Rivals

Chapter 1

If only I could be born in another century, away as far as possible from Jeon Jungsoo, that would be great.

"hold up." Jungsoo grips my wrist painfully, almost digging into my skin. His eyes were malicious, a certain bloodlust roaring in his glare.

"Did you just draw a fucking dick on my face?"

Entrance exams. First place, Jeon Jungsoo.

Middle Year Exams. First place, Jeon Jungsoo.

End of Year Exams. First place,

Jeon.

Fucking.

Jungsoo.

And there my name was written, right below his. It almost seemed like mockery. I've been top in the school since forever - and I intended to stay this way.

Until I graduated middle school, and entered one of the most prestigious high schools in Korea.

And yet, this annoying scumbag, who doesn't seem to care about anything at all, managed to beat me in every major exam. It made my competitive blood boil.

".....nice to know y'all..." Jungsoo stood on stage, behind the podium without a care in the world. The student who topped the entrance exam was selected to deliver the speech for the entrance ceremony. It was such a big honour, but....

"Ah, and those who wanted my number, have to beat me in the next exam." he speaks into the mic, a devilish smug look on his face.

"KYAAAAAAA!" all the girls around me screamed until my ears fell off. The other guys had a distasteful look on their faces, and so do I.

I rolled my eyes to heaven.

I fell a little short on the entrance exam, I'll top the next major examinations for sure. Was my initial plan.

There I stood in front of the bulletin board, the exact same result as the last. Jeon Jungsoo, first. Min Soojung, second.

"Miss Soojung, let's work harder next time, shall we?" Jungsoo leans his back against the wall, the annoying smirk plastered on his face. I shot him a death glare, passing by with large steps.

"So you really want my number." I heard his cocky voice behind my back, and fury sparked in me. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

And then I swiftly turned my body, my right leg crashing onto the wall next to his hips. Interest piqued in his eyes as he faces me as well, slightly shocked by the situation I've made.

I folded my arms mockingly.

"bitch." I glared right at him, with gritted teeth. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, who wants your number?"

"Second place Soojung?" he replied with a wide grin.

"I don't want your stupid number, I want first place. I'll win you, so just watch Jungsoo." I leaned my arm oh-so-gangsterly on my thigh, bending forward. My leg was still up on the wall.

His eyes darted to my skirt, and back to my face.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it" He leans into my ear closely, whispering those arrogant words with confidence. I rolled my eyes at his attempt to flirt with me. It would never work, I identify as a singular human with a large S.

"I'll wipe that annoying smile off your face soon." I gave my last warning, before letting him go. I smiled to myself victoriously, stuffing both hands into my vest pockets.

"Polkadot pattern." He suddenly calls, causing my body to freeze in position.

"What did you say?" I nervously turned towards Jungkook, who is looking at my thighs.

"Miss Polkadot Panties" he said loudly on purpose, and a panick wave hit me. Immediately I covered my thighs with my hands, not doing much. It felt like his stares pierced though my clothing.

"Ugh...I hate you" tears were welling in my eyes from the embarrassment. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, clutching his stomach. I wanted to hide in a hole and rot there forever.

"you know what? you're kind of cute" he tousled my hair, in which I slapped his hand away.

"yeah right, playboy." I said with a sarcastic tone.

"How many girls have you said that to?"

He frowns a little at my reply, observing my face carefully.

"I'm not a playboy." he answers incredulously. As if I'd believe that, number provider.

Without hesitation i turned to leave, far away from this jerk. I wanted nothing to do with him at all.

But things didn't exactly go my way.

"Owwwwww..." I face planted on the floor, in the middle of the classroom filled with students. When I got up from the ground, Jeon Jungsoo stood there with his foot sticking out.

"Is this funny to you?!" I kicked him, but he dodges without an effort.

His friends gave me a pitiful look, and one of them offered me a handkerchief to wipe my knees. But I couldn't help but recall how I tripped, how mentally ashamed it made me feel.

"You will regret this" I challenged him, right in front of his friends. I'm never going down without a fight, over my dead body. I'll rather kill myself than to let him embarrass me again.

"We'll see about that" he accepts my challenge with a smug look. I watched as his hand travelled from the desk to my wrist, pulling me into an embrace.

My face landed onto his muscular chest, and his arm snaked around my waist. I looked up alarmingly at him, our faces just merely inches apart.

He stares into my eyes for a while, before breaking eye contact and moving close to my ear.

"...Miss polkadot patterns."