jjk.
The third floor corridor of the Humanities department looked no less than the New York metro station. Students were everywhere- leaning against the lockers, arguing over petty issues, gossiping about who hooked up with whom, yelling across the hall, sprawled on the sofas half-asleep, someone playing tiktoks on a literal speaker,someone spilling water all over the floor.
In the middle of all this, stood him. One and only THE Jeon Jungkook.
A walking God.
People just didn't notice him but they in fact anticipated his presence. To be blessed by it.
"Dude you fan club is lowkey annoying," Taehyung muttered, eyeing towards a group of girls, giggling and whispering, as they tried to casually take his pictures.
He smirked, pushing his hands into his pockets," I don't mind."
"Wow," Yoongi spoke, "I don't know exactly what to say here, but you're stupid as fuck. I mean what if they were gooning to those pictures ?"
He just let out a giggle, "I don't even mind that."
He was tall, well built, and effortlessly handsome, hair pushed back so that just enough strands fell across his forehead whenever he laughed. He knew he was hot. He knew he turned heads whenever he walked. He was used to everything.
But today? Today he was also late- something is used to as well.
"Bro, move your legs faster," Taehyung groaned.
"Relax, I'll charm Mrs Jiwon into giving us that attendance," he replied, waving him off.
Someone behind him called out, "JUNGKOOK??!!"
He turned and saw a first year waving excitedly towards him.
"Good luck for your match this friday!!"
"Thanks!" He said and winked at her.
The girl blushed so hard, she nearly walked into a pillar.
Yoongi groaned, "Unfair. Absolutely unfair."
He grinned wider. Life was at maximum perfection.
Until he turned a corner.
Too fast.
Way too fast.
And collided with someone coming out of a classroom so hard that the impact of it echoed.
THUD
Her books and pages went flying,scattering across the floor in an academic explosion.
He stumbled back.
His friends froze.
Half of the hallway gasped.
He instinctively shot out a hand, catching her wrist before she could hit the ground. His grip tightened around his wrist in response, steadying herself with a strength that startled him.
Her head snapped up.
Not in a 'thank you so much otherwise i wouldn't have been able to sit properly for at least a week'.
She looked angry and pissed off as if he had punched her in the face.
She was sharp.
Not cute or soft or bubbly.
Literally sharp- like a blade.
Grey dark eyes, framed by straight black hair pulled into a loose tie that still somehow looked intentional. Her lips were pressed together in a line suggesting the universe was on a thin ice.
