~ The Next Day ~

10:00 a.m.

Completing my daily morning routine of skin care and brushing my teeth, I secured my hair into an effortless bun and sluggishly exited out my room in my cherry-printed PJs.

But with every step I took downwards to my living room, my ears perceived the aggravating voice of that rascal conversing with my mom.

"Aw shit." I whispered under my breath, totally forgetting that Jungkook was scheduled to come over this morning.

"So tell me, how'd you and Hana meet?" my mother interrogated him, seeming to be in the kitchen guessing from the sounds of the knife repeatedly hitting the cutting board echoing throughout the house. 

"I actually met her while Hana was visiting her grandmother at my hometown. I happened to be very close with her cousin and her grandma." Jungkook told his story in a very mannerly and deferential tone. 

"Speaking of her, where is she?" he brought me up out of nowhere, making me freeze in my stance.

"That lazy girl should be waking up soon." my mother dissed me for consistently waking up so late every weekend.

Gee, thanks mom.

I took a sneak peek into my living room, spotting Jungkook standing with shadows on his pale skin from the patterns on my daisy white curtain. 

As his round eyes detected mine, he formed a line with his naturally pink lips and greeted me with a "Morning sleepy head."

Recognizing that something looked odd, I squinted with suspicion kindling within me and ambled down the rest of the stairs towards him.

Now getting an up-close view of him, I cocked my head and conjectured, "Did you... get a... haircut?"

I uplifted my hand and pinched a few strands of his strikingly brown hair with my index finger and thumb, uncertainly asking, "And... dye your hair?"

"Y-Yeah, I just thought I should fit in with the boys in the city you know." Jungkook bit his lips in bashfulness, his cheeks glowing slightly scarlet.

Okay, I'm not gonna act stupid.

There's definitely something going on here.

"Jungkook, did you do this because I told you that brown-haired men were my ideal type?" I questioned, merely for clarification.

Without hesitation, Jungkook answered, "No. Stop being so full of yourself you cocky ass."

Deeply offended, I glowered at him with clenched fists.

"I was just wondering you jerk."

~ Jungkook's POV ~

Shit.

She's onto me.

How did she know? Was I too obvious?

I mean, maybe I did this because I actually wanted to blend in with the boys in Seoul?

Ugh, who am I kidding. I hate the people here.

As much as I hate to admit it, yes, I unfortunately have a crush on Hana.

I don't know what in the world happened, but witnessing her smile yesterday triggered something that was concealed and chained inside of my padlocked heart for so long.

She managed to revive this inner spark that has been dormant for what felt like eternity.

If it meant making her happy and seeing her face light up like that one more time, I was willing to do anything.

I like Hana, and to be totally honest, I don't know what the hell to do with my stupid feelings.

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~ Hana's POV ~

Once Jungkook and I set foot in the classroom the next day, every girl—and I mean every single girl—eyed Jungkook with predator-like eyes, promptly charging at him like bloodthirsty men going to war, or even combative mothers racing to attain the last package of fresh meat on sale.

Successfully wriggling my way out of the congested crowd of girls reeking of excessive Victoria Secret perfume, I escaped back out to the hallway and decided to enter through the other door. 

"Hana!" an affectionate voice called out, and I quickly identified the owner to be none other than my best friend, Aeri. 

"You're baaaccckkkk!!" she jumped on me from the back with full force, almost making me collapse on the ground from the impact. 

"I've missed you Aeri." I chortled gleefully, setting her back down gently on the hallway floor. 

"Woah woah, what's this commotion about?" Aeri noticed the large assembly in front of our classroom. 

"My friend just transferred in today. I guess they like him already." I shrugged, not quite seeing what all those girls saw in Jungkook. 

"Girls, girls, girls, get back to your seats!" our teacher, Mr. Park, emerged out of nowhere and shouted emphatically, magically making all the students to scatter back to their designated desks. 

"Alright, as you all seem to be aware already, we have a new student. Please introduce yourself." he stated as he calmly advanced to his own desk in front of the chalkboard, gesturing Jungkook to come up. 

Timidly obeying the teacher, Jungkook took a step to the front, faced his classmates, and began.

"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you guys." 

As soon as he sealed his lips together, the eager and impatient hands of his fans rose up and he was soon bombarded by a barrage of questions.

"Where did you come from?" 

"How old are you?" 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" 

"Ladies! Just a heads ups, but guys don't like obnoxious girls." Mr. Park warned, miraculously making them shut their blabbering mouths. 

"Well Jungkook, sorry to inform you but you'll be getting your very first assignment today." he notified Jungkook, who was currently returning to an open seat he found at the back of the class. 

"You all have a book report due for me next week." Mr. Park declared, instigating a wave of boisterous groans and complaints from the students. 

"I don't want to hear it. I will be assigning each of you a different book to read, and I expect a ten page novel analysis on it to be turned in to me next week Friday. Understand?" he specified, sounding more like a tyrannical dictator than a teacher. 

After receiving a muffled "yes" here and there, Mr. Park carried on to his new lecture for the day.