Aced

                                    

                                          
Jungkook
                          
     The month flies by much faster than anticipated as well as my heightened grades. Silly omega. Wasn't he ever taught not to make deals with devils? I aced every test and assignment easily. I'm not stupid—quite the opposite—I just don't care. 
       I've never been given a reason to care about making good grades because what the fuck do they matter when I'm already rich as fuck and inheriting an empire anyway? 
      My parents know how smart I am which is why they never pressured me to try harder. My grades do not really matter to them, either. It's mostly all about appearances. That's all it ever is.
       I have to give credit, however, to my sneaky sneaky little omega. He's dodged every my single advance I've tried. He makes sure we're never alone during school hours and stays in meetings. When tutoring, he makes sure to do it openly and within earshot of my family. 
       To be honest, I could just fuck him on the couch in front of them without a care but I know that'd be too much for him to handle and he'd run. I've made it abundantly clear my plans for the omega and both eomma and appa approve.
       Jimin taps his fingers on the table in front of me with a frown. "Hello? earth to Jeon...what the hell? Why are you always ignoring me?!" He whines.
       "Maybe because your bitch ass never shuts the fuck up. Like, seriously, don't you ever breathe? All you do is run and run and run your mouth—"
       "I get it! Hush!" He smacks his hand over my mouth.
       "Like you?" I slap his hand away from my face with a scowl. 
       He shakes his hand out with a pout. "Why are you always studying now and ignoring your friends? Has your appa finally cracked down on you?" 
       "Like hell. I have a goal in mind. Once that goal is reached I will return to my blissful and lazy self." I reassure him.
       He nods slowly, still suspicious. "That new teacher is really hot, right? N-not that I'd hit that but still. Too old for me and all—"
        Groaning, I shove a piece of bread in his mouth to shut him up. Not about to out my relationship with that 'new hot teacher'. Not until I make it official, of course. 
       He chews his food like a fucking chipmunk, his cheeks chubby and huge as he sips his chocolate milk at the same time. "You eat too much." 
       He swallows. "I can eat what I want when I want because I work my ass off every single day and you know that. People wish they could look this good." He sniffs.
       Said people around us, eye our table with envy. Wishing they could join us. Jimin and I are above everyone else in this stupid school minus a couple people. Of course, at this moment, Namjoon plops himself right beside a disgusted Jimin. 
       I watch in amusement as Jimin purposely scoots away from him with intent. "Ugh, remove yourself peasant." He growls.
        I sip my alcohol masquerading as water as Namjoon frowns at him. "I was just going to see if you wanted to come over after school?" He sighs, playing with his meal. "Taehyung asked about you."
       Jimin's eyes light up. "I thought you wanted me to stay far away from your innocent baby bro?" He mocks, crossing his arms.
       I quite enjoy the drama as Namjoon takes a deep dramatic breath. "I will make a deal with you. Go on one real date with me and if you still don't like me then I will give you my permission to go after Taehyung." 
       Jimin hides a smirk. "Deal, baby. How about you take me out shopping today then we'll see from there?"
       Namjoon's eyes widen in surprise. Poor fool. I suppose he doesn't realize Jimin has a shopping addiction so bad his rich ass parents cut him off and gave him a small monthly allowance. Which is why he mooches off me most of the time.
       "Okay! Great. Pick you up outside when school ends." 
      Jimin smiles, stirring his chocolate milk. "Ooh, I smell Gucci and balenciaga in my future." He claps.
       I roll my eyes. "You're shameless." 
      "Uh, duh. I've got to get it where I can." 
      "By pimping yourself out? You know you are going to end up in his bed again. After you run his poor ass broke he will expect some form of repayment." I scoff.
       He shrugs. "Uh, worth it, bitch. After all, I don't have Taehyung's affections yet anyway. I might as well have some fun." 
      "Whatever, you slut." 
      He frowns at me. "Have you spoken to Mark or Jackson in a while? I heard they broke up." He says scandalized.
       "Ugh, Park, must we gossip? What are we—a bunch of weak minded omegas now?" I wrinkle my nose in disgust. 
        He shifts in annoyance. "Seriously, though! They're like the couple. I mean...Mark is one of the only omegas in this school besides Taehyung. Do you know how many people will be after his ass if they did break up? Crazy! Who gives up their omega?!"
       "Only insane stupid people but then again we've always questioned Jackson's sound mind, haven't we?" I sigh, hating that I've now caught myself up in the drama. 
        "Well...if Taehyung doesn't work out for me...maybe I should go for him. He used to like me before that bitch Jackson stole his ass." He huffs.
       I smile. "You know, Park, you would be much more suited as an omega. I just can't picture you taking control in any relationship no matter how hard I try." 
       He throws trash at me which I amply dodge. "Smooth." 
       "So, anyway, why have you been studying and pretending to be a model student?" His eyes widen. "Do you have a crussshhhhh? Are you trying to impress someone." He squeals like a little school girl. I grimace at his ridiculousness. I mean, how old are we?
       "I do not and it's none of your concern, honestly. Just mind your own business. Worry about how you're going to avoid Namjoon in the future after you let him take your pathetic money hungry ass again." 
       He huffs and looks back at his ass. "Please, my ass does not eat money unless it's 100s." 
       I smirk at his slip up. He seems to understand my expression and attempts to backtrack. "I mean, no! What?! Fuck, forget I said shit." 
      "Got dick on the mind, huh?" 
      "Shut up, your whore." 
      "Oh look, there's your alpha right now." I tease.
      His head snaps around only to see Namjoon watching us pitifully from across the room. Jimin scoffs, glaring at me. "You're a bitch, Jeon." 
       "The very best." My eyes fall to a particular omega trying to escape the cafeteria without notice. Smirking, I leave Jimin alone to bitch at the air and stalk after him. 
       I haven't had one minute alone with him in weeks. I need this and I know for a fucking fact he needs it, too. I also know he's almost on his heat. I could smell his scent changing slightly yesterday. Might as well remind him he has someone to help him with that. 
      It'd be cruel for me not to offer my assistance, now wouldn't? Who could treat their future husband like that? No me, certainly.