That Boy In The Cafรฉ | Jikook
Miss TroubleMaker
Jungkook
What the hell are you even trying to do!?"
A boy in his late teenage whined, but came out more like a whisper as he was slammed against his empty classroom's wall by a girl, his classmate
Ordered the girl, while peeking out through the chink between the door, and it's frame, making sure nobody was there in the corridor and out on their way to their homes, as the school hour was over.
The boy was apparently confused and was waiting for the girl to speak up and reason her uncanny actions. The girl that could reach just the height of the latter's shoulder blade finally lifted her head and looked up at the boy, with a mischievous smile on her face.
Heena
See? We're finally alone, Jungkookie! We'll never get a chance as good as this, my hustler~
Said the girl while trailing her hands up to Jungkook's shoulders and then clutching to his shirt's collar.
Jungkook
What are you talking about, Heena?? A-and stay away from me. What are you doing!!!??
Jungkook exclaimed, with his doe eyes gone wider as he found the girl loosening his tie.
Heena, disregarding Jungkook's words that clearly expressed discomfort and annoyance, kept loosening the tie and suddenly her other hand went up grabbed Jungkook's jaw.
Heena
Just for this once, baby, please let me do my thing.
Said Heena while connecting her eyes with those of Jungkook that looked disgusted and terrified at the same time.
Heena
I promise I'll stop bothering you if let me have my way with you, just for this once.
She landed a kiss on Jungkook's neck as soon as she finished her sentence, to which Jungkook flinched a bit. The deal sounded pretty much fair to Jungkook, as this wasn't the first time Heena or some girl trying to get into his pants. Constant bugging and bothering on a daily basis was inevitably exasperating to Jungkook. His alluring appearance felt too painful to not savor at least once.
Agonised by the seรualisation he dealt with on a regular note, he decided to end it once and for all.
Jungkook
Cool. Do what you wanna do, but only if you hold onto your words
Those words that escaped Jungkook's mouth helped a wicked smile appear on Heena's face.
And without any delay, the girl tugged Jungkook by his jaw and crashed her lips upon his. Jungkook, couldn't help but close his eyes and let the girl do what she had to. Heena, taken over by the lรบst she had grown for the boy, immediately started to move her lips over those of Jungkook, while roaming her hands all over his body and trying to grind her body against Jungkook's.
While her hands were busy unbuttoning Jungkook's shirt, her tongue played with the latter's one, sucking and biting on it, and same with his lips. But somewhere inside she was getting irked by Jungkook's lack of participation in the act.
She pulled his shirt down his shoulders, revealing his chiseled chest and abs, those toned biceps, that smooth honey skin, down which a few sweat droplets rolled. Heena broke the kiss as soon as he undressed the boy's upper body completely, just to take time and ogle to that divine creation.
An cuss word slipped out her lips, that was now wet with the blended saliva of her own and Jungkook's
Heena
You're just as hot as the pan that burnt my finger in the morning.... Or may be even hotter...
She said while sensually trailing her fingers all the way from his chest to his abs.
Jungkook
Just finish this already, Heena. I'm not liking this.
Jungkook said. Heena couldn't have expected any better response from the boy.
Heena
I know that you don't like it, but
She looked away for a fraction of a second with a sickening lopsided smile and then looked back at Jungkook.
Heena
Guess what? I don't care
Jungkook couldn't help but breathe in a sharp but long breath through his ajar mouth while he shut his eyes before slightly looking away in absolute and unadulterated disgust
He was containing the rage that was building inside him which always exceeded its limits whenever this girl intervened his way. But his hands, his legs, or perhaps each and every part of his body would benumb as if they were paralysed when the thought of knocking her out would cross his mind due to many reasons, one of which he'd consider embarrassing and shameful.
Hence, to protect his reputation, and to, not necessarily return, but acknowledge the 'favour' he's received, he had to kneel down in defeat, disregarding the self-respect he nurtured. Jungkook looked innocously into Heenas eyes in defeat at last.
By then, Heena had understood that the boy was helpless and was ready to be maltreated by her, she slowly moved her hands forward to circle them around Jungkook's wrists, taking him by surprise, reinforced with a whimsical look tainting her face, that liken to an angel, but expelled from the heavens.
Blurred by the mist of perplexity, Jungkook could do nothing but watch his hands being elevated with the help of Heena's hand that had captured his wrists. The brunette was stunned when he realised where his hands were being taken to when Heena had his hands loitered over her chest.
Heena
Don't worry, you can touch them, only you
Said Heena before shooting a wink at Jungkook, while Jungkook just wanted to smack her face somehow and run away from her as far as he could. But before he could even react, Heena pressed his hands against her chest, to which a loud scream left Jungkook's mouth accompanied by a withdrawal of his hands from whatever his palms landed on.
Jungkook
Shut the hell up!! Just SHUT. UP!
Heena looked at Jungkook in astonishment.
Jungkook
I did not bloody sign up for this, do you understand? I ain't doing that! How nice would it be if you kept your body to yourself than forcing people to touch you!??
Jungkook bristled while he stood straight, breathing heavily out of vexation, against the girl that didn't seem to appreciate his outrage at all.
Heena
You know the consequences of this, right?
Jungkook
Oh yes, go on, do whatever you can.
Heena was shocked. She looked up at Jungkook with her Lotus shaped eyes, that were burning from the latter's disobedience, filled with so much of rage, but Jungkook would not care about it and rather walk past her, brushing his arm against that of the fuminb girl who slightly stumbled at the contact.
Jungkook wore his shirt and picked up his tie that was thrown on the floor like a crumpled piece of paper. Then he picked his backpack up with either of its straps and wore it on his shoulder before recklessly walking out of the classroom. And while all of this, Heena stood at the same place, staring at the empty wall with a tightened fist, clenched jaw and teary eyes, which was most definitely not caused by sadness.
Heena
Jeon Jungkook, I'll certainly make you pay for it
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