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Jimin wanted to wipe the stupid smirk off Jeongguk’s face. He settled for forcefully stuffing the crumpled notebook paper balled in his tiny right fist into the jock's mouth before stomping around the spluttering other, face flushed heatedly.
"The answer is no!" Jimin threw over his shoulder sassily before scurrying down the rest of the hall, leaving Jeongguk behind who was taking his damp saliva crinkly paper out of the cavern of his mouth.
"Fucking Park Jimin." But there was only amusement laced in Jeongguk’s tone as he unfolded his paper he'd wrote his little message down on for Jimin, his handwriting only slightly damaged from all its past abuse. Jeongguk scoffs when he sees a little mad face drawn in Jimin's small neat handwriting underneath his kindergarten message and leans against a locker just as a boy with a heavy looking book bag weighing his back down was about to open. He squeaks in despair when Jeongguk’s heavy body went lazily slack against the rusty surface, the jock oblivious to the other as he began to muse in his head.
Honestly, Jeongguk doesn't know why his cute mouse is playing hard to get. His message was clear, direct, and straightforward. At this point everyone in their school knows Jeongguk is after his senior, said senior included at the top of the list. Jeongguk rolls his eyes and neatly folds the sea of wrinkle paper before stashing it into the pocket of his black jeans. He finally pushes off the locker much to the relief of the poor boy and saunters down the hall going in the same direction Jimin took. Whether his cute mouse wanted to answer correctly or not, today is the day Jeongguk is getting his answer and it won't be fucking 'no'.
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Inside of the jock's back pocket the crinkly paper folded up in a small square reads this:
Sex with me?
a) yes
b) of course
c) now ;)