Truth untold (Jikook/kookmin)

Chapter 1.

His eyes swayed slowly as he followed his every move. His arms some what long and strong swiftly floating around as he took each step, his hair slightly moving with him, chains clicking together, the keychains on his bag colliding like puzzle pieces. His lips moving to the sound of his melody. He was... a dream. A doll come to life, perfect would be an understatement. Or so Jimin thought, he always admired Jungkooks looks, he could understand the praise the boy got, I mean come on he deserved it. Although Jimin never thought much of himself, his hair yes may be light and fluffy but it didn't sway like his, his body was so petite and fragile he was almost as light as a feather. And his style never ceased to fail him, he had always shopped alone which let me tell you is NOT a good thing. His shoes never fit and his clothes always so oversized and messy. He knew he could never be like Jungkook but he was fine with living in the shadows. No one ever bothered him, he could do whatever he wanted and no one would look his way it was like he was invisible and he honestly did not mind that, he found it quite comforting especially since this way he could admire the perfect boy from afar with no having to be cautious and careful. He took this for granted however and didn't know how quick things would change.

Just as Jimin was about to close his locker and head to his next class, he started hearing the familiar clicking and unforgettable chants, he turned just in time to catch a glimpse of his favourite sight. There we was Jungkook Jeon. As perfect as always it was 12:16 so Jungkook would have now been heading to his band practice. Jimin had carefully taken notes of Jungkook's times and whereabouts and memorised them. He knew every class Jungkook was taking, some may call him a stalker but Jimin never saw it like that he took it as admiration. Like he could somehow, someday inspire him.