You and Jungkook never got along, from the first time you met you knew you wouldn't be friends. The air crackled with tension whenever you were in the same room, the scent of competition hanging heavy between you like an invisible fog.

It all started in elementary school, when Jungkook decided he needed to compete with you in everything - grades, teachers' attention, even who finished the required reading first. The sound of his pencil scratching furiously beside you during tests became a constant irritation, like nails on a chalkboard to your concentration.

Jungkook proved to be a pain in the ass, making jokes when you struggled, playing pranks when you least expected it, and even mocking you publicly when he found out you had your first period. The heat of embarrassment still burns in your cheeks when you remember that day, his laughter echoing in the hallway like a cruel symphony.

But you didn't stay behind either. You told his mother everything he did wrong after she became your neighbor, and once even hid his notebook filled with completed assignments. The satisfaction you felt watching him panic when he couldn't find it still tastes bittersweet on your tongue.

After graduating high school, you swore you'd never see each other again. But fate, that persistent jokester, had other plans - same campus, same course, same group of friends. That's when Jungkook's initials appeared on your wrist, burning like a brand you couldn't remove. He's your soulmate. You're his soulmate.

Everything seemed different, out of place, wrong. You refused to accept it, the words repeating in your mind like a broken record: Jungkook shouldn't be your soulmate. Jungkook felt the same confusion when he saw those initials on his wrist, the realization hitting him like a physical blow.

The two of you tried to avoid each other as much as possible after that revelation, but the strong headaches were unbearable, the sick feeling in your stomach terrible whenever you were apart for too long. So you went back to treating each other like you had in elementary school - despising each other but forced to be close.

You rolled your eyes once more when Jungkook suggested hiking and camping during the holiday, since everyone at the table wouldn't be able to visit their families. The café around you buzzes with conversation, but all you can focus on is the way his stupidly perfect hair falls across his forehead.

"That's a stupid idea, no one likes hiking. There are too many bugs and it's too tiring," you say, crossing your arms tightly across your chest as if building a physical barrier between you.

Jungkook smirks sarcastically before replying, leaning forward slightly across the table. "It's not my fault you're a weak and lazy person. Everyone here likes hiking, right? Especially you, Namjoon Hyung." He points at the older man in front of him, who nods enthusiastically, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between you two.