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"Am I dreaming? Or are they really acting like couples?"

"What has gotten into them? Why is he feeding her like that?"

"Look at their faces. Is it that they've been dating all this while? Maybe fighting to give off their cool in front of us?"

"Why do I feel like she is offering her body to him for letting her win? That's possible right?"

"Of course. This is it. Otherwise, defeating Jungkook in maths is something next to impossible."

"And all this while I thought she really had some brains. But look, she eventually fell for him."

"That's so pathetic of her."

"Isn't it Jungkook's fault too then?"

"Hey, stop assuming yourself. I'm sure that there is some other reasons. Jungkook is not that type of a guy."

"You don't know guys like him. They show something else and do something else."

"Aren't you all making a scene over something so small?"

"It's not small"

You stare straight into his eyes as he's giving you an evil smirk holding the spoon in his hands. "Eat." He brings the spoon near your mouth. Gritting your teeth you narrow your eyes showing how much angry he's making you.

"Why are you doing this?" You let out in a low voice because you are afraid if you speak louder you'd burst out and shout at him scaring the others in the room who were having fun time making and promoting their own stories.

He leans closer whispering in your ears. "You had your fun time. Let me have mine too." He smirks pushing the food in your mouth as you eat it because surely you can't waste the food, right?

Right!

"Why did you have to make a scene like that? Do you hear what they are saying?" He squints his brows and turn his head around to look at everyone who was staring at him.

"Guys, I'm having my sweet time with her. Your stares are bothering her." He shouts showing them a wide smile and within seconds the entire cafeteria is back to normal. But they're still whispering. Sorry, can't stop that.

"Is that fine now?" Digging your nails in his shoulders you chew the food in your mouth. "I hate you." He let's out a dark chuckle and swear this is the most evil side you ever saw of him. Can he get anymore evil?

"I'm sure you do." He keeps feeding you while your friends on the table including Taehyung are simply staring at you both. No interest in food anymore. It can wait.

"The last dish. You'll love it." Ignoring what he said you just eat because right now you're just too busy in planning his murder.

As soon as you eat it, you choke on your food coughing badly. "Oh my. Are you okay?" He asks with so much concern that you can already make out how fake it is. Moreover you can see the smirk in his eyes.

You get off his lap drinking plenty of water because you ate a mountain of red chilli. You actually didn't but the fact that how much you hate spicy things, it's making it worse for you to bear the spice of the dish.

You are so sure that the idiotic childish jerky shithead did that. Because he couldn't win he's letting out his frustration on you.

"Y/n, here." Your bestie Jennie and Jin both hand you a chocolate to eat. Unwrapping it you keep it on your tongue eating it slowly to soothe the pain on your tongue.

If there's one thing you hate the most after Jungkook, it's chillies. He knew that. Bastard.

"Jeon Jungkook. You son- you bastard. How dare you." You shout still chewing the chocolate. "What happened? Is it too spicy?" He eats a bite himself and shakes his head. "It's not even spicy for me." He chuckles shaking is head. Is it funny to him.

Picking up the water bottle you throw the water all over him. He gasps at your sudden actions while the others are shocked too. Like a second ago everything was cute and romantic but now it's thriller and mystery.

"Are you crazy?" He shouts wiping himself with the tissues. You smirk shrugging your shoulders. "That's called revenge." He looks at you with his burning eyes.

You both stare each other for a long time. More like shooting glares at each other while the entire surrounding is silent. Nobody is even breathing loudly. What if it disturbs or annoys either of the two.

Finally he breaks the pin drop silence with his deep raspy voice.

"I hate you."

"And so do I."

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Walking back and forth in your balcony at freaking 10 for about an hour, you keep looking at your phone as if the next second your anime Prince Charming is going to pop out of it and kiss you.

If that's gonna happen can't miss that too.

But no, you're still in 21st century so no anime character is coming out of the phone. A call can come though.

And exactly that's what you're waiting for. A single call. For which you're waiting since the moment you got the gold medal around your neck but there's none.

Sighing heavily you sit on the bin bag in your balcony thinking to yourself.

"Shall I call first? Maybe he forgot because of work? That can be the reason, right?" Cheering up yourself you smile brightly dialing the number. The ring goes on and on for 30 seconds but no answer.

Making a pout from your lips you dial another number and the person answers. "Mr. Han-" Before you can even speak about your concern, he stops you.

"Y/n, he's busy. I'll tell him to call you once he gets time." And the call is hanged up without an extra word or even a breath. Sometime you feel like that man is a kind of robot or something. Everytime you call him, he gives only one answer stored in his system.

"He's too busy with his own life."

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Sighing for the nth time he holds his hair in frustration dropping his body on the bed. He looks at the phone and 13 missed calls. He saw it ringing but didn't have the courage to pick it up.

"I'm making things worse by not picking up the call." He says to himself. He keeps staring out of his window talking to himself for about half an hour before he finally picks up his phone.

"He'll come here to ask if I don't pick up the call." Saying that to himself he dials the number and keeps it on speaker. Doesn't want to hear that voice close to his ears.

"Sorry, My phone was on silent I didn't notice." With no greetings he says his first sentence in one go. "How was the quiz?" And with no greetings the other person asks breathlessly.

"I gave my best-" Before he can complete his explanation he gets cut off. "Results are what matters." And hears a harsh line he's been listening since birth.

"I.... It was not that easy-" As he was building some courage he's again cut off. "Jungkook you know I can't shout in the meeting hall. Make it quick." The other person says with a dangerous tone. Taking a deep breath he finally let's out some words.

"I.... I lost." And there's a moment of silence before he hears the other person taking a deep breath probably  trying his best to control his anger. "It's all because of that freaking music studio in your house. I'm sending my secretary tomorrow. Everything that distracts you should be kept away."

His eyes widen listening to that. He knew it. He saw it coming but there's nothing he can do.

"Dad I lost with 0.3 seconds. I gave my best. I promise I'll be first at the next one. And it's not like I don't win at all. I have won competitions bigger than this. I-" And the call is already hanged up.

Throwing his phone on the bed harshly he kicks his bed quite hard not even caring if he gets hurt or not.

"Y/n-ahhh. Why do you have to be where I am? Can't you just get away from my life? It's all your fault. Otherwise, I was always the only winner."