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The loud roar of a bike echoed through the morning streets.

Jeon Jungkook sped through the nearly empty road with a grin stretched across his face

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Jeon Jungkook sped through the nearly empty road with a grin stretched across his face. Cool wind rushed against his skin while the early sunlight reflected on the black helmet hanging loosely from his arm instead of being worn properly.

As usual.

His phone buzzed inside his jacket pocket for the fifth time in the last three minutes.

Jungkook already knew who it was.

"Yah, calm down," he muttered with a laugh before finally stopping at a signal and answering through his earbuds. "What now?"

"You're late."

The annoyed voice came immediately.

Jungkook smirked. "I'm literally two minutes away."

"You said that ten minutes ago."

"Because traffic exists?"

"There's barely any traffic this early."

Jungkook laughed loudly. "Why are you angry from morning itself?"

"Because you're irritating."

"And you love me anyway."

"Don't test my patience before class starts."

The call ended abruptly.

Jungkook burst into laughter.

"That short-tempered idiot..."

A few minutes later, his bike entered the university parking area. Students instantly turned their heads toward him. Some whispered among themselves while others openly stared.

Not surprising.

Jungkook had always been the center of attention without even trying.

Black hoodie, Jacket, messy hair, sharp jawline, tattoos peeking from under his sleeves, and that effortless confidence that made people lose their minds.

He parked beside a familiar bike.

He parked beside a familiar bike

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