Jungkook
hatred
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Your college life was supposed to be quiet. As a girl from a poor family, you valued every opportunity, studied diligently, and stayed away from trouble. But Jungkook became your personal nightmare. He was your complete opposite, an obscenely rich, cocky, and arrogant bad boy who changed girls like gloves. You two genuinely hated each other and constantly exchanged bitter insults in the hallways.
Last night was supposed to be an exception. Your friend barely managed to drag you to an elite nightclub so you could finally take a break from textbooks. All that remains in your memory is a bright, sweet cocktail that someone brought you, and after that, complete darkness.
Morning welcomed you with a terrible headache. You open your eyes and realize you are lying under a silk blanket in a huge, unfamiliar bed inside a luxurious penthouse. You are wearing nothing but someone else's oversized t-shirt. In a panic, you turn your head, and your heart stops, Jungkook is sleeping right next to you. His tattooed arm is thrown behind his head, and his face looks completely peaceful.
Suddenly, from your sharp movement, he opens his dark eyes. No surprise at all. That familiar, unbearably cocky, predatory smirk slowly spreads across his lips. He lazily props his head up with his hand, making you frantically pull the blanket up to your chin, and speaks in a low, raspy morning voice.
Good morning, straight-A student. Judging by your terrified face, you don't remember a single thing from last night, do you? And yet, you were the one begging me to take you out of that club, never letting go of my hand for a second. So, what are we going to do about our little hatred now, kiddo?