Taehyung POV

"What did he say to you?" What? I look up from my backpack to see Jungkook standing in front of my desk, hands hold each ends.

"What are you talking about," I asked him. Who was he talking about?

"Don't play stupid," he said, walking over to his desk. "Jongin. What did he say to you?"

"Nothing much," I told him. Why does he care? "He just says hi."

"Tsk," he said, turning around. "Stay away from him. He's no good."

"Like someone else I know," I mumble but he heard me.

"What did you say," he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," I said, waving my hands and smiling at him. "I don't think he was there for me anyways. He was busy flirting with Kyungsoo."

"Who? The owl boy." Owl boy? Kyungsoo may have big eyes but he doesn’t look like an owl.

"Yes him," I said, turning to him. "Can you tell your friend to not mess with him? I don't want to see him hurt."

"Not my problem."

"Please," I beg. I don't want to see Kyungsoo hurt.

"Fine," he said which shock me.

"Really?"

"But...." I knew it was too good to be true.

"But?"

"What's in it for me?" Can't he do something nice without wanting anything in return?

"What do you want?"

"I don't know yet," he said, patting my back really hard. "I'll tell you after class." Just great. Now I have to wait after class to know what he wants.

Jungkook POV

Tsk, he wants Jongin to stay away from his friend. That's going to be hard considering how a playboy Jongin is. When he set his eyes on someone, there's no way he'll stop until he gets what he wants. But nerd over here doesn't need to know. So what do I want from him? Do my homework? Nah, that's too easy. It's should be something that going to make use of him. Take his lunch money? I don't need it though. Besides, it looks like he could use it by the way he looks right now. Think Jungkook, think. "Hmmm." Wait. I know what he can do.

Taehyung POV

The wait was killing me. I've been staring at him and he had this serious look on his face. I don't know what to do. Should I go through with it? I really want to know what he wants. So when class was over, I turn to him and ask him, "Do you know what you want?"

"Hmm," he said, packing his things. "Yes."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Let's talk outside," he said, standing up and walking to the door. "You're coming?"

"Yeah," I said, packing my stuff and following him. We walked all the way to the field where Kyungsoo, Yoongi and I always hang out with. Why did he want the talk here? When he stop walking, I ask him once again, "so what do you want from me?"

"It's not really what I want from you; it's want I need you to be?"

"Isn't that like the same thing? I'm still doing something for you."

"You want to hear it or not? Or is your friend not that special to you?"

"Okay, fine. What is it?"

"My parents are setting me up on a date with a person I have no interest in."

"Okay." Good for you. You have a date.

"But I told them I like someone else to get out of it."

"Right..."

"Now they want to meet this special person."

"Then let them meet your special person." Serious, what does this have to do with me?

"That's the problem. I lied. I don't have a special person."

"What does it have to