle at the shy man cuddling your half naked form.
Without taking his burrowed face out of your neck, you slowly roll the two of you over so you’re on top of him. Once you’re seated in his lap, feeling his hard cock against your ass, you try to pull his face out of your neck, but he’s squeezing you so tightly against him you can’t move.
Giggling, you kiss the top of his head. “It’s okay, Kookie. There’s no need to be nervous… We also don’t have to do it today.”
You feel his lips move against your neck, twitching as he makes up the words he wants to say. Reluctantly, he loosens his hold on you and goes right to staring up at your eyes. “I do… want this… with you.”
He says these words so small and gentle it almost breaks your heart to see how nervously sweet he is. That’s the perfect way to explain Jungkook: Nervously sweet.
To try and distract him, you place your lips gently on his as you start a slow make out session. You’ve come to learn it’s Jungkook’s favorite type. He loves the taste of you, and going slow gives him the ability to take in all of your flavors.
As you two continue to make out, Jungkook slowly relaxing underneath you, you then move your hand up his chest to start to unbutton his shirt. It isn’t until you hand is placed on his naked chest that Jungkook shivers, and opens his eyes to see you above him again. Your soft skin leaving goosebumps along his skin as you pull his button up off of him, and then hold his shoulders as you continue to kiss him.
Slowly moving his hands downward, he cups your ass in his hands and pulls you closer. Your surprised by his sudden boost of confidence with touching you this way, but you still feel his shaking underneath your hands nonetheless. Smoothing your hands down his arms, trying to calm him down, Jungkook shivers again at your touch. Everything about you is like a constant pulse of energy. Energy that he really needs right now as you pull back from him and begin to remove your shorts.
He doesn’t look, giving you privacy that you don’t really need, but as always you find his shyness utterly adorable. When you get back in his lap, you tip his chin up to look at you. With a condom in hand that he doesn’t remember you grabbing, you wiggle it in your finger tips. “You ready, Kookie?”
Is he ready to lose his virginity? Is he ready to lose his virginity to the one girl he’s been in love with since he knew what love was? … fuck, thats a hard question. He doesn’t know. He wants to, yes, but is he ready? To take this next leaping step with his crush that’s he’s been fawning over for almost more then a decade.
Biting his lip, you watch as Jungkook’s mind beings to flip all around, and overthink everything and anything. Placing the condom next to you on the bed, you grind your wet core across his erection through his pants, making him hiss and have to grab onto your hips to stop you from moving any further. He looks up at you with a pout, and you try to hold back your laughter.
“You weren’t answering,” You say with a shrug, faking innocence.
Pulling his lips through his teeth, he voices his concerns, “I want to… but—it’s like—this is important.”
You nod your head in understanding. “It is important. Losing your virginity is a big deal, and-… you like me right?”
He rolls his eyes like it’s obvious, and you almost laugh because your not used to seeing him do that. “Of course.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about. Wouldn’t you rather be with someone you really like instead of a stranger or something?”
Correction, Jungkook thinks, someone he loves. That’s the missing piece with all of this. He hasn’t told you he loves you, or the extent of his feeling for you even. Maybe that’s why he’s hesitant suddenly because he hasn’t told you yet, but at the same time, you have a point. He never thought in a million years that he would get to this point with you, and what if tomorrow the dreams shatters. He fucks up or you decide to not like him, then he would never know what it would be like to be with you in this way.
It’s a selfish reason to believe he’s ready, but Jungkook has been selfish with you since the very start. Not telling you his true feelings, but letting you stay close to him like you have. If anything, this can be his last selfish act before he won’t be able to let go of you. He knows your going to forever be a part of him, weather you two do this or not, but knowing he lost his virginity to the love of his life would make him set for life. Never regretting any decisions on the matter.
So, with one gawking glance down at your body, the body that has been filing his dreams for years, he finally answers your question, “I’m ready.”
Sometime later, when you’re both sweaty, kissing, naked and Jungkook is so hard he’s leaking against your thigh, you roll the condom onto him. Jungkook’s hold on your hips hasn’t lessened since you first started to get back into the groove of making out. This being the first time you’ve both been naked together, and each time your wet pussy touches his skin he feels he’s about to cum.
The condom doesn’t help lessen the feeling as you point the head of his dick at your entrance, you still on top of him like before. When you slowly glide his head into you, his eyes shut on their own accord as he tips his head back and moans. He doesn’t need eyes anyway, and he feels he’ll cum if he opens them again to see you, so this is how he stays as you slowly descend down on him. Taking his virginity and making Jungkook feel boats amount of pleasure he’s never felt before.
The best way to explain how Jungkook feels is euphoric. He’s never felt something so wet, and warm, and tight like being inside you before, and if it wasn’t for him clenching his jaw he thinks he would have cum already. Feeling your slick walls surround him is heaven, and he knows this just the beginning of that blissful feelings you’re conjuring within him right now.
You stay still, seated on top of him, because you know if you were to move right now it would be over within five seconds. Jungkook hasn’t opened his eyes, but as you clench around him he places his head against your chest to hiss against your skin. His arms that were once on your hips now wrapped around you completely and supporting your back with his hands.
You giggle, love watching him become a mess for you, and you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his temple. “Feel good, Kookie?”
He shutters, blinking his eyes open to look up at the love of his life. “Fucking fantastic.”
You bite your lip hearing his curse, and then begin your slow movements of removing yourself from him and then impaling yourself again. Each time you descend on him, his body jolts and he moans or grunts against your chest.
He isn’t the biggest you’ve ever been with, but the way his cock is already growing inside of you while he withers against you has your own orgasm waining on releasing itself.
When Jungkook feels you clench around him, softly moaning into his ear, he has to hold himself back from scratching at your back. Your speed increases with each movement, and it’s getting harder and harder for Jungkook to not cum. He wants to be good for you, and not finish within a minute, but when your voice starts to carry higher like his as you moan it gets so hard—both not being able to cum and his cock.
“Mmm, You feel so good. You make me so wet, and close, baby. Are you close? It feels like your big cock is ready to blow.”
Jungkook groans against your chest, clenching his jaw so tightly his teeth make a noise because your words have him just at the precipice of cumming. It isn’t until you can’t help yourself and pull his face out of your chest by his hair, smashing your lips and tongues together that Jungkook can’t hold back anymore. The overwhelming amount of pleasure from your pussy and tongues dancing is to mo much for Jungkook that he can’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck, y/n, I can’t….”
With his hands on your hips, he thrusts up into you and cums right into the condom. He moans your name into your mouth, and you swallow it all. But you don’t stop your movements just yet. Feeling him cum—into the condom—for you has you close to your own orgasm. You always enjoying seeing others tip over the edge for you, so you start moving on him as fast as your body can let you—chasing your own euphoria. He wraps his arms around you again, hissing through the oversensitivity, but he doesn’t care. After that earth shaking orgasm you just put him through he wants to stay inside you forever.
He starts kissing your chest, not being able to resist, and grabs ahold of your ass as you bounce on top of him. “Oh god, Jungkook… I’m so close.”
His eyes widen when you say those words, his cock jolting right back up into being fully erect inside of you. Taking his face out of your chest, he looks up at you wide eyed. “Wait, really? Your about to…? Oh my god…”
Right after he says those words, your orgasm hits you at full speed. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of you as your face contorts and you moan out his name like a prayer. Your pussy clenching around him like a vice, and it has another orgasm ripping out of Jungkook front he tight wetness that just enveloped him. He’s not even embarrassed about it at this point. You feel so good, and watching and feeling you cum for him has set him for life.
You collapse on top of him as your orgasm ceases, and Jungkook gladly catches you then leans back against the bed. He still feels winded by what just happened, but he’s more in awe that you two just did this. That you two just had sex for the first time, and he had the ability to make you cum.
Brushing the sweaty hair out of your eyes, he looks down at your face that’s currently rested on his shoulder. You look so beautiful like this and seeing your smile slowly grow again as you catch your breath has Jungkook’s heart soaring. He’s never felt so loved, or happy in his life than in this moment. You both are sweaty messes, and still coming off of your highs, but Jungkook feels like he can really do this forever with you. Forever hold you in his arms, and tell you all the ways he…
“I loved that,” You say.
“I love you.”
Your breathing stops, and you look up at him wide eyes.
It takes five seconds for Jungkook to realize what he just said, the euphoric moment he was just sharing with you completely disappearing, and then his own smile falls…
Fuck!
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the finale part of project partners is coming soon…
Summary: Jungkook has always been a loner. Only having one friend that barely even lets him get a word out. College should be flying by with the type of life he’s living. But every time he sees one girl, in particular, it seems like time slows down. Now that a group project has been assigned, and no one is allowed to pick their partners. What will Jungkook do now that he has to work closely with the girl he’s madly in love with for the next three months?
Warnings: anxiety, class project (ew), first kiss, first hand job, first blow job (for five seconds), cumming in readers mouth, lots of pining, suggestive flirting, just in case you forgot: jk loves reader hard
A/n: hey… um… I know it’s been like a year since I updated this story, and I originally said this story was discontinued, but after reading over this story again I’ve decided to bring it back! Yay! Last year I went through a really bad funk, and stopped writing a lot of projects I was in love with, including this one. I also got a hate comment about this story before it even came out, so that didn’t help my mental health or keep me inspired about writing… BUT I’m okay now, and have been so inspired to write lately. I hope you enjoy this part even though it’s very late! 💜
BTS ML | Index | CH 6
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Jungkook didn’t know what to wear. What do you wear to meet up with the girl you’re madly in love with, anyway? He met up with you once, he should be able to meet up with you again just fine!
But this was somehow different. You asked him to go to your room after flirting with him! Both of you… alone, again… in your room! You said it was for the project, but Jungkook’s fuzzy brain is saying it’s not just for the project. What if you want to-
He shakes his head, not allowing stupid horny thoughts to cloud his mind right now. Other then you finding him intriguing - whatever the fuck that means - he doesn’t understand how this is happening to him. For one, Jungkook is not intriguing. Other then his smarts in the arts, he’s got nothing. The only good thing about his life was when he snuck glances at you.
Not in a creepy way. More like a, you don’t know he’s staring and you’re just so beautiful he can’t not look at you, way. Okay… maybe a creepy way, but give him a break! He’s in love. In love with the popular, beautiful, sweet, Y/n L/n.
Huhhh… he’s going to suck at this.
Jungkook holds the shirt he picked up from his bed about five times now, and threw it at the bed again. Looking down at the pile of clothing on his bed, he huffs out a breathe, frustrated with himself. If he can’t even pick out an outfit, then how is he going to get through a date with you?!
He decided once he got back from the little coffee meet up you two had, that he was going to change his outfit. The tight blue tank top and short shorts you were wearing did not pair well with his overly baggy red gamer shirt and black sweatpants. A stupid thing for him to wear out in the first place!
Yup! He’s hopeless. Jungkook spins around, and falls back on his bed onto the pile of clothing. He presses the balls of his hands onto his closed eyes, wanting to cry about how overwhelming this all is.
Just when Jungkook is about to chicken out, texting you that he can’t meet with you today because he suddenly became sick only a few hours after seeing and being just fine, Ryan barges through the door. He looks at his helpless friend, then rolls his eyes.
“Seriously! This again, dude! How many times are you going to get depressed about meeting with her? I thought love made sunny days every day or some bullshit thing like that.”
Jungkook takes his hands off of his face, and instead uses them to support his weight as he sits up in the bed.
“I don’t know what to wear!” Jungkook shouts, ignoring everything his friend and roommate just said to him.
“Ugh!” Ryan complains as he jumps onto the bed, not wanting to deal with his shy bean of a friend. “Dude, just wear black.”
Jungkook raises a confused eyebrow at him. He asks in a small voice, “Black?”
“Yes, black. Girls dig a guy in black. Don’t understand it myself, but something about a guy looking like he’s secretly a vampire is hot to girls.”
Jungkook blinks at few times at Ryan, then stands up from his bed to turn and look at his clothing again. He digs around the clothing pile, and finds a few black things he hasn’t worn in while. Although black is his favorite color, last time he went through a faze of just wearing black the school called him into the office to ask if he was suicidal.
Yeah… that went as well as you think.
After putting the clothing on and adjusting himself in the mirror, he turns around to see Ryan is already staring at him. Pushing that aside, he gestures to his outfit. “Well!”
It’s a plain black shirt paired with a black leather jacket on top that has three colorful buttons on the chest pocket. He’s also sporting a pair of black jeans, and black boots. Basically, Jungkook is putting all the goths in this school to shame with his look… and Ryan likes it.
Ryan coughs into his fist, shuffles in his seat because he’s not used to his friend actually looking attractive. Sure, Jungkook has a hot face, but the way he presents himself and the overly baggy clothing he usually wears doesn’t let the world see how good looking he truly is.
“Ugh… you look good, I guess? Is that normal to say to a friend?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at Ryan, not caring for his weirdness at the moment.
He looks back at himself in the mirrors, trying and failing not to clutch at the ends of his jacket cuffs. He’s nervous beyond belief to meet with you. Jungkook’s honestly believe he always will be, but again: this is only for the project.
The amount of times he told himself made it less believable every time. Your conversation from the coffee meet up still swirling around in his head, and the amount of times he almost told you his feelings to your face not failing to dawn on him.
How can someone be so nervous, but at the same time comfortably with someone at the same time? It makes no sense, but yet that’s how Jungkook has been with you lately. He just needs to pull that comfortability to the forefront of his brain right now. That’s how he truly thinks this will go well. 
That’s why after a few more looks into the mirror, and combing his hair to the side so it’s parted to own side for the second time, he grabs onto his cell phone, and project supplies and then leaves the room.
Keeping his head up high as he leaves his dorm to head to yours.
———
Jungkook gets to your dorm door, and guess what happens? Not him knocking on the door, that’s for sure!
He went to knock, then stopped himself. A minute later he went to knock again, then stopped again. Feeling like a bigger idiot each time he stops his hand from rapping on the only piece of wood that’s separating himself from you. Just when he’s about to knock on the door again, his phone dings in his pocket.
He cringes at the loud bird chirp that comes from his phone, praying you didn’t hear it through the door since his volume was on the highest setting it could be. But since the universe fucking hates him, you did hear it.
“Jungkook, is that you?” You just texted him no more then five seconds ago wondering if he was on his way, then heard a phone ding from the other side of your door. You open the door, and see a highly embarrassed Jungkook standing there, phone in hand now.
“Ugh… Hi, Y/n! Just got your text!” He waves his phone, showing your name and last text light up on the screen. You try your very hardest not to crack a smile at how adorable he is.
“We’re you just standing out here, or did you just arrive?” You ask with a knowing and joking smirk on your face.
Jungkook’s eyes widen, realizing he may have just gotten caught at being the most weirdest person in the universe for not knocking on your door when he first arrived. “N-no! I just got here, seriously.”
Yeah, the seriously does nothing for him. Lucky for Jungkook, though, you find everything about him adorable. Even when he is to shy to answer the door. You’re not sure when it happened, maybe the first day you worked on the project and he offered you his shoulder to cry on, but you kinda have a little crush on the loner of your school.
It’s just then when you were about to gesture for him to come in, that you take in his outfit. You’ll be the first to admit that you love a guy in all black especially if that outfit actually has style to it. Jungkook is wearing everything your brain would usually pounce on in movies. Making you and your friend drool at the character, but right now Jungkook is that character come to life.
Jungkook realizes you’re just now noticing his outfit, and because he’s him and thinks you somehow find it bad, he falsely explains, “I-I thought I would try something… new?”
You look back up at Jungkook, completing your fill of his outfit for the moment, and smirk. Tonight, is going to be so fun!
“You’re really hot, Kookie.”
His eyes widen at your sudden compliment, and he feels the tips of his ears redden from the way your eyes roam his body one more time. He never, ever thought he would live to see the day that you - out of all fricken people - thought he was hot. No one finds him hot. Not even himself!
Jungkook’s jaw is slack, and he doesn’t know what to say since your words are playing on repeat in his head. You giggle at his reaction, feeling your own blush start to come on, but you breathe through it. You then gesture inside you room, move to the side a little, and say to him, “Come on in.”
———
Five minutes. Jungkook had five minutes of actually working on this project with you before his mind went to woozy town.
You were wearing the same outfit as before, so once you got comfortable on the floor, changing positions and making your breasts squish onto the paper you were both working on, his eyes zeroed in on them. Every time he had the strength to look away, a pencil or something would roll towards you and he was forced to look back at them. To look back at you, and all your sexy glory.
You’re distracted with the project right now, so would it be really bad just to look for a few seconds? No, Jungkook, that’s not right. But… you’re just so beautiful… it will only be a peak. Jungkook swallows down the lump in his throat, and he feels his eyes twitch as he looks back at you, his conscious of how this isn’t a good idea fading into the background as he takes you in.
You’re in full concentration of the project right now, holding a yellow pencil between your teeth as you think. Your lips have always captivated Jungkook, to the point he would stay up at night thinking about how soft that would feel against his own. He let his eyes roam a little lower, to your neck that has the smallest smudge of blue paint on it. He wonders how that blue paint got there, from you pairing in class or do you have a secret painting in your room somewhere?
The slim part of your neck extends as you turn your head to the side to look at the project with a better angle, and he wonders if you would do the same if he kisses you there. If your skin was slaty like most fan fictions describe, or as sweet as your personality. His tongue rolls in his mouth, wanting to jut out and lick you, just thinking about your taste.
Then his eyes get back to what made him admire you in this moment again. Your two breasts being squished on top of the drawing paper the both of you are using for the project. He feels a ting of jealousy for the piece of paper.
You look up from your drawing when Jungkook doesn’t answer your question that involved the project. You realize very quickly that your question fell of deaf ears, and that something was distracting Jungkook. Two things, to be specific.
You raise a pointed eyebrow at him, and feel heat hit your face. You’ve been admired like this before, you just didn’t expect mr nervous to do the same. You snap your fingers in front of his face, making him have to shake his head out of his horny trance. Jungkook’s eyes are blown out wide, and his face becomes redder then a tomato when he realizes you just got caught him staring at your body.
Jungkook sits up suddenly, making all the pencils around him fly in different directions by his fast movements. He backs up to the end of the side of your bed, and feels like his heart is about to give out. He can’t believe what he just did. He can’t believe what he just got caught doing. He’s never been this reckless around you, but now you’ve caught him in the act.
“I-I-I’m so sorry, Y/n. I - Jesus, I…” Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. But, he also doesn’t know why you’re not yelling at him to get out of your room. To leave your room and never speak to him again because you don’t want to be near someone as perverted as him.
The bubble of anxiety that hasn’t been around since this morning is starting to fizzle across his skin. His hands shaking, and the sweater paws he creates that usually calm him are not helping. He’s looking all around your room, frantic to find a point in your room to look at and calm his rapid beating heart. 
Before his anxiety takes over completely, leaving him in a even more embarrassing predicament when he will barely be able to stand when you kick him out of your room, he hears your sweet little giggle fill his ears. He finally looks over at you, seeing you hold your hand over your mouth as you try to calm your laughter.
Jungkook doesn’t understand why your laughing. How is this funny at all? The guy your supposed to be working on a project with, and maybe even close enough to say your friend, was just ogling at your boobs!
“Kookie, it’s okay. Stop freaking out.”
His eyes continue to stay wide, and he feels one of them twitch. “I-it’s okay?”
You nod your head, plastering another smirk on your face while you look at Jungkook calm down from his little freak out. You point a pink manicured finger at Jungkook, “You, my friend, are to cute!”
He hears you giggle again, and then you start to crawl over to Jungkook, and through his anxiety filled brain for a smidgen of a second he compares this moment to one of his nightly imaginations. Imaginations that are always filled with you, and his face in a pillow while he moans into it.
His face gets redder at the thought alone, and he clenches his jaw to stop the thought in its tracks. Once your right in front of Jungkook, you sit up on your knees, making you look taller then him because he’s in such a cuddled up position. Your smirk deflates when you see he’s still shaking, and instead you show him one of your sweet smiles, trying to calm his nerves you even say, “I’m not mad, Kookie.”
Jungkook breathes out a sigh of relief, but that’s doesn’t answer his question of why you suddenly decided to crawl so closely to him or why your not mad, even. He drags his legs up to his chest, cuddling them to his chest with his arms as he tries to be even smaller then he was before.
“Your not?” You shake your head, and he nods his head - anxiety fading away. “T-that’s good, but… um… y/-“
With a singular hand placed on his knee, Jungkook cuts himself off. Anything he was planning to say was wiped clean from his mind once your hand touches him. The heat radiating off your skin and somehow making his entire body shake with it. Jungkook untightens himself, letting go of his legs, but not removing them from his chest.
You’ve touched him before - his hand mostly - but the place your hand is touching now is so intimate. Especially when you rub the bone of his knee with your thumb through his jeans that have suddenly become very tight in certain places.
“Do you like me, Kookie?”
…
Somehow, not needing an ambulance, Jungkook has a heart attack. Well… not really, but it feels like he’s about to by the way he’s sweating profusely. Out of all the questions in the world you could ask him in that moment, why that one?! Not: why were you staring? Or, are you a freak?
Yes, he likes you! Fuck, he fucking loves you! But why ask now? Why ask after he just utterly embarrassed himself and ogled at you like a creep.
“I’m sorry… w-what?” He must not have heard you right. His anxiety has probably just fogged up his brain, and now his mind is making up silly things.
But it wasn’t in his head. You then slowly push his legs wide apart, and Jungkook is frozen to let you do it. You scoot yourself in between his spread legs, fluttering your eyelashes up at him like the minx that you are.
“I said, do you like me?”
Okay, so you did actually say those words. Jungkook swallows even though his mouth is dryer then a desert, and clenches his fingernails into his hands. Not only did you clarify your personal question, but you’re sitting in between his legs - closer to him now then you ever have before.
All Jungkook needs to do is reach out and he’ll be touching you, your that close. But besides that, even if he doesn’t answer your question, all it will take is for you to look down to know your answer.
Realizing this, Jungkook places his hands on top of his embarrassing erection, and then opens and closes his mouth like a cod fish. Still run speechless.
“Because… if you do like me…” You run your hands down both his legs. “Then I would say the feelings are mutual.” Jungkook swallows, ears burning and brain all over the place. “And I would even… give you a little treat if you answer honestly.”
Your hands stop when there right on the outer edges of his crotch. The tips of your fingers touching his hands that are covering his erection that you clearly saw before.
No stutter. No crack in his voice. He says those three words likes he’s breathing out air. There’s a lot about you he doesn’t understand, and one of those things is how in such moments as these he feels like he needs to always tell you the truth. You’re always truthfully to him, so he shouldn’t lie to you anyway, especially after you admitted to something he only ever heard in his wildest of dreams…
You said you liked him.
Even before the concept of a treat came up, he highlighted those words of yours. He must be dreaming. He has to be dreaming. But he’s not, and your bright smile proves that.
“Good,” You whisper in between the two of you.
Then you steal his first kiss.
The first few seconds of it, Jungkook doesn’t react. His mind still floating to Mars and back from you saying you like him. Him unable to wrap his brain around how or why you do, but still feeling gitty about it.
Once his mind has settled a bit, he gasps into your mouth. He finally gets back into his body, the trip to Mars his brain just went on being cut short once he realized your lips were on his. You giggle against his lips, but you don’t pull back from him.
Jungkook is not only inexperienced with kissing, but the fact that his first kiss is with you has him shaking. Then again… you seem to be doing that a lot to him today.
You move your lips against his when you realize he wasn’t going to, and your happy to take the lead, anyway. To many guys thinking just sticking their tongue down your throat is the way to do it makes you a hundred percent okay with taking the lead. You move your lips in such a way, that Jungkook starts to follow you. Wet noises are heard in your quiet room ever time both your lips reattach.
Just like Jungkook predicted, your lips are feather soft. The taste of your cherry lipstick smoothing over his taste buds, and the way your move your lips as his brain short circuiting. If he wasn’t in love with before, he definitely is now. He never tasted something so sweet before, and the love he’s trying to pour back to you is small but will always be there.
If a kiss could blind a soul, then Jungkook is blind to everything but you.
After five minutes of kissing - and heavy breathing from Jungkook - you remove your lips from his. Jungkook is in awe of you. He must be on drugs because suddenly he swears there’s sparkles surrounding your frame. That may just be his happiness clouding his eyes, but either way he’s over the moon.
Not only do you like him, but you just kissed him! You made out with him. Sealing the deal on his heart belonging to you for eternity.
“Y/n- that-… wow,” He’s speechless. How could he not be? He still feels your lips against his own like a ghost, and he moves on hand to touch his lips. When he looks down at his fingers, he sees your light pink lipstick on the tips of his fingers. Your lipstick staining his lips from the intense make out session that’s just happened, and he hopes it never rubs off.
“Wow, indeed,” You say. “But I didn’t give you your treat yet.”
Jungkook raises a pointed eyebrow at you, not understanding-
With one movement of your hand, Jungkook is grunting against closed teeth when your hand smooths over his bulge through his pants. His neglected length getting harder as you two were making out, and Jungkook completely forgetting about it since all of his senses were only directed at you.
He must have slacked his hands off of his lap at some point during the make out session, because now when he looks down through his slowly closing lashes he only sees your hand rubbing at him through his jeans.
You giggle at his hearty reaction, and lean in to kiss his cheek. “Someone get excited quickly.”
Jungkook’s cheeks flush, and his nails rip at the floorboards. Yes, he’s excited! The girl of his dreams is touching him, and not only that’s, he’s a fucking virgin! Any touch from your brings on oversensitivity, so for to touch him there it’s like a super nova has just went off in his body.
He feels like he should tell you the truth. That’s a an inexperienced virgin, and maybe going this far with him right now isn’t a good idea. He should tell you he’s not as experienced as you may think a guy his age should be, but before Jungkook could utter a word to you you’re unbuttoning his pants and smashing your lips back together with his.
Jungkook wants to faint and howl to the night skies all at the same time. This is his deepest wet dream come true, but he still thinks he should-
“Huh!!!”
The second your dainty hand wraps around him, Jungkook is completely done for. He doesn’t cum, but he’s damn well close already. He’s moaning, grunting, and almost fricken crying by the way you’re touching him. It’s literally only been thirty seconds, but those few pumps you have gave to his cock have him melting.
You detach your lips from his at the same time your thumb rubs at his swollen head. Jungkook’s nails dig into the floorboards even harder, and he’s trying his best not to shut his eyes as the pleasure you’re giving him takes over is every body cell.
You lick your lips, glancing at his cock in your hand, “Does that feel good, Kookie?”
“Y/n, oh shit, y/n~” Your name falls from his lips like it has all the times he’s done this to himself. But your words just prove he’s not alone, and he’s not dreaming this up. “Fuck~”
You bite your lip, loving how wild your project partner is - not to mention vocal. You wonder how he would react if you go down on him, and there’s nothing stopping from asking.
“Would you be like it more if I put my mouth on you?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, and the highest pitched moan leaves him mouth. His cock jumps in your hand, and you take that as a whopping yes!
You lean your head down, readying yourself to take him. “W-wait… y/n I’m-“ He cut off when your mouth surrounds him with one gulp, bobbing up and down once and then twice… and then you’re getting a mouthful of cum and a ear full of moans.
Jungkook’s entire body vibrates as he cums. Your hands had him close already, so once your mouth touched him he knew it would come within a matter of seconds. Three euphoric, amazing, blissed out seconds of your mouth surrounding him. Seeing you bob your head, even if it was only three times, will forever be stained in his mind. No doubt he will be seeing that picture of you in his head for many days to come.
He doesn’t even have the access to feel embarrassed about cumming so fast because he’s so fucked out. He’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly with each heave, and he feels continuing jolts of pleasure coarse down his body. Your mouth is still on him, swallowing up ever spurt, and that knowledge alone has him spurting another few times. Your wet mouth consuming him fully, and he still can’t believe how good you feel.
No… he knew you would feel good. Everything about you is already perfect, so of course you were good with this too. Even if he only got to experience this all for a solid minute, he’s smiling at the fact that he did. That he experienced this with you, and how even the deepest part of himself knows he will remember this moment forever. Even if you were to kick him out right now, and run back to your ex, Jungkook would remember this day as the best day of his life.
You slowly remove your mouth from his slowly declining length, and then wipe your mouth. You look up to see Jungkook with the cutest smile on his face, and it is quite adorable, although you feel he forgot to mention one tiny detail about himself before you decided to run him stupid.
You say his name to get his attention, and Jungkook hums back in content - staring at you like you hold the universe in his hands.
Summary: Jungkook has always been a loner. Only having one friend that barely even lets him get a word out. College should be flying by with the type of life he’s living. But every time he sees one girl, in particular, it seems like time slows down. Now that a group project has been assigned, and no one is allowed to pick their partners. What will Jungkook do now that he has to work closely with the girl he’s madly in love with for the next three months?
Warnings: A lot of swearing, Pining, Suggestive teasing.
Notes: This is a College!au, but I'm also basing this off a college in America. Not much for a first chapter note, but I felt that was important to clarify XD
BTS ML | INDEX | CH 2
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The clock ticks along with the class. With each second ticking by, the mumbling of the professor's words sounds like it’s going further into the distance. The professor is talking about war, or famine, or both? Jungkook isn't very sure. He's too focused on the clock above the classroom door, waiting for it to hit precisely 12 o’clock so he can leave this class.
This is how every one of Jungkook's classes goes for him. Each class he enters, he stares at the clock until it's time to leave. Only really caring about slowing down time for his final course of the day or to be in the hallway to potentially see the person his eyes are always set on.
He's been in this school for three years now, and was in high school for four, but even as each school passes him by there's only one person in this god-forsaken school that makes it worth going to. Only one girl made him enjoy going to school, as long as he had a class with them.
Jungkook bites his pencil in anticipation. Watching the second hand tick, tick, tick...
"Jungkook Jeon!"
Jungkook peels his eyes away from the clock to look over at his professor that called out his full name. The professor, whatever his name is, is scolding him with his eyes - catching him for not paying attention in the final minutes in class.
Jungkook glances around and sees all the other students are looking at him. All of them wondering why the professor called on him in the first place. He doesn't miss his few classmates trying to hold back their snickers and chuckles.
"Y-yes?" Jungkook croaks out.
The professor sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration - obviously very annoyed that Jungkook did not hear what he had just said before he announced his name.
"Can you please tell the class who were the three countries considered the Allies in World War 2?"
Jungkook glances at the clock and sees there are thirty more seconds until the bell rings. He may be street smart, never really making friends with anyone in the entire school being the cause of this, but he's definitely not book smart either. Only barely scraping by in all his classes except for one, art. Art has always been Jungkook's passion, so much so that it became his major in college, so learning about Wars and who was in what during what time never excited him.
"The Allies - um - the Allies were..."
10 seconds... 9 seconds... 8 seconds...
"Yes, Mr. Jeon. Spit it out!"
"T-they were - um..."
3... 2...1.
RING!
Jungkook slumps in his seat and thanks to the bell gods. All the classmates file out of class, not caring about what assignment their professor is reminding everyone about last second.
Jungkook rushes to grab all his belongings and runs out of the classroom before his professor decides to stop him, and lecture him on shit he doesn't care about. He shoves people out of the way, wanting to get to his locker as soon as possible.
This may be his free hour before one of his other electives, but he doesn't want to miss the person who had the locker right across from him. As Jungkook makes it to the correct hallway, where his locker is, he rolls his eyes at who's currently leaning against his locker like a complete doofus.
"Hey there, Jk!"
Ryan, his one and only real friend, yells across the hallway. He waves his hand high in the air, making sure Jungkook sees him. The thing about Ryan is he doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. He loves being the center of attention, even if that means embarrassing Jungkook in the process.
Jungkook pulls his backpack up higher on his shoulders, and cowers in on himself as he walks over to his locker and Ryan. The few students in the hallway cast a glance at him, wondering why this dude just called out his name like he's hasn't seen him in years.
"Shut the fuck up, dude. Now everyone's staring." Jungkook hisses as he unlocks his locker.
"Oh, please! They're just admiring my beauty, is all."
Ryan smiles, and it shows his blue braces surrounding his yellow teeth. Jungkook shakes his head at his over confident friend, then begins putting books away.
Ryan starts talking to him about the weather, or politics, or really anything that comes to his ginger-headed brain, but Jungkook isn't listening. Too focused on pretending to keep busy as he waits for his across-the-hall locker neighbor to show up.
Ryan notices Jungkook’s distraction, and it doesn't take him long to put the pieces together as to why his friend isn't paying attention to him. Ryan smirks at his friend as he continues to look back and forth throughout the hallway - looking for the girl his friend is deeply in love with.
"You know, it's kinda scary how much you're obsessed with Y/n."
With the mention of his crush's name, Jungkook looks back at Ryan wide-eyed.
"I am not obsessed with her." 
"Ugh, yeah, you are. Do you see yourself, dude? Constantly looking for her and waiting for the clock to finally show its your last class. The only class you have with her. Shit, if I was this obsessed with the first girl I beat my meat to, the Playboy Bunny would have a full on stalker."
Jungkook's cheeks heat up at the mention of his secret he only told Ryan while he was drunk. Drinking for the first time at eighteen and having the biggest crush on a girl since he was fourteen, not a good mix.
"S-shut up, dude."
"S-shut up, dude." Ryan mimics Jungkook's stutter. "Look at you getting all blushy and shit. You're whipped for the girl, and you know it."
Ryan was really starting to get on his nerves. Just as Jungkook was about to say that wasn't true - even though it so was - the very girl his dreams consisted of walked into the hallway.
Y/n... the school's most popular student. Straight A's, perfect body, everyone's friend, even the professors. She walks down the hallway with a smile on her face - giggling at whatever her friend next to her is saying. Jungkook isn't focused on her friend, though. His eyes are directly on Y/n.
The way she holds her books against her chest and unlocks her locker at the same time. How she bends down a little, propping her books on her hip so they won't fall. Her long, silky hair cascading down her back - moving back and forth every time she moves slightly. How her skirt is cut short, leaving little to the imagination of how tanned and long her legs are. Jungkook sees it all.
Jungkook swallows as his eyes slowly move down her legs. Using his photographic memory to remember what she looks like at this moment.
As you put your books away on the top shelf of your locker, you realize there's no more room for your notebook. You bend down, placing the notebook on the bottom shelf.
This scene will definitely be engraved in Jungkook’s mind forever. Watching you bend over and giving him the perfect view of your ass. Just as you bend over, Jungkook briefly sees pink lace. The skirt swishes, and the lace is gone. He leans closer in his spot to get a better look at what's obviously your panties, but just as he leans enough to see it again, Ryan snaps his fingers in his face.
Jungkook blinks out of his dream-like state and looks over to Ryan, confused.
"Dude!" Ryan cries out, staring at his perverted friend like he has three heads. Jungkook glances around, fanning total innocence.
"What did I do?"
The bell above them rings, indicating the next class has started. Ryan looks at his friend and shakes his head in disappointment. "Never mind, man. I'll see you in the dorm. Are we playing COD tonight?"
Jungkook nods at his friend as he's leaving. Jungkook looks back to you at your locker, but you're not there. He looks down the hallway and just catches the bottom of your skirt rounding the hallway.
He sighs to himself, and his back curves downwards - feeling depressed at the fact he missed seeing you walk away. Jungkook knows that in some psychology book out there that this type of crush he's having on you is considered unhealthy, but he doesn't care.
Jungkook doesn't just find your body attractive. He finds everything about you attractive! How you're always sporting a broad smile when you speak up in class. How you giggle at a joke someone makes, and how your cheeks turn red when someone gives you a compliment. All these little things that people ignore, he finds absolutely beautiful on you.
And he can't see and hear your voice until his last class. Where he sits directly behind you to have the perfect view of all his favorite things about you.
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Jungkook gets to his last class ten minutes early, as usual, and takes out his sketch book. Yesterday everyone was assigned a flower to draw, but was told to make it in abstract form. Jungkook completed the assignment within an hour at his dorm, but he just wanted to make sure every line was perfect.
As each student enters the classroom, he glances up every time a new student enters the room - waiting for the seat in front of him to get filled by the girl it's assigned to. The girl he secretly draws in his free time in the notebook stuffed at the bottom of his backpack.
Just as it hits a minute before class starts, there's a ruckus heard from outside the classroom.
"No, Chad! I'm so done with you!" Jungkook recognizes this voice as your own, and his suspicions are correct when you stomp into the classroom with your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - behind you.
Jungkook's eye twitches when he sees the jock follow after you. Chad is just like the definition in the Urban dictionary for his name. He's an entitled, stuck-up, only in this school because of scholarship, football player that only thinks with his dick. Jungkook never understood how a girl like you could be interested in a guy like him.
"Come on, baby. Let me make it up to you," Chad tries to wrap his arms around you, but you stop him with a pointed finger.
"Fuck you! Do you really think I can forgive you after what you did? How you basically took our relationship and threw it in the trash?"
Chad rolls his eyes at you and then smirks. Thinking if he puts his charm on, you will drop to your knees and forgive him.
"It was an accident-"
"It was an accident that your dick slipped into my best friend's pussy?!"
The students in class right now all 'ooh' at Y/n's come back. Chad glances around, and just now realizes people are listening in on their argument. He straightens his back, and he's back to being a condescending dick.
"Whatever. You'll be back on my dick within a week tops!"
Jungkook shuts his eyes, and holds onto his desk with a death grip. Trying not to lose his cool, and jump the jock that's twice his size. Just as you're about to yell at Chad, or smack him, the teacher of this class, Professor Small, enters the room.
"Alright, that's enough yelling for one day. As much as I love the drama, I don't get paid enough to listen to two girls fighting for free."
A few of the students chuckle at the professor's comment, and Chad looks at the teacher, offended for calling him a girl. Jungkook doesn't miss the small smile spread on your face because of the professor's comment.
"Billard, get to class." Mrs. Small says harshly. "L/n, sit down please, darling," She says kindly. Making sure Chad hears the difference in her tone.
Chad narrows his eyes at the professor, but instead of fighting with her since he has a reputation to uphold, he leaves the room. You swiftly make it to your seat, and Jungkook stares at the back of your head.
Even though he saw a smile spread on your face before, he knows you're probably very upset right now. You and Chad were dating for close to 6 months.
Jungkook remembers when Ryan broke the news to him. It was the most heartbreaking news he's ever heard. Jungkook hasn't talked to you much over the years - only to ask for a pencil, or if you were having problems with drawing instructions. But one thing he always kept in the back of his head was that he would gain the courage to ask you out one day. Sadly, Chad beat him to it. And you said yes just like that. Ruining Jungkook's dreams for a while, but now you are single... and Jungkook still has no confidence with asking you out.
As the class goes on, Jungkook continues to stare at you. He watches you scout in your seat, and from now and then, he gets a whiff of your shampoo when you flip your hair. He wishes he knew what your hair felt like. What it would feel like to run his fingers through your hair and bury his nose into it.
His mind always wonders to you in this class. If Jungkook didn't love art so much, he would probably fail because of how much of a distraction it is with you right in front of him.
Jungkook's attention only gets pulled away from you when the professor claps her hands loudly together to get everyones attention.
"Alright! As you all know, there are only three months left until summer-" Someone in the class howls, and Professor Small rolls her eyes at them. "Yes, so exciting. But, we still have lots to do before then. As you all know, you're all in college now, so art class isn't all about finger paintings and drawing stick figures anymore. Starting today, everyone will be broken up into groups of two and will need to finish a group project by the end of the school year for a final grade."
Professor Small pauses to make sure everyone is listening.
"The projects will be presented to the entire school at the end of the year. So you must get it done and get it done correctly. Any questions?"
After a few silent seconds, someone in the class raises their hand.
"Will we get to choose our partners?"
"No-" What? "-I pre-picked your partners on who would be the best fit with each other. According to your work thus far, your partner would be who you work best with when it comes to art."
Professor Small takes out a piece of paper from her desk drawer. She holds it in front of her face, then brings her glasses down from her gray hair and rests them on the bridge of her nose.
"Ashley, you're with Tom. Emily, you are with Anastasia..."
Professor Small continues to say everyone’s partners, and Jungkook feels his heart beat faster and faster with each name called out. If he gets picked with you, he's not sure how he'll react. Hell, he's not sure how he'll act around you.
Besides the few small talks you've had over the years, he's never had to work so closely with you before, like in a project. He feels his palms start to sweat, and each time he doesn't hear your's or his name his breathing gets heavier. Professor Small is just getting to the bottom of the list and...
Tuesday and Wednesday go much the same. Steve doesn’t watch Eddie at lunch anymore.
That’s where Eddie does most of his staring, though. Steve wonders if Eddie felt like this knowing Steve was watching him. He hopes not. He feels like he’s on fire. In a bad way.
He can’t help himself but go over everything he did, trying to find where he gave himself away, but he comes up blank. Anything he shared about himself in the notes could’ve been from anyone.
He didn’t hint at it whenever he actually spoke to Eddie, either.
The only thing he can think of is that he delivered the notes at the same time every day, barring the one time he was late. Eddie must’ve figured it out; saw him one morning. But he thought of that beforehand, too! The only door unlocked then is the gym door because no other sports or clubs meet that early. If Eddie were there, someone would have seen him.
Then there’s art class. Steve gets whiplash from all the staring at lunch to business as usual in class; Eddie acts like nothing is out of the ordinary. That is to say, they hardly speak to one another, but when they do, they’re friendly.
Come Thursday. Carol is out sick, so Steve has no distraction from the boy next to him. He can’t even try to convince himself he isn’t tuned into Eddie’s every movement.
That day, the worst thing that could possibly happen, happens.
“Next to you, you’ll find your partner for this month's project. Go ahead and get acquainted, you’ll be spending a lot of time with one another.”
The person on Eddie‘s left turns away from him to pair up with the person on their other side and Steve's stomach drops. He waits for Eddie to request a new partner, but he just drums his pencil on the table noncommittally.
Steve would just put them both out of their misery and ask the teacher if he can wait until Carol returns to school, but he doesn’t want Eddie to think he minds being partnered with him, especially if Eddie isn’t going to be the one to interject.
Steve has no reason to be upset with Eddie and, loath he is to admit it, he’d take any chance to be around him. Even now that he knows Eddie doesn’t want him in the same way.
That’s another thing that’s been nagging him. Eddie was fine with H before he knew it was Steve - liked him even. Then the staring happened, and he took off the ring.
There’s only one explanation: Eddie doesn’t like Steve.
You’d never guess it, though, not with the way he turns to him and grins. “Well, would ya' look at that.”
Steve smiles hesitantly. “Hey, man.”
The teacher claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, alright.” Once everyone has quieted down, she hands each of those in the front row a stack of paper to distribute to their respective columns.
“This is the project outline. In a moment, I’ll dismiss you to read through it with your partner. After you’ve done that, you’ll notice there is a brainstorm worksheet on the last page. Now, you only need to complete one of these for the both of you…”
Once she’s done giving directions, Eddie turns to Steve. “Do you wanna read or should I? Or separately?”
Steve doesn’t even have to think about the answer. “You.” There’s not really an option there. Not only does he get to hear Eddie’s voice for a prolonged amount of time, but he doesn’t have to stutter his way through reading, or watch as the words seem to evade him? Yeah, Eddie can read, no hesitation.
Eddie nods and clears his throat before starting. Steve reads along on his paper and finds it much easier than if he’d had to read it on his own.
The concept is pretty straight-forward. They’ll each have to make a portrait of themselves and the other, collaborating orally while not seeing the other’s work. Even when they’re finished, they have to turn in the projects without the other seeing. There will be an exhibit in three weeks before they go on spring break where all of the portraits will be displayed.
When Eddie’s finished, they flip to the worksheet. “Okay,” Steve says, “I’ll write since you read.”
Eddie hums his approval, and they get started.
At the end of the hour, the teacher tells them to hang onto their packets and take a moment to schedule time outside of school to meet. There will only be one day a week dedicated to the project at school.
Steve clears his throat. “So, I- uh, I’m free most days. When works best for you?”
Eddie tilts his head to the side. “What, no court activities? Responsibilities?”
Steve hesitates. “You mean basketball? I mean, we practice in the mornings and there’s a game next week, but other than that…” Steve trails off once he catches sight of Eddie’s amused look. “What?” He asks, immediately self-conscious.
Eddie waves him off. “Nothing, nothing.” Steve frowns but Eddie keeps talking. “How about Mondays and Wednesdays, right after school?”
Steve chews on his lip before nodding. “Yeah. Where are we meeting?”
Eddie thinks for a moment, drumming his pencil on the desk again. “Uhh, how about we decide that during class those days?”
“Sounds good.” Steve holds up their project outline/brainstorm worksheet. “I’ll just hang onto this.”
Eddie chuckles. “Honestly, man, that’s probably for the best.”
