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To no one’s surprise but God’s everyone comes back to greet the new school year looking like the dead. For Jungkook it’s his freshman year, he likes to think he’s not as zombie looking as everyone else though as he drags himself though the already dirty hallways.
“Jungkook w-why do you look like a hobo?” Hyeon asks as soon as he sees Jungkook trying to find all his classes.
Ok so maybe he does look terrible Jungkook thinks as he pouts, it’s just that he overslept so he didn’t have enough time to fix his bed hair or put on his new clean clothes. He has hoped the black hoodie he put on would hide that fact but obviously that didn’t work. Maybe it’s because of the huge ketchup stain on the pocket, but whose to say?
“Fashion.” Jungkook bluntly says in his most prissy voice, he even does a finger snap for extra flare.
Hyeon just rolls his eyes and drags Jungkook to their first period class which Jungkook does not sleep in, he just closed his eyes for a second and suddenly it was second period and Hyeon’s giggles were flittering through Jungkook’s head. Jungkook would like to describe the rest of his classes but they all fade to incomprehensible mush the second he sits at the lunch table allllllll the way in the corner shrouded in darkness and invisibility. After a few minutes other students stroll in, people Jungkook would probably call his friends if they didn’t try to embarrass him so often.
“I don’t wanna be here.” Jess says as she sits next to Jungkook and slams her head on the table, her shoulder length hair splaying across the table. She’s a hobo too with her faded green T-shirt on backwards. She pushes her lunch tray filled with stuff that’s suppose to resemble chicken nuggets. “Gift.”
“I shall treasure it forever.” Jungkook says as he pours the entire tray in the garbage.
He sees Hyeon and Myles stroll in, mostly hears them because Myles gasp is loud enough to echo in the lunchroom. He sees him inhale and adjust his purple backpack, and then he sees Hyeons look of sympathy.
“You’re wasting food!” He says sprinting to the table to try and tackle Jungkook.
“I’m saving a life.” Jungkook says as he dodges, watching as Myles runs to the ever growing lunch line.
Out of nowhere a hand with freakishly long fingernails slams down on the table, causing Jungkook to almost drop his phone. A bear cased phone is shoved into Jess’s direction from across the table.
“Bitch look at this. This man will have my babies.” She says in the most deadpan voice Jungkook’s heard since he last went to Hyeons and met his grandpa. He instantly recognizes it as Emma.
“Oh man another one.” Jungkook says as he pictures the guy that he will hear about for a week before never hearing about him again.
“Look at him! Look at him!” She says as she shoves the phone in Jungkook’s face, Jess goes back to taking a nap and Hyeon tries to stop Myles from flirting with the lunch lady.
Briefly he scrolls through the instagram account noticing an obscene amount of selfies, must be an insta model. He isn’t bad looking, but unfortunately he doesn’t have cat eyes, a mouth that curls up at the end, or a button nose, so Jungkook doesn’t really care.
“I don’t know who this Chinese guy is—”
“Korean.” Jungkook interrupts as he clicks on a random post with ten pictures to slide through.
“Korean guy is but he is too hot for this world.” Emma says sighing as she tries to finish her summer math homework she didn’t do until third period. “If he knows math he’ll be a God.”
Jungkook hums in agreement until he chokes on air, he quickly tries to compose himself but then he scrolls through another post and finds him again. Yoonie. His cute Yoonie wrapped up in this ugly Satan looking person’s arm, he looks so tiny that Jungkook wants to scream. When Hyeon and Myles come back they ask what’s going on and Jungkook squeaks a high pitched nothing! Before screenshooting the post and texting it to himself.
Is this a terrible and unhealthy idea? Yes. Would it be better to try to live life and move on? Probably. Is that what’s going to happen? Absolutely not. Because the second Jungkook gets home he finds Yoongi’s account and his finger is already clicking the follow button. Briefly he wonders if Yoongi would know it’s him, somehow connect the dots that generic_teenager is Jungkook, but he doesn’t post anything on it yet, just lurks and comments on Emmas funny rants so that shouldn’t be an issue. It doesn’t stop his stomach from lurching when he hits notification for Yoongi or should he say I_can_rap_occasionally.
From then on its a nonstop stream of trying to memorize and analyze every post Yoongi has every made, it helps that Yoongi doesn’t have a lot. Just some photography stuff and even clips of his music, it’s so satisfying that he can feel electricity flowing from the back of his head to his spine. He can revel in the familiar tingly feeling as his body slumps in relaxation. It’s a soft hesitant piano piece, it’s nothing special, except for the fact that it makes Jungkook think his body raised its temperature by 57 degrees Fahrenheit or Celsius he doesn’t really know. He reads the description, “Someone asked me to teach them how to play XD I’ve taught one person and I’m pretty sure he hated it :’)))”
His heart decide to run a marathon as soon as he read that, he still thinks about him. Also he didn't hate it he was fucking nine and had other priorities, like hugging Yoongi so he wouldn’t disappear. He should’ve hugged him tighter. He wonders how Yoongi feels about it, did he reject being a tutor? Although Jungkook doesn’t want anyone to spend time with Yoongi that isn’t him, this all feels wrong. He doesn’t want people to spend time with him, but at the same time he wants everyone to know how amazing is, how ethereal he can be. He wants everyone to love Yoongi until he turns shy and mushy, but he also wants everyone to back off and never hold Yoongi in their arms like that Satan.
He can’t help but re-reading it, the post, it was probably written in a joking tone, but the more he reads it the less joking it becomes. He’s probably overthinking this, but what if he's not? Jungkook types up a comment, re-writing and re-writing until he writes something that wouldn’t give him away.
“I think u shd tutor ur stuff sounds beautiful”
There.
The perfect comment.
To a beautiful post.
That was posted 3 months ago.
Fuck.
FuCKity FUcK fucK.
When Jungkook gets a notification that I_can_rap_occasionally responded with a “thank you that’s so sweet :)” at 2:17 AM Jungkook does not scream into his pillow for an hour, he screams in it for two.