Sorry I'm a Badboy
I finally decided to post something on here just so I don't forget this exists. It was a thing I wrote for rin_cakes a couple months back. Don't mind the title I just really suck at them.
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Jeon Jungkook was well-known around school despite being just a freshman in high school. Said freshman was top of his class, was in the student council, and was even in various sports. He was good looking, too.
Jungkook, despite being well-known, didn’t have any friends. The friends that he had had long since graduated, leaving Jungkook to fend for himself in a new environment.
There was a strange phenomenon that Jungkook had picked up on halfway into the quarter. There’d be days where Jungkook would be in such a rush in the morning that he’d forget to bring his lunch, and he’d forget to bring money or he’d lose his money. He’d spend his time in the cafeteria, sitting alone with a plate of unappealing (and most likely unhealthy) food right in front of him. Yet when he’d turn his head for a minute, he’d find a nice lunch packed right in front of him.
It was uncanny that the only times that happens to him was when he seemed to be having a cafeteria lunch.
Near the end of the first quarter, Jeon Jungkook found that there was something he absolutely hated; Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon was everything that Jungkook was not, and he hated that.
Kim Namjoon was a senior in high school who had failed the first time around, but he still ditches class and he still misses homework assignments and he still refuses to do any work. He had no regard for the dress code nor for other students, and Jungkook absolutely hated that. Just how Jungkook was well-known for being the model student, Namjoon was known for being the school’s trouble-maker.
One day while taking the attendance sheet to the office, Jungkook had the displeasure of meeting Namjoon. The smell of cannabis made him stop in his tracks to look around, only to find Namjoon reclined against the lockers, joint hanging lazily between his thumb and forefinger. The boy was wearing his uniform wrong; there was no tie, the three top buttons were unbuttoned, and his blazer wasn’t even on his bodice. Rather, it was hanging precariously on his hooked finger, just over his back. The rascal even bleached his hair, Jungkook noted with distaste.
“Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook called out with a huff, “what do you think you’re doing?”
The boy in question glanced up, merely arching a brow in response.
“Smoking is prohibited on school grounds.”
Namjoon simply took another hit from the joint, blowing the smoke in Jungkook’s direction even though Jungkook was about three meters away.
“And you’re not dressed properly!”
Namjoon glanced down at his uniform, merely buttoning just one of the buttons on his disheveled shirt.
Jungkook grit his teeth, walking over to the other to take the burning joint from Namjoon’s grasp, stomping on it to put it out.
“What the fuck is your deal?” Namjoon’s voice was firm, but it wasn’t angry. He stood upright, and although he was slouching just a bit-- such bad posture! -- he was still taller than Jungkook, and he was intimidating.
“Smoking is prohibited on school grounds,” Jungkook repeated firmly, staring down Namjoon. “And cannabis is illegal,” he informed with a wrinkle of his nose.
Namjoon stared at Jungkook, expressionless. Suddenly, he grabbed Jungkook by the shoulders, shoving him against the metal lockers.
“What are you going to do about it, Jeon Jungkook?” he asked in a husky voice, amusement thinly veiled in tone.
Jungkook stared at the other in shock, eyes wide. His mind was racing to formulate a sentence, when all of a sudden Kim Namjoon smirked, and Jungkook noticed that his cheek creased to form a dimple.
“You know, for being the model student and all, you’re all bark and no bite.”
“Am not!” Jungkook huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, Kim Namjoon! Next time I see you smoking or ditching class or even wearing your uniform wrong, I’ll definitely report it.”
It was infuriating how Namjoon simply laughed off Jungkook’s threat, walking away to who knows where to ditch class.
The realization that he was starting to miss class hit Jungkook, and he quickly made his way to the attendance office to drop off the attendance sheet.
X
Shortly after the second quarter started, Jungkook found himself in a predicament after school.
Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he had done wrong. All he did was tell a couple trouble-makers that ditching class was against the school rules and that smoking on school grounds was prohibited.
Now those same boys were cornering him in the gym, looking like they wanted to murder someone.
That someone just happened to be Jungkook.
“What the fuck are you going to do about it? Huh?” One of the bigger boys asked, shoving Jungkook to the ground.
“Are you going to report us for beating you up?” Another asked, slamming his school bag down onto Jungkook.
“Yes,” came his feeble reply as he covered his head, curling up as best as he could to keep any assault to a minimal pain.
“You little bitch,” spat the biggest one. He was getting ready to kick Jungkook when someone placed a firm hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn.
“Namjoon?!”
Jungkook glanced up at them upon hearing the name, wondering just what Kim Namjoon thought he was doing, not even wearing his blazer or his tie again. A cigarette hung from the corner of his lips, too, and Jungkook was suddenly livid about the other’s blatant disregard of any rules.
“Back off,” was Namjoon’s only command as he pulled Jungkook up by the blazer, grabbing his wrist to pull him rather harshly away from the scene.
“Kim Namjoon, what do you think you’re doing?! Let me go!” Jungkook protested, but Namjoon just brushed the words off, much like every other word that was thrown at his direction.
Namjoon led Jungkook to the roof of the school, making sure Jungkook was seated before he rummaged through his bag for a cloth, dampening it with bottled water. “Hold still,” he commanded as he dabbed the material over Jungkook’s forehead, and it was only then that Jungkook realized he was bleeding because the contact stung.
Jungkook eyed Namjoon warily as the elder male kept dabbing away at his cut. "I'm still going to report you for smoking again and for wearing your uniform wrong," he informed.
"Is that how you show your gratitude? Fuck, that's cold, man."
"You should really watch your language. Swearing is crude."
"I don't give a shit." Namjoon put the cloth back into his bag and produced a bandaid in a moment. Just like when he was cleaning the wound, he pressed the adhesive carefully over the irritated skin. "There," he murmured with a faint smile.
Jungkook lightly touched the bandaid with a smile of his own beginning to form. "Thank you, Kim Namjoon."
Namjoon nodded and stood up. After a moment, he reached into his bag and gave Jungkook a small container. "You have practice right now, right? Eat this. It'll help keep your energy up."
Jungkook was about to call out to Namjoon again when the other started to take his leave. With a shrug, he opened the lid, revealing the same lunch he would mysteriously receive when he had no food.
x
The next time Jungkook received the mysterious lunch, he looked around the cafeteria, finding Kim Namjoon's back making its way through the cafeteria.
It wasn't until the end of the first semester that Jungkook worked up the courage to ask Kim Namjoon to eat with him.
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Jeon Jungkook was well-known around school despite being just a freshman in high school. Said freshman was top of his class, was in the student council, and was even in various sports. He was good looking, too.
Jungkook, despite being well-known, didn’t have any friends. The friends that he had had long since graduated, leaving Jungkook to fend for himself in a new environment.
There was a strange phenomenon that Jungkook had picked up on halfway into the quarter. There’d be days where Jungkook would be in such a rush in the morning that he’d forget to bring his lunch, and he’d forget to bring money or he’d lose his money. He’d spend his time in the cafeteria, sitting alone with a plate of unappealing (and most likely unhealthy) food right in front of him. Yet when he’d turn his head for a minute, he’d find a nice lunch packed right in front of him.
It was uncanny that the only times that happens to him was when he seemed to be having a cafeteria lunch.
Near the end of the first quarter, Jeon Jungkook found that there was something he absolutely hated; Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon was everything that Jungkook was not, and he hated that.
Kim Namjoon was a senior in high school who had failed the first time around, but he still ditches class and he still misses homework assignments and he still refuses to do any work. He had no regard for the dress code nor for other students, and Jungkook absolutely hated that. Just how Jungkook was well-known for being the model student, Namjoon was known for being the school’s trouble-maker.
One day while taking the attendance sheet to the office, Jungkook had the displeasure of meeting Namjoon. The smell of cannabis made him stop in his tracks to look around, only to find Namjoon reclined against the lockers, joint hanging lazily between his thumb and forefinger. The boy was wearing his uniform wrong; there was no tie, the three top buttons were unbuttoned, and his blazer wasn’t even on his bodice. Rather, it was hanging precariously on his hooked finger, just over his back. The rascal even bleached his hair, Jungkook noted with distaste.
“Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook called out with a huff, “what do you think you’re doing?”
The boy in question glanced up, merely arching a brow in response.
“Smoking is prohibited on school grounds.”
Namjoon simply took another hit from the joint, blowing the smoke in Jungkook’s direction even though Jungkook was about three meters away.
“And you’re not dressed properly!”
Namjoon glanced down at his uniform, merely buttoning just one of the buttons on his disheveled shirt.
Jungkook grit his teeth, walking over to the other to take the burning joint from Namjoon’s grasp, stomping on it to put it out.
“What the fuck is your deal?” Namjoon’s voice was firm, but it wasn’t angry. He stood upright, and although he was slouching just a bit-- such bad posture! -- he was still taller than Jungkook, and he was intimidating.
“Smoking is prohibited on school grounds,” Jungkook repeated firmly, staring down Namjoon. “And cannabis is illegal,” he informed with a wrinkle of his nose.
Namjoon stared at Jungkook, expressionless. Suddenly, he grabbed Jungkook by the shoulders, shoving him against the metal lockers.
“What are you going to do about it, Jeon Jungkook?” he asked in a husky voice, amusement thinly veiled in tone.
Jungkook stared at the other in shock, eyes wide. His mind was racing to formulate a sentence, when all of a sudden Kim Namjoon smirked, and Jungkook noticed that his cheek creased to form a dimple.
“You know, for being the model student and all, you’re all bark and no bite.”
“Am not!” Jungkook huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, Kim Namjoon! Next time I see you smoking or ditching class or even wearing your uniform wrong, I’ll definitely report it.”
It was infuriating how Namjoon simply laughed off Jungkook’s threat, walking away to who knows where to ditch class.
The realization that he was starting to miss class hit Jungkook, and he quickly made his way to the attendance office to drop off the attendance sheet.
X
Shortly after the second quarter started, Jungkook found himself in a predicament after school.
Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he had done wrong. All he did was tell a couple trouble-makers that ditching class was against the school rules and that smoking on school grounds was prohibited.
Now those same boys were cornering him in the gym, looking like they wanted to murder someone.
That someone just happened to be Jungkook.
“What the fuck are you going to do about it? Huh?” One of the bigger boys asked, shoving Jungkook to the ground.
“Are you going to report us for beating you up?” Another asked, slamming his school bag down onto Jungkook.
“Yes,” came his feeble reply as he covered his head, curling up as best as he could to keep any assault to a minimal pain.
“You little bitch,” spat the biggest one. He was getting ready to kick Jungkook when someone placed a firm hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn.
“Namjoon?!”
Jungkook glanced up at them upon hearing the name, wondering just what Kim Namjoon thought he was doing, not even wearing his blazer or his tie again. A cigarette hung from the corner of his lips, too, and Jungkook was suddenly livid about the other’s blatant disregard of any rules.
“Back off,” was Namjoon’s only command as he pulled Jungkook up by the blazer, grabbing his wrist to pull him rather harshly away from the scene.
“Kim Namjoon, what do you think you’re doing?! Let me go!” Jungkook protested, but Namjoon just brushed the words off, much like every other word that was thrown at his direction.
Namjoon led Jungkook to the roof of the school, making sure Jungkook was seated before he rummaged through his bag for a cloth, dampening it with bottled water. “Hold still,” he commanded as he dabbed the material over Jungkook’s forehead, and it was only then that Jungkook realized he was bleeding because the contact stung.
Jungkook eyed Namjoon warily as the elder male kept dabbing away at his cut. "I'm still going to report you for smoking again and for wearing your uniform wrong," he informed.
"Is that how you show your gratitude? Fuck, that's cold, man."
"You should really watch your language. Swearing is crude."
"I don't give a shit." Namjoon put the cloth back into his bag and produced a bandaid in a moment. Just like when he was cleaning the wound, he pressed the adhesive carefully over the irritated skin. "There," he murmured with a faint smile.
Jungkook lightly touched the bandaid with a smile of his own beginning to form. "Thank you, Kim Namjoon."
Namjoon nodded and stood up. After a moment, he reached into his bag and gave Jungkook a small container. "You have practice right now, right? Eat this. It'll help keep your energy up."
Jungkook was about to call out to Namjoon again when the other started to take his leave. With a shrug, he opened the lid, revealing the same lunch he would mysteriously receive when he had no food.
x
The next time Jungkook received the mysterious lunch, he looked around the cafeteria, finding Kim Namjoon's back making its way through the cafeteria.
It wasn't until the end of the first semester that Jungkook worked up the courage to ask Kim Namjoon to eat with him.