Rivals

"a pair of balls, and we're done..." I muttered to myself as I completed the masterpiece on his forehead. I almost pissed myself thinking of his reaction when he realizes it.

Right when I finished the drawing, Jungkook stirs awake, almost giving me a cardiac arrest. I smiled nervously at him, but he seemed unfazed that I was beside him.

"...Soojung" he mumbled sleepily, blinking a few times. His hand made their way to mine, holding it firmly.

"wha......let go of me!" I whispered aggressively to him as I couldn't talk loudly. He doesn't seem to budge, so I hit his head lightly with a book to wake him up.

Jungkook squeezes my hand, before jostling to his fully awaken state.

"It's polkadot girl" he grins at me, lying on hand which was still tightly interlocked with mine. He rubbed circles on my palm teasingly.

Normally I would've been flustered, but seeing the drawing on his forehead, I had to hold back my laughter and put on my best pokerface.

"I came to tell you that I'll ace tomorrow's test, so watch out." I acted normally, eyeing him with determination. Jungkook plays with my fingers, his eyes staring at them as he did.

"It would be the same outcome," he looks up at me, his cheeks pressing on his arm. "why bother?"

"tsk...let go before I cut your hand off." I shot a murderous glare at him.

didn't move a muscle yet again, I just forcefully pulled away from his grasp. He immediately follows

if he was so confident about it, and there's no way - no way I'm

thing, and what do I get?" I turned towards him, who was slightly bothered by the students who passed by, holding back their laughter.

ingenious idea, how great it would be for me to teach this prick a lesson he

showing him a thumbs down sign to mock

starts to approach me until a student suddenly

student chuckled, almost our of

confusion, scanning the area that was

eyes darting to the reflection on the screen. I felt rising bloodlust as he did so, his glare shooting right through my body.

go.." I laughed nervously, turning around to flee the scene of crime.

my wrist, and I could feel his anger when he squeezed it tightly. He

a dick on my face?"

laughter. He runs a hand across his face frustratedly, not knowing what

he lets go of my hand, staring into

Try me." I replied back nonchantly, not a single shred of fear

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I slammed my head on the table, the test paper flying to the floor. I was beyond frustrated. I was pissed.

bending down to pick up the test paper. I quickly wiped off my angry tears, swiping the paper out of his