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"It was so close. 0.3 seconds."

"But did you see how they were glaring at each other?"

"Yes, it was like eye war or something."

"Well I knew who'd win but I was confused."

"Yeah, yeah. Now you'll say that because you lost the bet. You're going to buy lunch for us for a whole week."

"Okay okay."

You smiled proudly as you walked through the corridor wearing a gold medal around your neck and holding a shining trophy in your hand. Entering the class room the teacher welcomes you proudly. The queen of today is you.

"Congratulations Y/n. Your performance was amazing." You smile and bow at her. "Congratulations." The class shouts widening your grin.

"Thankyou." Saying that you walk to your seat sitting beside your friend.

"You were so cool." You smile sheepishly at his comment. "But wouldn't my face look better on stage, I'm handsome." Rolling your eyes you hit his arm.

"You need brain too." He pouts clinging on your arms. "I have you. Why do I need a brain?" You chuckle shaking your head.

"Well, where's Jeon. I didn't see him since you both returned from the stage." Your friend asks looking around the class searching for him. You let out a scoff smirking to yourself.

"Maybe somewhere hiding his face because he lost."

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"Jungkook stop. Are you insane? You'll hurt yourself." He runs towards his friend holding his hands and dragging him to the side. "Leave me I'm practicing." The boy says coldly through gritted teeth pushing the other aside and moving towards the punching bag again.

"Wear your gloves atleast then." He shouts trying to hold him but he's too angry and he's fierce and scary. Not someone you should come in front of.

"Tae, go away. I ain't in a mood." He says punching the bag hard as his body is sweating and he's panting heavily. His abs are on full display as sweat rolls all over his body making his body glisten in the dark room.

"I would've left you alone if you were really practicing. But you're taking your anger out. And it's dangerous." He ignores what his friend says and continue to hit the punching bag.

"C'mon it's just a game... And you gave your best. 0.3 seconds are so less. You-" He cuts him off by turning around harshly as Taehyung gulps down his saliva. His friend looks really scary. He wants to get out from here. Mom save me. He cries internally.

"That's even more pathetic. I got beaten by 0.3 seconds." He sighs taking a step back. He actually wanted to pat his shoulders but he's panting heavily and his eyes are burning. He's afraid he might end up in the pit of hell so he better takes a step away.

"It's... Just a game..." He stops when he notices his expressions and he knows that he shouldn't repeat that sentence ever again. Jungkook might be listening that from everyone.

"Not for me. It was important for me." He shakes his head. "It wasn't the last competition though. You still have so many opportunities." Turning around he throws a hard punch on the punching bag.

"You'll never understand." He shouts getting out of the ring and sitting on the stairs. He picks up a water bottle and gulp down the liquid. "Then make me understand. Why are you taking it so seriously? Moreover you lost to someone worthy. And you learn from your failures."

Gritting his teeth he clench his fists crushing the plastic bottle. "You know that, I know that, Even Teachers and other students know that but-" He couldn't continue when his phone rings.

He looks at it and his face drains it colours. He stares at it until the call is ended. He throws away the bottle making a loud sound. He puts his phone on silent and wears his shirt. He walks away leaving a confused Taehyung alone.

"Something is not right."

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Walking to the cafeteria you keep looking at your phone but you look away when people congratulate you as you thank them with a smile. So many people are appreciating you but you ain't satisfied.

Sitting on the chair, you keep staring at the screen of your phone. "Waiting for something?" Jin asks as he notices your face. You look up and shake your head. "There she is. My winner girl." Jennie comes hugging you. "I knew you'd do it." You chuckle as she sits beside you.

You were about to say when you see a figure entering the cafeteria. Your face glows up with a smirk on it. You walk towards him crossing your hands. "Tch, Tch, Tch. 0.3 seconds. What a pathetic defeat." You end your sentence with a laugh.

"Y/n, you shouldn't say like that." Taehyung looks at you with a serious expression on his face. You shrugged your shoulders. "He does the same everytime." Turning your head back to him, you walk closer looking at his face.

"So.... How does it feel to be defeated like that? You must be really angry, right? You bragged about it so proudly before the quiz as if you already won. Learn from it. You shouldn't celebrate before your victory and also never underestimate others." He just keeps staring at you.

"Second, the final round is still there." You laugh at his statement. "I won the first one, probably I'll win the second too. So..." He rolls his eyes walking away. "Right, now you only can ignore me." With a proud smirk on your face you walk towards your chair sitting back.

"Y/n, aren't you being too harsh?" Jin says raising his brow. "Yes y/n, you shouldn't talk like that." Sighing you learn on your chair.

"Nobody stops him when he does the same so you don't have the right to stop me too." She was about to speak again but a loud thud stops her. Turning your head you see a tray on your table and Jungkook who has an evil smile on his face.

That's an alert.

"What?" You ask him but instead of answering he holds your arm making you stand up from your chair. He sits on it and pulls you on his lap. You gasp at his sudden action. "What are you doing?" He pulls you closer giving you a sly smirk.

"Are you forgetting the bet we made? I need to feed you right?" You remember that stupid thing. Why the hell you even agreed. It's so stupid.

"It's... It's okay. I'll let you go this time." Keeping a hard stone on your heart you let out those words. Wish you'd have made a better bet.Trying to get up, you fail miserably as he tightens his grip around your waist.

"No sweetie. You won. You need a reward. I'm giving you that. Feeding you with my own hands. Isn't it a privilege. Huh? Don't be so stubborn. Listen to me, okay?"