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Jungkook sprinted across the lawn, clutching his camera in his hand, terrified of harming it. He could have left it in his dorm where it would be safe, but he’d grown accustomed to carrying it with him wherever he went.
Shit, he thought, I’m gonna be late.
It was a little past 8 pm, he’d been taking a nap and slept through his alarm. He was supposed to meet his childhood friend Jin at the coffee shop across campus by quarter after, and Jin hated when he was late.
If I cut through the dance building I should make it, it will be empty right now, he thought, cutting to the left and bursting through the dance building doors. Just as he suspected, the halls were empty. There were a few lights shining through the windows of practice rooms, but other than that it was quiet. He kept his pace through the hall, until something caught his eye.
Halting abruptly, his shoes skidding a bit with a horrifying screech on the linoleum floors, Jungkook backtracked to one of the practice rooms. There, just on the other side of the window, was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. The boy was not too tall, but lean and muscular. He was wearing tight black dance pants and a loose fitting white t-shirt that exposed his collarbones. On top of his head was silky hair of medium length in a creamy orange color.
But the most beautiful part was the way the boy moved. Jungkook had never seen anything so graceful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, and before he knew it his camera was in front of his face and he was snapping pictures.
The boy was lost in his dance, and Jungkook was so entranced he felt as though he was in another world with the boy. Every elegant move pulled Jungkook deeper. Although he couldn’t hear the music he could feel it. Jungkook felt at peace, though slightly melancholy, as if longing for something.
His trance was broken by the loud ringing of his cell phone. Jungkook fumbled in his pockets, noticing the boy stopping his practice out of the corner of his eye.
Shit, he thought. And then he was running again, pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer the call he knew had to be from Jin.
“Where the hell are you?” came an angry voice from the other end of the telephone.
“Sorry hyung, I’m almost there!” Jungkook said through panting breaths as he sprinted across campus.
“You better be, if you’re not here in 5 minutes you’re paying for our drinks,” said Jin, hanging up the phone.
Jungkook sighed and laughed a little, sliding his phone back in his pocket. Then he picked up the pace, knowing Jin was serious about making him pay.
***
“So what’s your excuse?” asked Jin, settling into the chair across from Jungkook. Jungkook set down his coffee gently, fidgeting in his chair.
“Hyung,” he began. Then he paused, unsure of how to continue. Jin just waited, crossing his arms and staring straight at the younger. “Hyung, have you ever seen something so beautiful you feel like your whole world has changed?”
Jin didn’t answer, pondering over the question but at a loss for words.
“I.... I think I’ve found my muse,” continued Jungkook. Jin burst into laughter. “Hyung, don’t laugh I’m serious!” The older forced himself to stop, pushing out an apology through short giggles. “I’m serious,” mumbled Jungkook again, waiting for Jin to calm down.
“Okay, okay,” said Jin, fighting off his laughter. “So who is this muse, is she cute?”
“Well,” began Jungkook. “rather than cute, I would say beautiful. Breathtaking even. And... um... not she. He.” By the end the younger’s words were barely a whisper and he shyly averted his eyes away from his hyung, fiddling with his coffee cup. He knew he shouldn’t be embarrassed, as the older was gay himself, going strong with his boyfriend of 3 years.
“I see,” was all Jin replied. “So what’s his name?”
“I don’t know,” replied Jungkook. “I didn’t actually talk to him, I kind of ran away before he could see me.”
“Ah, so you’re his stalker then.”
“Hyung!” shouted Jungkook, blood rushing to his face as the older laughed.
***
Jungkook attended his classes the next day in a daze, unable to take his mind off of the beautiful dancing boy.
“Jungkook. Jungkookie. Hey, are you listening?” Jungkook was startled out of his daydream to find himself in his English 101 class, his friend Kim Taehyung looking at him with concern.
“Sorry, what did you say?” replied Jungkook. Taehyung launched back into his story, unfazed by Jungkook’s obvious wandering mind. Jungkook had met Taehyung in this class a few months ago at the beginning of the year. Jungkook was generally a shy kid, but Taehyung was persistent and friendly and eventually they became friends without Jungkook realizing it. Taehyung was an elementary education major, a freshman like himself but a bit older. He explained that he and his best friend Jimin had both waited a year to go to college to save up money to go to the university they really wanted. Jungkook didn’t see anything wrong with that, he kind of admired their work ethic.
“And then Jiminnie said - Hey! Jungkook you’re not listening again!” said Taehyung loudly.
“Sorry, I’m just a bit distracted,” replied Jungkook.
“What’s wrong Jungkookie, did you fall in love?” Taehyung jokingly asked, throwing an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and ruffling his hair.
“Maybe,” replied Jungkook softly, thinking hard. That was enough for even Taehyung to be quiet.
Is that what this is? he pondered. Love at first sight?