Leather Hottie

YeonA's POV

I nod my head and make my way to the only empty space that's on the highest aisle besides a man who has jet black hair, black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and black shoes - which I don't know exactly.

I sit down and the tension seizes as the professor begins his first lesson. I thank the professor silently as I hate having attention on me - not that I'm bragging or anything.

Throughout the introduction of the first lesson, different conversations surface the classroom, but none of them ever belonged to the man sitting right besides me.

My observation about him tell me that he's the type of person who always keeps to himself. It's sometimes a good thing, but from him it's like he has this dangerous vibe coming off of him, and that isn't a good thing.

What draws me to him are his features: sharp jawline, sharp eyes, prominent and perfect nose, and seems tall just by sitting down.

"You've been staring for more than five minutes."

Damn. Just fucking damn. His voice. His deep yet alluring voice is like nothing I've heard before. My attention isn't on his words but his voice.

Realization hits me and I blink away my thoughts on his voice. "Sorry," I tell him and quickly look away. I can feel the heat creeping onto my cheeks and I know I'm blushing. I mentally curse at myself and turn to the front, now beginning to pay attention to the professor.

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Lunch finally comes and I somehow find myself looking for a specific man in leather. "Who are you looking for?" I jump a little when I hear Lucy's voice just besides me.

"No one," I lie and go to the first booth I see and place my backpack on the seat, marking my territory on something that I'll only use once.

"You're a really bad liar and I hope you know that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes at me. I force a smile and follow her to go and get out food.

After gaining our lunch, we go back and sit on our booth. From the corner of my eyes, I see a small crowd of females huddling around a specific man in leather.

"Hey Lucy," I call out, "who's that?" She turns around to see the man I'm pointing to. "Oh! That's Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." I widen my eyes at her, "You know him?"

As a response, she shakes her head, "I've seen him a couple of times with your cousin." She drops her chopsticks and points a finger at me, "You bettet not have any thoughts of inviting your rainbow self with him."

"Why not?"

"YeonA, there are two types of bad boys: the first type are bad boys who don't follow rules but are protective of females, children, and elderly. And then there's the second type: ones who are just dangerously hot looking and don't let anyone tell him 'no."

"The second type is who he is: Jeon Jungkook is just a huge no. I would understand and support you if he was the first, but no."

"So no interest in a man who looks dashingly and dangerously hot in leather, okay." She lets out a light sigh, "you're not gonna pay attention are you?" I shake my gead with confidence, "You know I'm one who won't take no's either."

"Well at least I tried," she lets out another sigh before shaking her head dissapointingly at me. "Not even close," I comment and proceed to eat my food - which tastes like nothing but shit.

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The last bell hits me like a wave and I'm being brought back from daydreaming.

I've only met that man once, yet I thought about him the whole school day. How lame of me.

"Hey baby girl- oh! Jungkook?" My ears perk up and I jerk my head to face outside the classroom door to see my cousin waving at someone on the other side.

I quickly round up my materials, stuff them inside my backpack, and leave the classroom to meet where Jimin was currently standing.

"Hey, do you wanna come with us? I'm throwing this small tour-party for my cousin who hasn't seen Seoul in three years." When Jungkook's eyes meet mine, I feel something in my chest pound.

Damn. He really is a dangerous snack.

"Oh this is Alyeon, she hates to be called that so we call her YeonA. She's my cousin and today was her first day here at Floreain University-"

"Oh! I have you for first right?" Acting clueless is one of my morals. "Oh that's right, we even sit next to each other."

"So are you in? C'mon, since you don't have anything else to do-"

"You're so annoying."

My mind doesn't pay attention to the insult but his voice and again it makes my heart flutter and my chest pound.

"Ey," Jimin goes behind the taller one and jumps, wrapping his arm over Jungkook's shoulder since he obviously can't reach even by tippy-toeing. I snicker at his action, "you're so short."

"Shut up cause you're just the same height as me!" He barks, playfully glaring at me. "Well at least it goes with me because I'm a female-"

"Shut up!" He knows so damn well he always looses when it comes to an argument over height. I laugh it off and follow them outside.

"So is that a yes?" Jimin ignores my laughing mess and focuses on the taller man. "Just don't do anything that'll get me piss off." Jimin punches his shoulder, "when have I ever let you down?"