miss second place is clearly second place when it comes to realizing that her childhood "rival" has been in love with her this entire time.
✱ inspired by the anime "special a"
✱ a jeon jungkook fanfiction ft. kim taehyung
✱ start: may 12, 2018
✱ end...
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miyoung pov
"You coming to the basketball game tonight? I heard they're playing state champs." Nayoung says as she plops down beside me in homeroom.
I scoff, flipping the page of my book without looking back up at her. "And see sweaty boys running back and forth trying to get some ball in a hoop? I'm out."
She whined, grabbing my arm and shaking it. "Please come! Hoseok is coming tonight and I want you and him to get along better."
Oh that's right, Nayoung and Hoseok have officially begun dating.
I completely forgot about that. What a great best friend I am!
"I can get to know him better another time. Why would I want to talk to him when sweat is flying around the room?"
"Because he wants to go watch his friends." She pouts.
I sigh. "Nayoung. . . no."
"Miyoung. Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"No."
"Damn it I thought that would work." She whispered under her breath. "Miyoung please come, you don't even have to stay the entire time, just a half."
I groaned, knowing full well that even if I continued to say no, Nayoung would not stop talking about it for the rest of the day.
And she knows how I get when people talk about the same topic a full day.
"Fine." I mutter out, bluntly ignoring her squeals of happiness.
"Thank you!"
I ignore her again and continue to read my book, dreading for a gym full of sweaty boys.
- - -
Of course Jungkook happened to be the friend Hoseok was talking about.
And of course Nayoung forgot to mention that part.
She knew that I wouldn't have dared set foot into the gym if I knew he was playing in the game.
"I actually hate you right now." I whisper in Nayoung's ear as we find open spots on the benches near the court.
Great. Now we have a better chance of the basketball getting thrown in our faces or their sweats coming on us.
And we can get a lovely smell of their body odor! How great!
She grins sheepishly at me while gripping Hoseok's arm. "You're the best!"
I huff out a breath and look out at the other side of the court unamused.
