You hate Jungkook, and he hates you.

During the summer after high school, you met him on a cruise ship. Hypnotised by the blissful heat, filled with eagerness to experiment and wander, you succumbed to his allure. He seemed somewhat troubled, a musician and poet on the verge of his creative undoing, and you felt that by force of some twinkling lights, you could imbue inspiration in him once again. More and more, the thrill of it all waned like if a witch fell victim to her own poison, the night suffering some karmic eclipse between a star and a nameless satellite.

For the entire trip, you would kiss and make out and have sex and it was amazing until his sadness became less clandestine. The trip ended and you never contacted him again.

He seemed to have changed dramatically once you entered university. You didn't know you'd be attending the same school, but once you did, he immediately began acting standoffish and rude, like you were erased from his memory.

He slides next to you in the lecture hall and leans in to whisper, "You're such a fucking tease," He says, running a hand down your thigh without consent.