The bell rang too loudly for a Monday morning.
You groaned, resting your forehead against your desk as the classroom slowly filled with noise—chairs scraping, laughter echoing, footsteps rushing in at the last second. You were halfway asleep when someone slid into the seat beside you.
“Morning,” a familiar voice said.
You looked up—and there he was. Jeon Jungkook. School hoodie slightly oversized, backpack hanging off one shoulder, hair still messy like he’d run his fingers through it too many times.
“Morning,” you replied, pretending your heart didn’t just skip.
Jungkook was… complicated.
Star athlete. Quiet genius. Everyone knew his name, yet somehow he felt unreachable—except to you.
“Did you do the history homework?” he whispered, leaning closer.
You rolled your eyes. “You mean the three-page essay you said you definitely finished?”
He grinned sheepishly. “So… you didn’t?”
You laughed quietly, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the class disappeared.
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After school, the library was almost empty. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, dust floating lazily in the air. You sat across from Jungkook, textbooks open but unread.
He was staring at you.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, cheeks pink. “You just… look different when you’re not tired.”
Your face heated up. “That’s the nicest insult I’ve ever received.”
He laughed—soft, genuine—and then fell quiet again.
Minutes passed. Then—
“Y/N,” he said suddenly, voice low. “Can I ask you something?”
You nodded.
“Do you… wanna go to the school festival with me? Like—not as friends.”
Your breath caught.
You’d imagined this moment a hundred times. The way his eyes wouldn’t meet yours. The way his hands fidgeted. The way your heart felt like it might burst.
You smiled.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Jungkook’s eyes lit up, brighter than the afternoon sun outside.
“Really?”
“Really.”
And for the first time, school didn’t feel like a place you were stuck in.
It felt like the beginning of something.
