A/N: set in part 1, when jungkook and ami were in the early stages of fake dating

The shrill screech of a whistle rings through the air, and I have to resist the urge to crawl up under the bleachers and die.

“Alright, kids, it’s time for dodgeball!” Coach Shaw yells. “Jungkook and Yoongi, you two are team captains.”

“Why the hell is P.E. a required class?” I growl, a surge of resentment rising up in my stomach as I see that obnoxiously familiar smirk on Jungkook’s face. I watch him with narrowed eyes as he swaggers up to the front of the gym, thumping Yoongi on the back.

“I could be taking another AP class right now,” Preet mutters. “Instead, I’m here. Goddammit.”

“Ready to get picked last again?” Lina sighs.

“As long as it’s not by Jungkook,” I say.

“He’s going to pick you. You two are supposed to be dating.”

“Besides, if you’re on the opposite team, he’s going to try to peg the out of you,” Preet pipes up.

Lina rolls her eyes. “That was the old Jungkook. This is fake boyfriend Jungkook.”

I groan, burying my head in my hands. “Don’t remind me.”

Preet, Lina, and I preoccupy ourselves with a three-way game of rock-paper-scissors as the number of students around us get smaller and smaller. Just as I’m ready to faceoff against Preet (and win, because he always plays rock when he’s nervous and I can tell he’s nervous right now), I hear someone say, “Ami.”

I look up in surprise. Yoongi is snickering at Jungkook. I turn to Preet and Lina in confusion.

“Did he say my name?” I mutter.

“Go,” Preet says, nudging me.

Wow. I’m surprised. I wasn’t even last pick- I was a solid 6th-to-last.

“Aww. You got stuck with Ami.” My blood boils as I see Jungkook and his friends smirking at me. “, Yoongi.”

“I’m sure you’re very upset,” I snap.

He and his friends break into laughter. “Actually, babe, I’m looking forward to kicking your .”

A chorus of ooh!s echo around the gym, and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from launching myself at him and beating the out of him. Coach Shaw would kill me, everyone in the gym would kill me-

And Jungkook would kill me, too.

Literally.

I cross my arms. “Bring it on, asswipe,” I tell him.  

“Alright, alright,” Coach Shaw drawls. “Jungkook, your pick.”

Unfortunately, Preet and Lina end up on J*******’s team, leaving me alone on Yoongi’s team with no friends to back me up. Looks like I can’t go on the offensive against Jungkook. I’ll have to hide behind one of the hunky football players like a little .

“It’s okay,” I whisper. I can get my revenge. Last time Jungkook ed with me (yesterday, 3rd period, hid my laptop under Mr. Scott’s desk), I used his Skype to call 10 agencies and leave his name and phone number. It’ll be hard topping that, but I’ll manage.

“Okay, let’s start on the count of three,” Coach Shaw says. “Remember, if you just hide and don’t play, I’m taking off points.”

Groans echo through the gym. I grimace.

“Ready? One... two... three!”

I halfheartedly jog ahead as everyone around my rushes to the half-court line. Lina and I exchange weary looks across the gym as our classmates proceed to violently fling balls at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a purple foam ball coming at my face. I duck in the nick of time and the ball hits the wall instead.

“Nice try,” I snarl to Jungkook.

“Next time,” he mouths forebodingly.

Gritting my teeth, I pick up a ball and fling it as hard as I can at Jungkook. Unfortunately, my aim is wildly off. I end up hitting Preet in the stomach instead.

“Nice, Hwang,” Coach Shaw says. “Keep it up.”

“What the hell, man?” Preet yelps.

“It was an accident!” I wince. “I was aiming for-,”

And then what feels like a baseball flies at me and pegs me square in the nose. I gasp in pain and topple to the ground, clutching my face in agony- holy , how is it possible for foam balls to hurt so badly? I see red in the back of my eyelids and tightly shut my eyes- I hear the sound of a whistle blowing through the air and feet moving towards me and Preet and Lina yelling, “Ami!” My entire face is burning in a combination of pain and embarrassment; god, this is so humiliating. Someone (Jin) murmurs, “What the hell, dude, she’s your girlfriend, why’d you hit her so hard?”

Suddenly, a pair of arms is gently guiding me up, wrapping around my waist. Lina, I think, and lean my head against the figure’s shoulder.

“It hurts,” I mumble.

The arms tighten around me; I am guided out of the gym.

“Are we going to the nurse’s office?” I ask, my eyes still closed.

“Mhm,” a deep voice responds.

Oh, it’s Preet.

“Where’s Lina?” I ask as I am guided onto the nurse’s bed.

“She’s in the gym. Coach Shaw told me to take you,” a very un-Preet voice says.

My eyes fly open. Horror floods my senses as I see that none other than Jungkook Jeon is standing in front of me.

“Get the away from me,” I growl. “You’re such an . This is all your fault!”

“I know,” he says, unusually subdued. He is rummaging through the freezer, searching for something. In the next moment, he returns with an ice pack.

“Here,” he says, trying to ice my nose, but I slap his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” I murmur. “God, I get that you hate me, but this is a whole new level.”

His jaw clenches. “Look-,”

“Is this what you’re going to do in Training, too? Is that why you’re looking forward to it so much?”

“It wasn’t-,”

“You seriously . And to think that I was actually starting to-,”

“Ami.”

I freeze as he holds my face in his hands and looks me dead in the eye. His gaze is swirling with emotions as he looks down at me.

“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this.”

I blink up at him, my cheeks burning. I am unable to tear my eyes away from his. The ice pack lies forgotten by my side. We sit there for what feels like an eternity, just looking at each other.

The world’s not fair, I dazedly think to myself. It’s not fair that a douchebag like this could be so damn attractive.

“Punch me in the face,” Jungkook utters in a throaty voice.

I blink in surprise. “Why?”

“For p-payback.”

Sighing, I tell him, “As tempting as that sounds, I’m not going to do that.”

“What? No. You have to. Otherwise my apology doesn’t feel complete.”

“I’m not going to punch you in the face!”

“You have to!”

“Fine.” I playfully tap his cheek with my fist. “Whoosh.”

“Ami,” he says, rolling his eyes. “That doesn’t count.”

“Well, I’m sorry my punches aren’t as strong as the Jungkook Jeon’s.”

The grin on his face widens; he draws closer to me, moving further in between my legs. My feet dangle off the edge of the nurse’s bed as I look up at him with a poorly-concealed smile.

“So how am I going to complete my apology, then?” he questions.

“I don’t know. Get creative.”

He pretends to think for a moment- and then his eyes light up. “Ooh. I know a really heartfelt way to show you I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no.” I roll my eyes. “Your boy nature’s coming out.”

“boy? Me?” he hums in mock surprise, lowering his face to mine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, then show me how you’re going to complete your apology.”

I know it’s coming, but it’s not any less pleasing when Jungkook closes the gap between our lips and sweetly kisses me. Butterflies flit around in my stomach as my eyes flutter shut and I kiss him back- the rational part of my brain is telling me that there’s no one here and Jungkook and I have no need to playact a relationship like this, but the other part of my mind... isn’t really thinking about anything other than Jungkook right now.

His mouth feels ticklish against mine; every time our lips brush, the jittery feeling in my veins grows stronger and stronger. I wrap my arms around his neck and plant a final soft kiss on his lips. My eyes slowly blink open to the sight of him staring at me with an impossibly tender look in his gaze.

“We should go back,” I murmur. “Your team needs its captain back.”

“Mmm, but the captain cares about his girlfriend more,” he sighs.

“Fake girlfriend.”

“They don’t know that.”

“Do you?”

Something changes in his expression and a pang of embarrassment hits my chest- I shouldn’t have said that.

“Of course,” he scoffs. “Why would I really be dating you?”

A twinge of hurts passes through my body but I quickly laugh it off.

“Ditto. Let’s go back.”

A/N: would they realistically kiss? probably not. but lets just ignore that!! idk i was in the mood to write something light and fluffy and playful and love to hate and w/e but right now REBOOT (my ongoing fanfic) is in some heavy right now and im like.... ueghyite

my regret while writing TCAAH is that i didn't spend enough on part 1. fake dating or w/e (like the high school fluff) is so fun to write but (confession) i had no idea where the plot to this story was going so i was winging it and wasnt planning out pacing or anything...... messy!

in exchange for giving me a massage, my headass sis is making me write a mark (nct) X OC fic. i feel uncomoftable writing fanfiction about Minors (even tho hes like..... 5 months younger than me) but......... i want her to keep massaging me so ill write it but im oging to keep it G as not even PG only G