"Nayeon, we've literally got thirty seconds before class starts."

You continue to nag your best friend just like you have been for the past five minutes, counting down the minutes till your first class of the day. But she barely pays attention while writing in her notebook, resting against the wall just outside the History classroom. Eyebrows deeply knotted together, lips pursed attentively and pen working speedily in her hand, she tries her best to copy down your homework into her notebook as fast as she can.

"Just three more answers.", she says, hurriedly trying to write down all of your hard work.

At this point, you're not even surprised and you shouldn't be complaining either. You always let her copy all of your History homework and she always let you copy her Math homework. It's just how it is. In order to survive in high school, you gotta work as a team.

Glancing at your watch and around the halls anxiously, you know the teacher can show up at any second and catch both of you. Neither of you is actually the smartest when it comes to getting away with things.

But as your head turns in constant worry, your eyes land on a passing student. One that everyone knows is too beautiful to just be a high school student.

Jungkook walks at a leisurely pace, one hand clutching the one strap of his backup on his shoulder. Black must be a favourite colour of his because his entire body is drowned in it. He looks more comfortable in his clothes today with a classy oversized black sweatshirt, baggy black trousers and black boots. His silver earrings and hoops still dangle from his ears, glinting against the sunlight along with his sparkling eyes.

Eyes that you hadn't realised had been looking at you the whole time you were empty-headedly drooling over his appearance.

"Hey, Y/N.", he says casually as he passes you, flashing a sweet smile that steals every ounce of your oxygen.

"H-h-hey, Kookie.", you immediately stop yourself, questioning why on earth you just called him a snack. Well, he is a snack to be hones-

"Kookie?", he repeats, turning around to face you as he walks backwards. He looks at the ground momentarily then back at you, smiling wider as his bunny teeth beam. "I like that. Sounds cute."

You're cute.

Out of words, you smile back at him until he walks into the History class and your smile drops. He's in one of your classes?

"Yo, Y/N. Y/N."

Head spinning around, your attention is pulled back to Nayeon. "Huh?"

"What does that word say?", she points to a word amidst your messy handwriting.

"Uh...," Squinting your eyes, you tell her and she scribbles it down, handing your homework back.

Except she doesn't let go and you stare at her, muddled. "Kookie?", she says, raising an eyebrow that judges you ferociously, "Really?"

Cheeks blushing a delicate tint of red, you reply, "Oh shut up, he liked it."

She only laughs at you, taking your hand in hers and dragging you happily into the classroom. The teacher follows in quickly after, giving you both a stern look as he's well aware of both your reputations. The loud chatter quietens at the entrance of the teacher, people returning to seats and tucking away phones. While Nayeon goes to her usual seat, you go to yours. Only to find someone else sitting in it.

Jungkook sits with his head hung, his curly locks curtaining his face while his hand holds a pen that he uses to busily sketch away. Not knowing what to say, you look at Nayeon and she only shrugs with a smile.

"Go on.", she mouths, resting her head in her hand as she waits.

Licking your lips, you speak, "Hey, you're kinda in my seat."

He looks up through his eyelashes, looking enchantingly doe-eyed as his appearance reflects innocence. You start to question how on earth can you tell this man what to do. Flicking his hair out of his eyes, he smiles, "Y/N."

"Jungkook.", you reply blatantly, inwardly holding your breath, "That's my seat. Move."

He may think you're acting rude but everyone knows to not sit in your seat. They all knew that if they ever sat in your seat then they would have to deal with a more aggressive you and nobody wants that. It's your seat. It's that simple. Nobody sits in your seat. Yet this boy is sitting in your seat, looking relaxed as ever while smiling at you blamelessly.

"Oh? Well, why don't you sit in front of me? That seat is free.", he suggests serenely with his hand.

There's something so condescending about his suggestion. He knows what he's saying because that way he can have his eyes on you throughout the class. But you don't want that. Simply because you don't think you'd be able to breathe throughout the class with the weight of his dark eyes upon you.

"Ms Y/N?", the teacher calls from behind while you and Jungkook continue to stare each other down, "Is there a problem?"

Lucas sniggers from the back of the classroom. He knew this time would come at some point. Jungkook appeared to be too fooled about Y/N. Maybe it had annoyed him a bit that Jungkook thinks he has a chance with you. But he knows that you don't show your patience with anyone that messes with you.

Leaning into Kyungsoo, he says lowly, "Watch the newbie get his ass kicked by both Y/N and the teacher."

Kyungsoo doesn't reply. Merely placing two fingers on Lucas's forehead, he pushes his face away from his. Lucas grimaces at him, "Wha-"

"Personal space.", Kyungsoo deadpans without looking at him, "Don't breathe on me."

Feeling the teacher's stare and everybody else's, you let out a breath. Easily, you can just tell on Jungkook to the teacher but something about his eyes bury you under his spell, tug you beneath his lies that he's guiltless tells you to let it go.

Letting your bag fall off your shoulder and hit the floor, you slump into the seat in front of him. "It's all good, sir."

Every one glances between you and Jungkook, whispering amongst themselves. Including Lucas, who's eyes widen abnormally and he looks around to see if anyone else witnessed what just happened.

"Johncook? Really?", he mutters under his breath. What's so special about him?

Trying to focus your attention, you feel someone enclosing on you. His hot breath hits your neck from behind and you press your lips together, stunned by his closeness.

"Thank you," his voice is hushed and deep, "Now you're where I want you."

•

There was a pretty evident reason why you hated the majority of your school days. In every class, you feel completely useless, you feel like the class is completely useless and you hate how much of your time it wastes. Every class but dance class.

That's the class where you really feel alive, like every second of sweat and hard work is worth it. Every pound of your heart is calling to connect with every note of the music. Dance is your life. It's everything you want to do for the rest of your days, for the rest of your life.

It just so happens that dance class only took up one hour at the end of your school day. To get to dance class, you had to get through all the other useless classes first.

Walking into the art class alone, your eyes travel up the walls and admire the new paintings. If only I could draw like that, you think to yourself. Art isn't useless. You're just useless at it. It's always beautiful until the pencil or paintbrush is in your hand and you're ruining the beautiful canvas in front of you.

Propping yourself onto a stool, you look down menacingly at the compass in front of you. Ah yes, still life drawing. The worst. Gripping the pencil in your hand, you press the tip into the blank piece of paper.

"You're holding the pencil wrong."

Your head pops up, spinning to the side of you as you find Jungkook staring down at you. With those same damn eyes.

"Hm?" is all you can manage, staring at him obliviously.

His eyes shift to your hands, examining the paper, the compass and your grip. He's not smiling, features contracted in close concentration. "It's better if you hold it like this," Without warning, he lowers himself, placing his hands over yours.

With his head so close to yours, you freeze and let his fingers control yours, his hands guiding you as he draws. You know you should be paying attention to what he's doing but your eyes seem to be made for looking at him only. His precious features are inches away from yours and you don't hesitate to take the chance to truly admire his perfections.

"See this way, you can also sketch out the shade that the shadow makes.", his voice is quiet, soft like silk. Lips form a small pout as he talks due to his heavy focus and a small furrow deepens between his eyebrows.

In the midst of your dazed self, his hands stop guiding yours and his face turns towards you. Now his breathtaking self is closer than before.

If someone could take a photo of the two of you right now, it'd be almost like apart from a movie. A scene plucked from a treasured romance novel. A painting where colours have been splashed, delicately ushered across a blank canvas to create the wondrous moment of him and you.

Jungkook watches your glistening eyes, amazed at how close your alluring self is to him too. He wonders how he hadn't noticed it before, just how beautiful you are. All the thoughts that would come to his head when looking at you were how admiringly cute you were. But now this near to you, he feels his head go fuzzy and his heart flutter.

"Y/N,", the teacher calls from across the room.

Your body jolts in your seat, spinning your head while slightly disoriented. "Uh?"

Jungkook distances himself, straightening his body as he comes back down from the clouds you flew him up to. The art teacher wears an inspecting look on her face, nothing new compared to how other teachers look at you.

"Are you asking other students to do your work for you again?"

"No.", you say rather defensively.

The teacher raises an eyebrow, not believing you as she glances at Jungkook.

Looking down at your work, both of you realize his hands are still covering yours. His eyes widen a little, drawing back his hands as fast as he can. He turns away, grabbing a paintbrush to busy himself with something else before he gets told off.

The teacher shakes her head, "Last warning, Y/N." Returning to help another student, she finally leaves you alone, taking her scolding attention someplace else.

You look at Jungkook, pencil frozen between your fingers. He's quick to feel your stare and looks back. This makes you immediately look away again pathetically and suddenly you're messily sketching on your paper, not even caring how you're ruining the drawing.

All he can do is smile at you, wondering how Lucas's words could possibly be true. He could never see you getting mad at anyone, finding everything about your presence gracing him at peace while he sunbathes in all the fluttering butterflies you set free within him.

Deciding to get to work, he rolls up his sleeves. Unlike you, art is actually the one class he looks forward to during school days. It relieves him, making all his heavy thoughts he carries throughout the day vanish into thin air.

Hearing all the rattle the boy creates next to you, you cautiously glance his way, taking a glimpse at his work. His hands work surprisingly fast with the brush, grazing the pain across the canvas in close detail. What captures your attention more are his hands, near and beneath his silver rings lay paintings already finished.

Jungkook isn't a blank canvas, his golden skin is painted with deep black tattoos starting all the way from his fingertips and climbing up his arm. Your eyes can't help but travel all over, quite amused that someone so young already has so many tattoos.

In awe, your empty hand mindlessly wanders over to his arm and you brush your fingertips over the creative black markings upon his skin. He stops moving altogether at your touch, looking at you instantly as he watches you softly caress his tattoos in a daydream.

Jungkook studies your curious eyes and can't seem to imagine what you're thinking as you look at them. No matter who saw his tattoos would always look down on them, a few of his friends would think they're cool but never understood the artful truth behind them. But with you looking at them so carefully with a shimmer in your eyes, he feels like you can understand everything as if you've learned each meaning from a textbook.

"What are you thinking?", he asks softly, curiosity rolling off his tongue.

Your honey eyes flicker to his, the same adoration in your eyes. "How beautiful everything is about you."

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Your girl is re-watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo for the 3rd time so I was inspired to write sum cute shit.

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