taehyung's pov
the second time jungkook asked me for anything was in 3rd grade. we all had class together, jimin, jungkook and i. i felt bad for him because he didn't have any friends at school.
not because he was weird or shy, but because he refused to speak to anyone and walked around with a frown on his beautiful face.
i'd known him since that fateful day at daycare but we had never spoken a word to each other. i'd always taken the time out of my day to admire his beauty from afar. jimin always teased me for having heart eyes when i looked at jungkook.
it was when we were about to take a math test that jungkook suddenly turned around in his chair and spoke to me for the second time in his life.
"i need a pencil."
and i rushed to unzip my backpack.