Fights. Insults. Humiliations. Practical jokes. Hatred —especially that— was all that defined the complicated relationship between Jeon Jungkook and you. They hated each other, of course, to anyone who saw them living together. They couldn't be around each other without cursing and mocking each other, bringing out their dislike for each other at every opportunity. Without a doubt, the feeling of disgust and hatred was mutual; it had been for years, more than they could count or even remember. They only knew that for as long as they could remember, they had hated each other with all their souls, which wasn't an exaggeration.

Their mothers —unluckily for both of them— had been best friends since high school, a lasting, strong, loyal, genuine friendship. And as best friends that they were, they obviously got pregnant almost at the same time, only a few months apart. The two young childs grew up together, practically living together in that warm house in Busan, a cozy home for children just starting out in life. Their mothers hoped they would get along, that the friendship between Jungkook and you would be as beautiful as their mothers', and that only came to pass when both could barely babble.

However, the peace between them was short-lived. It all started with light shoves, sticking out their tongues at each other, or stealing each other's toys. Jungkook said you were a crybaby, and you claimed Jungkook was a nuisance. From that moment on, they hated each other, couldn't stand each other's presence, and the argument between them grew over the years. Their arguments intensified as the years went by, going from childish squabbles to insults, humiliation in high school, rumors spread in the hallways, all with the aim of destroying each other. And of course, nothing changed when they got to college. There was no room for kindness or empathy.

The university hallway was packed with students. Couples kissing or inappropriately touching each other in a public space, who didn't seem to mind having people around them. Others were talking about trivial things with their group of friends, laughing, enjoying themselves. Some were whispering things in each other's ears, most likely irrelevant rumors. Everyone was busy minding their own business.

Jungkook found himself walking through the crowd, unconcerned that he was pushing some students in his way with his shoulder. Dark, ripped baggy pants, a white shirt, a leather jacket, boots that clattered as he walked, rings adorning his fingers, the signature piercing that adorned his lip, tattoos on his hand that stood out and spread up his right arm, the faint scent of his renowned cologne, and his confident stride that screamed "I'm the most important, everyone move aside," along with an expression of pure arrogance, were everything Jeon Jungkook represented.

His eyes fixed on his favorite object of ridicule, you. A sly smile spread across his lips as he abruptly walked past you, causing you to stumble and drop her books. A bitter laugh escaped Jungkook's lips, who glared at you as she picked up her books, no doubt she was cursing him under her breath.

"Sorry," Jungkook said, though his voice was full of sarcasm, devoid of regret. His eyes examined you, satisfaction reflected in them. He could clearly see how furious she was, a feeling of power surged through him. Jungkook thoroughly enjoyed screwing up your life, even with stupid things. "Next time, make sure you don't get in my way." He spoke gracefully, his words laced with venom. He was determined to achieve his goal. To annoy her, humiliate her, drive her crazy.