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You've know Kibum since you were a kid. He lives in the same neighborhood and goes to your school. Even though he's a year younger, he's in the same grade as you. He's pretty hot for a guy- (not that you're gay or anything...) straight black hair and piercing brown eyes, plus he's taller than you and has good fashion sense. Oh, and he annoys the hell out of you. You've wanted to bitch slap him since you first met him.
Kibum has the most disgusting, perverted mind on the whole fricking world and he never shuts up about his "amazing rapping skills". He constantly brags about how good he is at English and about the millions of girls that are head over heels about him.
He knows you hate him, and yet he still makes up ridiculous nicknames for you like a friend would. Bling Bling was the first one, Jjong was the second, and you lost count after that.
You're sitting at your desk, looking out the window, waiting for class to start when you hear giggling from the other side of the room. You know instantly that its the group of girls circled around Kibum. You're about to shoot Kibum a dirty look when you meet his eyes - he winks at you and your heart stops beating. It feels like you've hit a blank wall because you can't remember why you were annoyed in the first place - you can't even remember your own name. Then you realize its probably just to piss you off. You're heart drops a little and you're back to being irritated.
You hate gym, especially because Kibum's in it and he has the locker next to your's. Gym is your last class of the day and you're usually the last one to leave - but not today. Kibum is watching you while you change.
"Can you change any faster?"
"Can you be less annoying?"
He frowns and leans over.
"I've got something you want, Bling Bling," Kibum whispers into your ear.
"A shot gun so I can shoot you?" you retort.
"No," he says a little irate now, "me."
Then his mouth is on yours and you think you've gone insane because this can't possibly be happening and...you like it.
"I think I'm in love with you, Jonghyunnie."
Kibum has the most disgusting, perverted mind on the whole fricking world and he never shuts up about his "amazing rapping skills". He constantly brags about how good he is at English and about the millions of girls that are head over heels about him.
He knows you hate him, and yet he still makes up ridiculous nicknames for you like a friend would. Bling Bling was the first one, Jjong was the second, and you lost count after that.
You're sitting at your desk, looking out the window, waiting for class to start when you hear giggling from the other side of the room. You know instantly that its the group of girls circled around Kibum. You're about to shoot Kibum a dirty look when you meet his eyes - he winks at you and your heart stops beating. It feels like you've hit a blank wall because you can't remember why you were annoyed in the first place - you can't even remember your own name. Then you realize its probably just to piss you off. You're heart drops a little and you're back to being irritated.
You hate gym, especially because Kibum's in it and he has the locker next to your's. Gym is your last class of the day and you're usually the last one to leave - but not today. Kibum is watching you while you change.
"Can you change any faster?"
"Can you be less annoying?"
He frowns and leans over.
"I've got something you want, Bling Bling," Kibum whispers into your ear.
"A shot gun so I can shoot you?" you retort.
"No," he says a little irate now, "me."
Then his mouth is on yours and you think you've gone insane because this can't possibly be happening and...you like it.
"I think I'm in love with you, Jonghyunnie."