The D.UF.F (Jungkook)
Summary: High school didn’t seem so bad, until Jungkook informed Y/N of her DUFF status.
Genre: Romance; comedy
Warnings: swearing; angst;
A/N: Based on “The DUFF” movie
Being a high school girl is probably the most annoying thing ever, if not one of the most horrible things in the world.
Everything is about hierarchy. There’s a couple of categories you could fit in: be a jock, a geek, a princess, a bully or a basket case. However, times changed and now jocks play video games, princesses are high while the geeks run the school. You were really conviced you were able to get away that high school shit, but luck was never on your side and little did you know that moment would happen just a month and a half away from homecoming.
You were never the popular kid. You kinda just existed around, though you had one small thing that made your social standing better. You were friends with Lisa Manobal and Jennie Kim, two of the most beautiful girls in high school. Both tall, one blonde and the other brunette, with slender, thin legs, delicate skin, full lips and round eyes, seemed to have been sculpted by hand. They were both very athletic: Lisa was in swimming and football teams and Jennie was a cheerleader.
You, on the other hand, were the opposite of them: small, with dark, curly hair that fell just below your shoulders and brown dark eyes. You didn't wear those short skirts, nor those giant eyelashes that made you wonder if it was really possible to see with them and you definitely didn't like sports. You were more into comics and movies, totally the opposite of your best friends.
Which meant entering the school with your exceptionally good looking besties, you could feel all eyes on you and the whispers around the hall as you passed through it. Lisa and Jennie never noticed, engrossed in their conversation about the prom while you stood a few steps behind. You were never the type to be jealous of their popularity or their beauty, even though sometimes it annoyed you, but why would you be jealous? They were your best friends and they were always by your side, supporting you through thick and thin.
"Homecoming tickets! Get your last tickets for a night you won't forget" you heard someone say as you rolled eyes when your friends stopped to buy them. What a fucking waste of time.
"Y/n, you're gonna buy one or two?" Lisa asked and you raised an eyebrow.
"You know damn well I'm not attending" they both roll their eyes at you.
"You always do this. You know it's good for you to go out and socialize with people who aren't from Marvel movies and comic books” Jennie adds, placing her arm on top of your head, using it like a resting place.
"I have a date with Iron Man that night, sorry" You shrug her hand off your shoulder, stopping by your locker to take out a book you need to the next class.
"Don't give me that crap, Y/n. You're coming with us, even if I have to drag you by the hair" Before you can reply, you notice new murmurs around you.
That’s when you see Lee Mijoo entering the hall. The hottest, most popular girl in school, at least acording to her own words. Okay, she really is beautiful. Even gays at our school say they wouldn't mind sleeping with her. Her long blonde hair flows freely behind her and the whole scene of her walking closer seems to go by slowly like you’re in a hair commercial with wind blowing, just to make it even better. Then she stops, turning her attention to Jennie and you with a cold smile on her red, plush lips.
"Party at my place, tomorrow night. You’re invited” Her voice sounded so sweet that you almost forgot how much you disliked her. "Ohh and Y/n? You look so... how should I say it nicely? So retro” Mijoo says and you swear the only thing that crosses your mind is your hand pulling her hair until she becomes bald. You always compare her to a rose with thorns, beautiful but dangerous. You, Jennie and Lisa used to be friends with her, but that was before you found out how badly she talked about you to anyone who’d listen.
Yeah.. she's that type
Right before she walks away, a hand slides around her waist and she squeals, making you cover your ears. Right behind her, on cue, comes in the one of the hottest boys in school. The quarterback: Jeon Jungkook. His freshly made tattoo peeking out from his right arm, along with his ear piercings and his lip one—that too being a new acquisition— alongside with the kind body of someone who spends a lot of time at the gym.
Damn, how does he manage to get hotter every day? Not that it matters to you anyway. That idea quickly vanished from your mind, as soon as he attached his lips to your frenemies lips, making you look away, ignoring the nausea that bubbled deep inside at the sight of them.
Once again no, you weren’t jealous.
He wasn’t the one you were dying for, fortunately. That was reserved for a certain musician and Jungkook was just a friendly neighbor. You weren’t on bad terms at all and he actually was pretty sweet and fun to hang out with. A good person in general, despite him dating the most manipulative girl you know.
"Hey there Y/n. Long time no see" Jungkook smirked, his big, brown eyes focused on you with interest.
"You literally saw me this morning Jk" You scoffed before you turn on your heels, walking away.
"Must have missed ya!" He shouts and you flip him off without turning back, rushing to take place by the only guy you were really interested in: Taehyung. Unlike Jungkook, he wasn’t as buff and his main interest was music. He was always with his guitar behind him, giving some mini concerts on class breaks. He had a very melodic voice, his hair was always styled in a perfect mess of chocolate brown curls, only one or two casually falling on his forehead.
"Hey Tae" You greet him, trying hard not to bite your lower lip and show how nervous he makes you. He lifts his gaze up from the golden strings, a lazy smile stretching across his face.
"Hey Y/N. What’s up? Odd seeing you alone aroud here. Where are Lisa and Jennie?" He asks, making you shrug.
"Deffo not in this class. So.. What are you working on?" You were happy you didn’t embarassed yourself. YET!
"A song for one special lady" Taehyung’s blush spreads and you feel your heart flutter.
"Am I the special lady?" The words came out before you could control them. Fuck, it was going so well. "I- I mean do I know that one special lady?" You giggle nervously, your voice a little to high for comfort and you mentally kick yourself for the outburst. You were turning into a Mijoo.
Yuck
Tae gives you a curt nod and thankfully the shrill ring of the school bell saves you from further embarrassment. The class went by quickly and it consisted of you taking sneak peaks at Tae, who was invested in his notebook more than what our professor had to say.
Your second class of the day was with Jungkook and his best friend Jimin. Sitting in front of them would usually be a good thing because being around them always made you laugh, but they also have a nasty habit of getting you in trouble.
"Hey Y/n!" Jimin whisper shouted, trying to get your attention. Deciding to ignore his calls was a knife with two blades because they could handle a lot, but being ignored is something they never got used to. After you don’t know how many kicks in your chair and infinite calls, you finally turn around.
"You're annoying as hell. What?!" Jimin snickered, plastering his hand over his mouth to stop his booming laughter from attracting the professor’s attention.
"I just wanted to know if you need a ride home?" He looks at you with an innocent expression, but you knew there was more to it.
"What did you do? Did you get me in some shit, because if you did, I will--" You didn’t get to finish your threat as the sound of your professor clearing his throat right behind you interrupted your thoughts.
"You two, detention, right now!" The professor turned on his heel, only to be hit by a paper plane in his head just a few seconds later. Your eyes widened, lips parted as you turn to Jungkook, who has his hand up in the air, his cheeks puffed in an attempt to not bust out laughing his ass off. "Correction: you three will ALL be in detention"
FUCK!
Why the fuck did he just let himself get detention?! You hate everyone today, specially him. For the remainder of time, you had to ignore their constant calling, whispers and even gentle hair pulling when they managed to reach it. At this point you were pissed with their childish behavior and you were reaching the peak of your patience.
The second you heard the bell, you ran out before you ended up killing those two. You lived in the same neighourhood as those gentle, idiotic assholes. Actually, you live next door with Jungkook and a few meters away from Jimin, but who's measuring? You didn’t need to be fighting with them right now. As soon as classes finished, you sped up to the school’s newspaper, as you prepared yourself for yet another article they would stick you with.
"What homecoming means to me? But I’m not even going to that shitty event! Who cares about the dance?" I exclaimed. Professor Mooney didn’t seem phased by those words at all.
"Find a new take on it. Who knows? You might actually be suprised"
"Y/N! How are you doing?" Jungkook and Jimin said unanimously as they walked through detention and you groaned, slamming your head on the desk.
"What now?" you mumbled, to which they laughed
"I just wanna ask you about Lisa" Jimin says, putting his arm over your shoulders, pulling you towards him slightly.
"She has a boyfriend, so forget about it." You reply, trying to get his arm off you, but Jungkook follows his lead and you find yourself in a sandwich. Every girl’s dream, but yours.
"What about Jennie?" Jungkook questions, his face a little too close to yours and his voice definitely too loud on you ear
"She's not interested. Now get off of me, jeeeez"
"Why not? I wanna go out with her! Please help a guy out"
"You asked for Lisa first, so I doubt you’re that interested or that heartbroken" You spit, bored with their presence.
"Doesn’t matter, they’re both so hot they're worth the shot" Jimin interjects and Jungkook continues.
"Plus, hyung here is hopeless, he can’t get a girl on his own. Always stumbles over his words when they look at him properly" Jungkook mocks, earning a slap on the back of the head from his friend. You giggle at their interaction, pursing your lips before realizing something odd.
"Why is everyone asking me about them? Like... always?" You ask, eyebrows furrowed as Jungkook opens his mouth to respond to be immediately interrupted by the teacher.
“You’re free to go”
"You’re gonna wear this tonight" Jennie threw her skirt at you and you glared at her. It was Mijoo's party tonight and your friends were annoying you to get ready.
"No way. You know I hate parties"
"You’re going and you’ll look good. For Taehyung? You know he's going to be there" Jennie dangled the damn bait and you were more than eager to jump after it.
"Okay, okay! But no mini skirts, please!"
The end result turned out to be a pair of black jeans, a red top and your favourite boots. Going to parties was never easy as all eyes directed toward the door to see who came in and what they were wearing. Lisa and Jennie were quick to disperse, each finding a crowd to talk to while you ventured to the kitchen, grabbing a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in another. Then, you walked out in the pool area, finding Taehyung and his guitar right away. He was surrounded by a group of girls swooning over him. Couldn't blame them when you did the exact same thing.
Then you looked around. On your right, Jimin was talking with Jennie and a little more to the back, Jungkook and Mijoo were eating each others faces.
Gross.
If you wanted to survive the night, you knew you'd need alcohol coursing through your veins, so you finished your beer in the blink of an eye and went to refill your glass again and again. When you felt courageous enough, you went and tried to approach Taehyung, but as you were about to reach the place he was, a strong push sends you tumbling and the next thing you know you're under water.
You were not expecting that impact, nor did you understand where it came from, making you startled. While trying to return to the surface, you ended up swallowing some water before resurfacing with a muscular arm around your waist.
"You okay?" A familiar voice questioned with a tad of worry. You had to turn, blinking away remains of cheap mascara to see who it was.
"Jungkook?" You ask, coughing some of the water out of your system. He doesn't respond, however, pulls you closer to the edge of the pool, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you up. Then you notice Jimin draping his jacket around you while your best friends swarm you.
"Oh my god Y/n! Are you okay?? Do you need anything?"
"Want to go home?"
"I already slapped that bitch by the way. Totally cunt of her"
They kept panicking, while you finally got a hold on reality. Full disclosure? You can’t swim, at least not very well. You had an accident on a pool when you were little and that made you scarred for life. Trying not to ruin more the night of the group you were surrounded by, you faked a smile, wiping away the water dripping from your nose and nod.
"I'm fine guys, relax. I'll just sit there and eat some pizza. Really, go have fun" You beckon them and they don't need to be asked twice. Each hugged you before taking their leave and you walk inside, rushing to the bathroom, looking at your current state: utterly disastrous. Mascara running, lipstick smudged, hair clinging to your face and clothes weighing you down. Although you said everything was fine, claiming to your friends they were able to return to the party, you were hoping they'd insist a little more on staying by your side.
The only thing you could really do was to pull your hair up in a ponytail, wipe away the make up and hold your head up high, pretending it didn’t hurt. Leaving your hideout, you close the door carefully, only to scream in fright as you notice someone standing in the dark by the door.
"Fuck Jungkook, you scared me! Why the hell did you do that?!"You scream, hitting the man who took your weak punch with a smile.
"I wanted to make sure you’re okay." He walked out of the shadow, his eyes strangely dark, but not in the scary or sexy way.
"Thank you, but I'm fine"
"Saw you watching Harry Potter last night" Jungkook nudges at you and you chuckle.
"Were you spying on me?" you said, raising an eyebrow
"Naaah. You think I need to spy on you when you leave your blinds all the way up? Besides, it's really hard to miss the famous Wingardium Leviosa scream"
"Shut up" you say, kicking his shoe with your own.
"Wanna feel my abs? I know you felt them in the pool. Rock hard, aren't they?" Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, lifting up his very wet shirt as a few drops of water slides down his eightpack. Okay, very impressive - but hell to the no!
"Fuck no. Hide that will you. There's no way I wanna see those things" you raise your hands in surrender, taking a step back, barely holding back a laugh.
"Graze them" He follows, closing in as you shake your head and bark out another laugh.
"No. Fucking. Way. Jeon" you maneuver pass him and lean back against the wall. He laughs as well, pulling his shirt back down.
"Jennie and Jimin seem to be hitting it off" Then you remember the question you asked the day before, which went unanswered.
"Why is everyone asking me about my friends?" You pull Jimin's jacket closer subconsciously, like a shield against what he might have to say.
"Because that’s your job as their DUFF." He replies, leaning on the wall beside you.
"What the fuck is that?" You answer, completely confused with his explanation
"D-U-F-F. Designated Ugly Fat Friend" He spells it out for you like you're an idiot. Suddenly you start to feel like one and all you can feel is a rush of anger through your veins and an odd feeling in your gut.
"What did you just call me?" Your voice came out a little more hurt than you intended it to sound, but of all the things he could have said, DUFF wasn't one of them. It was a completely unknown term to you and it didn't sound very nice either. You'd never been insecure about your body, but this made you rethink.
"It’s not a big deal, okay? I mean, like, every group of friends has one. The one who doesn’t look as good, ending up making their friends to look better. The one who’s approachable and easy to talk to, because no one’s trying to get in their pants. And if you don’t know who it is, chances are it’s you"
Every word he spoke stung you more and it felt like you were quite literally punched in the face and ran over with a car.
"Okay, look, I didn’t mean it like that, all right? The DUFF doesn’t always have to be some heinous beast. Look at Eunchae there: she’s like super cute, but her friends are ridiculously hot!“ He adds and you scoff.
"That's such a dude thing to say and it's not helping the case any better!"
"Look, guys can be DUFFs too. You know Namjoon from our Chem class?" He asks and you nod in confirmation. He pulls you along and taps Namjoon on the shoulder. The boy turns around, smiling sweetly at both of you and Jungkook gives you his 'watch this’ look.
"Hey dude. How are you? Is Felix by any chance single?“ Jungkook packs it all in and Namjoon, clueless just like you were, answers.
"Yeah, he is"
"Thank you, that's so nice of you" He replies, takinga hold of your hand again, moving you out of the party central. "See? It’s not all bad, he gets to talk to a hot senior and gets his friends some action. It’s a win-win" You rub your face in irritation and felt something inside you sink.
"I'm a DUFF" You whisper, taking Jimin's jacket off of you and giving it back to Jungkook.
"Shit Y/n. I feel bad now" Jungkook says and you laugh. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hits you and the next thing you know, you're throwing up all over Jungkook's shirt.
Stumbling backwards, you fall into the wall, sliding to the floor. You see Jungkook remove his shirt carefully, getting covered by the jacket you handed him minutes ago. Your mind was blank though and memories from all the people who asked about your friends to you start reminicing. Then you understood: you were never important to anyone. Even Jungkook and Jimin, your neighbors and childhood friends only talked to you for info on them.
You meant nothing. To anyone
You felt a light tap on your shoulder. "You're not fine. I'm taking you home" Suddenly, Jungkook leans down, taking you in his arms and puts you in the car. You drank four beers and got drunk. Yay you and your non-alcoholic ass.
Jungkook puts on some music you always hear him blasting through the window, but it wasn’t so bad. You felt him check up on you every now and then, his hand gently grazing your cheek every other minute and it felt…weirdly nice. The car stops and he doesn’t waste time in taking you in his arms again. Next thing you know, you're being laid down on your bed, a sweet kiss was left on your temple and the world got dark again.
You weren't quite sure if that had been a kiss on the forehead or another reason to embarrass yourself in front of him the next day. You were certainly dreaming. A hottie like him would never kiss someone considered fat and ugly.
And that someone… was you.
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