Love Is Not Over || JEON JUNGKOOK ff

1: The Nerd with Glasses

[Y/N'S POV]

The old slippery backpack weighs me on one shoulder as I step down the hall. The sounds of lockers opening and closing, Fred flirting with a new girl in one corner, and an annoying couple in a heated argument. It was the everyday story at our school. Nothing seemed amusing anymore. Sighing, I kick the door open that read 'class-B1'. Without raising my head, my muscle memory takes me to the seat by the window. That seat was the best corner to zone out if the class felt boring. Resting my head on my chin as I gazed at players warming up on the basketball court outside, suddenly,  a familiar voice caught my attention.

"A transfer student? Mid-term? Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me."

[END OF POV]

You look at them with a slight change of expression.

"Shut it, Drake. It's bullshit", says Emily while chewing gum, the girl who preferred to hang out with boys.

"You don't trust me, eh? I bet you my notes. What's your move?" says Drake with a smirk.

"Huh...? Um... a soda is gonna be enough, right?" Emily struggles to speak.

"I just saw him in the school corridor! Damn those nerdy glasses", a voice interrupts from afar.

Drake scoffs and turns his eyes to her. They continue arguing from a distance as y/n's eyebrows furrow up. Curious to know this 'nerd-with-glasses'.

As the group was still creating chaos, the door creaked and everyone turned their heads to see. Everyone turns silent.

A gasp escapes the mouth of one of the prettiest girls in the room. Her pigtails and bangs, pink colored outfit and a light blush on cheeks. Emily turned to look at the girl, who also happened to be Emily's crush. Rolling her eyes, she takes out another gum which she often uses as a 'coping mechanism' when she is frustrated.

Gossiping starts, everyone's eyes lingering on him. Closing the door, he turned to look at you.

Your shoulders raise and your lips widen apart. Quickly, you turn away your gaze.

In that split second, you managed to take some mental notes about his appearance. His little bangs tickled down his forehead, a full-sleeve sweater with the most 'Pinterest' vibes ever, and dark eyes with the most warmth ever. He looked like a fairy, gentle and fragile as ever.

The teacher follows him inside. Half the girls were staring with their mouths open, twirling strands of their hair.

With a smile, the teacher speaks,

Teacher: Good morning, everyone. We have a new student in our class. His name is Jeon Jungkook. Please make him feel welcome and assist him with notes and study material.

Just as the professor was talking, you looked at him again, only to find him already staring at you. Nervous, you look away, scratching your neck, and amuse yourself by fidgeting until he finally turns his gaze away.

Moments into the class, the teacher starts teaching his chapter. Throughout the entire class, you kept your eyes stuck on the board or the window. You never liked the idea of relationships or boys ever since your ex dumped you.

After the end of the class, you get up and start walking towards the door and out of the room. Trying your hardest to erase his image from your head, your steps slow down when you hear another pair footsteps from behind. A subconscious smile forms on your face.

"Maybe he looked at me because he wanted to say something?" your internal monologue starts. You turn around expecting the sweater boy, only to be disappointed by the figure of your ex.