Warnings: The moral of this story: Have sex with him. You’ll like him better than you think.
I’ve never wanted to get involved with him. He reeks the
smell of trouble. His face has trouble written all over it. From head to toe,
he screams out trouble. How come the more I try to avoid, the deeper I fall?
“Pick a number the sit according to the chart on the board. No
complaints!” She slaps the table with her long ruler, indicates the cue for us
to go pick our seats from the folded pieces of paper in the carton box. I, and
of course my other classmates, have lots of concern about this new “random”
seating arrangement. They all want to seat near their friends or smarter people
whom they can copy the work from. But for me, I want to avoid one person, Jeon
Jungkook. You may ask: “Well what’s wrong with this fine looking young man?”
Everything is wrong about him.
He has been haunting me longer than I could remember. My
mind didn’t write down the memories about the day we’ve met but it did tell me
once about my first impression for him: an active and energetic boy. I often
saw him being caught up in troubles as if it was an addiction and he was
overdosed. Somehow, he has my attention in the palm of his hand. My eyes reach
for him, still they avoid his. Strangely enough, it wasn’t a one-way affection.
The way Jungkook treats me feels different, neutrally different. It wasn’t good
and it wasn’t bad. Obvious seems to be the most accurate adjective to describe
it. I see him everywhere: at the cafeteria, in the hallway, by the vending
machine… until it became too usual to be just a coincidence. Our conversations
would always start with him “offering” me to skip class with him and end with me
rejecting him with a single word. I do question his reasons sometimes, not with
him but with myself.
“12.” I exhale with relaxation and move to my new seat at
the end of the class, next to the window. It is the perfect place to completely
immerse myself in my works, without being bothered by the rest of this noisy
class. I sit down and settle myself. The gentle spring breeze greets me, touching
my braids teasingly as if it is flirting with me. I feel at ease looking at the
strips of golden sunshine. The state of daydreaming approaches me through
different media. The sound of rustling leaves sweeps me off my feet. I am
flying to those cotton clouds.
“Hey! Earth to Y/N!” The pain spreads through my scalp where
my braid is. My head follows its instinct and tilts the direction that my braid
is being pulled. Anger can’t even describe the emotion I’m feeling, not after I
know who the culprit is. There he is, sitting right next to me with his hand
grabbing my braid and pulling it down, the one and only Jeon Jungkook. I hit
his hand for him to release my hair. A tidal wave of anger and disappointment
rushes through my organs. I shoot him with that you’re-not-welcome look and all
I receive is a typical social smile that acquaintances give each other. He is
sure that I’m not too stupid to not decipher that smile as a notice that for
the next few months I’m going to experience hell at its finest.
I don’t talk to him at all for the rest of that day, trying
to keep our conversations at the minimum. Meanwhile Jungkook, with all of his
best effort, attempts to distract me every second. I lose count how many times
he asks for a pen, a piece of paper, sharing textbook… It is driving me crazy.
Still, showing it to him would just make him cockier about it. Time seems
longer when I’m with him, not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He
leans back on his chair. Hands behind his neck, he settles himself in a laid
back position and of course, restrains from doing any math questions.
“Are you not going to do this?” I turn to him, showing a bit
of my honest anger.
“Don’t want to.” Only his eyes are facing me.
“Well you’re going to get into trouble with the teacher,
again.” I stress on my words.
“That old hag can’t do anything to me.” His body slides down
the chair. Now he looks like he is lying more than sitting. My eyes still glue
to him. “What? You’re worried about me?” He smirks. My cheekbones suddenly feel
like they just went out from a heated oven. My heart misses its cue to beat. “No.
Do whatever you want.” I quickly turn away to hide the uncontrollable expressions
on my face. Nervous and weak are the last emotions I want to show him.
“Oh… somebody’s lying.” He leans forward and closer to me,
one hand twisting the end of my braid. His cheek presses on the table as he
looks at my face from the bottom. I lean further away, even move my chair so I
don’t look uncomfortable. Jungkook hand leaves my braid and places on my thigh
where my skirt ends. I hit his hand but his fingers just keep digging in
tighter. My legs stay numb, afraid that if I move them he would get the chance
to go deeper under the skirt. The heat from his palm on my thigh evaporates my
skin. I feel hotter and almost breathless. Now my heart has to work harder than
its capability. He must be fascinated about my thigh. Sometimes he traces heart
patterns on it.
The bell rings to end this awfully long period. We have gym
next and I’m glad there can be some space between us for me to calm down. His hand
leaves my thigh as the whole class stands up and becomes noisy. Before turning
his back on me, he gives me a maleficent smirk and I can’t help but blush. He
knows I could have screamed to the teacher when he touched my thigh, but I didn’t.
I try to argue myself that I didn’t have a choice. However, my heart keeps
throwing out these convincing testimonies. I rest my case.
Gym class starts with the friendly basketball game between
the boys. As expected, Jungkook great athletic skill shines bright on the
field. I’m too busy analyzing Jungkook to notice the aching volume of the girls
cheering for him. The sweat drips from his forehead to his sharp jawline and
paints his whole body with a glossy coat. The muscles in his arms appear and
disappear as he works his way through the opponents and shoots the ball into
the basket. His strong-built calves and even the veins shown through his thin
skin attract my attention. The game ends faster than I thought. Our class wins.
My eyes stick with Jungkook for the rest of gym class. I
wonder to myself how come a good athlete like him takes these exercises so
lightly. He barely does what our teacher says, not even the easiest tasks like
push-ups and running. There’s no doubt that he can do them all. It may just be
that breaking the rules is his natural habitat.
I stay back to put the basketballs into the storing room. It
isn’t my duty, but considering that we were the ones who took them out, I think
it’s the right thing to put them back where they were again.
“Cleaning up?” Jungkook leans on the entrance of the room,
holding the last basketball in his hand.
“Yeah. Why are you still here?” My arms cross in front of my
“To help.” He steps towards me, closing the door behind him.
“Thanks.” I receive the ball from him. As he turns away,
through the open of his backpack, I see the textbook for today’s class that he
claimed to “forgot it at home”. I’m surprise and a bit angry.
“Jungkook… You have your textbook today with you…” I ask.
He turns around and flusters “Yeah…”
“Why did you lie to me?” My anger is on the top of my head.
“Well how do you think I’m going to get your attention now?”
He yells out loud. His anger calms my anger down. His words stop half way
through my brain. They are too vague for me to analyze. “Shit” He punches the
locker. “I’m sorry okay? I know how much you hate me so… you know… what other
choices do I have?” My body freezes. I just stand there, looking at him with
zero expressions shown. He has his face looking at a different direction. His
eyebrows squint together.
“Kiss me.” I say.
Jungkook looks at me puzzled, wondering if what he heard by
his ears is what came out from my mouth.
“Give me a kiss like those romantic couples on TV. I’m
giving you a choice now so do it before I change my mind.”
He steps closer until I’m at the bottom of his nose. His
hands cup my cheeks and lift my face up. His rough lips touch mine, granting me
this passion and lust. He starts tilting his head and our lips open. The kiss
becomes tenser and lewder. His tongue gains its access into my mouth and tastes
mine. I can taste the sweetness of strawberry from the tip of his taste buds. His
hands leave my cheeks, trails down to my ass and then make their way to my
He cuts of the kiss and slams my back on the lockers. Stuck
between his arms, my head tilts so he can nip the wet skin of my neck and
collarbones. The heat of his body makes me sweat. Each time he sucks harder, my
core feels like melting. I can swear there is water in my panties. My body
tries to adapt this overloading sensual feeling but it’s too difficult. I start
to shiver. He begins to suck harder, leaving pain lightly covers some areas on
“These are proves that you are mine. Mine only.” He whispers
into my ears.
Jungkook pulls down my shorts and panties at the same time.
He looks at my core for a long time, which is still in the process of developing
sexually. He can tell this is my first time, not only by looking at my core,
but my expression. He pulls down his shorts and underwear. His cock rises,
pointing towards me. My thighs have the tendency to move closer, trying to
protect my core from being seen.
“I’ll go gently. But if something goes wrong, tell me to
stop.” His forehead touches mine as he tries to calm my nerves. He inserts
himself into me. My core stretches out to receive him. It hurts a bit to adjust
along with his size, but when he sinks in completely, my body can feel this
mixture of these arousals. He starts slowly, thrusting into my pelvis to make
sure I have to time adapt. But I learn this lesson quicker than that.
“Faster… go faster…” I struggle my words out of this
suffocation. Jungkook goes faster. Water drips from my core to the side of my
thighs, I’m not sure if it’s mine or it’s his. He pulls his dick out half way
slowly then slam it in again, making sure I have enough energy to hit that
climax. And I did, followed by my juice creating a mess between my legs. I sit
down, feeling my core throbs and burns.
Jungkook gets a towel and cleans both of us up. He dresses
me again and carries me of his back, switching his backpack to the front of his
body. Exhaustion doesn’t allow me to see clearly. My cheek presses on his shoulders.
His large back feels warm and for once, I don’t think about avoiding him. He’s okay, I guess.
For all of y’all thirsty people who asked for Jungkook doing you at school, hope this satisfied you. 3:20 am here so I apologize for the procrastination.
[TRANS] 141203 Heechul Talks about Puff in Dream Girls’ New Book
Hear What Super Junior Kim Heechul Says: “I am very deep red, Puff is cool mint green!”
The first time you saw Puff…
Because we were only coworkers, at the first meeting my only thought was, “so this is Puff,” kk. Puff is very bright! Like a child of light (Taiwanese idiom). Puff is also very cute. When I’m in a bad mood, I look at Puff’s face and my mood immediately gets better. I also really like her round eyes.
Puff is very considerate. I’m a person with rather big mood swings, but Puff always understand my thoughts. As the time we’d been working together got longer and longer, even if I was angry she always knew how to calm me down. I think Puff is very observant, because she would often say to me, “Oppa gwenchanha? (Cherry oppa, are you okay?)” “Oppa, hwanasseo? (Cherry oppa, are you angry?)”
On-stage Puff vs. Off-stage Puff
I know that Puff is really big in Taiwan, even though I’m also the Space Big Star (haha ^_^). Puff would often secretly take care of the staffs around us, and would even bring a small notebook to record things, which made me think she places a lot of importance on people’s relationships. Even when we were out having meals, she would pour alcohol for the new staffs. This kind of personality made all the staffs really like her.
Cherry Oppa and Puff’s Relationship Style
Privately, our relationship was completely not awkward; in fact, we got along even better in private. Actually, at the beginning the two of us were a little awkward, until we went to Geoje Island for the honeymoon filming. After going out together with the staffs to eat, drink, and chat, I finally got comfortable with Puff, but the day after I was hungover during filming ^^. After that time my relationship with Puff became better and more natural.
During filming, the staffs arranged a lot of romantic stories and cute things for us. Because I’m not a very romantic person, and don’t understand what girls are thinking, these things gave me goosebumps all over my skin, and I said I didn’t want to do them. Every time there was this kind of situation Puff would help me and ask, “Cherry oppa, are you okay? Cherry oppa, are you angry?” She would comfort me like this, and in my heart I thought, she’s definitely working harder than I am, I’m sorry, thank you. Even though I didn’t say it out loud, I would still hug Puff to thank her. I remember something I said once, “Today, except for Puff, everyone else isn’t satisfied, so today when I film I will only look at her face” (writing like this, I want to gag…haha). Thinking back, I was more romantic off-camera.
Uh…we don’t have any common interests. I like video games and anime…the two of us also can’t cook, haha. During the secret show, there was one time it was just me and Puff by ourselves resting in the car. I kept playing games on my cell phone, and Puff just sat quietly and watched me play. I said to Puff, “Cherry oppa is awesome! What do you think? What do you think? Wahahahahaha.” Puff said, “Yes, Cherry oppa is awesome!”
After we got out of the car, the PD and the scriptwriter asked us what we were talking about in the car, and also said they had intentionally left us alone in the car. I replied, “I just played video games, that’s all.” The PD, the scriptwriter, the managers, and the stylists, with helpless expressions, all said to me, “You really don’t understand women!” I replied angrily, “So what? This is a very important game!” Puff, standing next to me, helped me and said, “Cherry oppa is very cute when he plays games.” …^_^.
Kim Heechul’s Ideas about Puff
Puff is like a cat! When Puff was taking wedding photos with me, there were some scenes that we shot with cats, but because Puff and I both really, really like cats, we would often play with the cats and forget to take pictures.
I think Puff is like a pine tree, because no matter whether she is on or off camera, she always keeps the same serious attitude. (Note: in Korea, pine trees represent never changing)
Puff is mint green. I am very deep red, and she is cool mint green.
Kim Heechul wants to say to Puff…
Cherry oppa doesn’t know how to express his feelings, has big mood swings, and didn’t take care of you well, but you always took care of me. Thank you for being so good to me. Even though at the beginning we were only coworkers, as time passed, I became more honest with you, and like a child, more and more sincere. When I go to Taiwan let’s drink soju mixed with beer (haha).
Right, I know your legs are very pretty, and girl groups won’t wear very much clothing even in the winter. Cherry oppa is most worried about this (haha). Take care of yourself and don’t catch a cold. Even though we won’t meet often, you can’t get sick, or else I won’t keep looking at you. This kind of visit is good, it makes me think of how things were before with us. It’s already been more than a year…I miss you…
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