𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ⊶ 𝕍𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

⊶ 𝟏𝟒 ⊷

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Jungkook was under the impression that the third desk on the left side of the classroom attracted more attention than a concert of the greatest pop stars in this universe. The eyes of all of the students, and even the teacher himself, were focused on one spot and this spot only. JK caught himself looking in that direction as well, but unlike the others, he had no problem with looking away. One simple glance was enough; he didn't need to double-check.

Because how long can you stare at Taehyung sitting over a textbook? How long for God's sake?

It wasn't an extraordinary view for Jungkook but apparently, it was for the others. Since the boy was known not only as a walking perfection but also as a perfect student, seeing him in detention could have been quite surprising for many, even for the teacher. No wonder they all kept eyeing the boy. They were probably wondering what on Earth had happened for Taehyung to get the infamous yellow note.

The only one who seemed to be uninterested in this weird staring contest was Taehyung himself. He sat comfortably on his chair, rested his elbow on the desktop with his hand steadily supporting his head, and in such a position he flipped through the pages of his textbook. When he wasn't taking notes in the notebook, he played with the pencil, tossing it between his fingers or biting the tip. His left hand however did not move from the boy's temple, firmly anchoring his fingers between the curly black strands. And it went on like that for over half an hour. Taehyung never looked up. Not even once.

JK had already experienced detention; at one point in his life, he was even a regular there. Yet he still didn't quite know what should he do to make the time pass faster. He tried napping, then he started to mindlessly scraw something on a piece of paper to later finish by idly staring at the landscape just outside the window. Or more at the students who already finished their classes and were peacefully going home.

All of this just to not think about the basketball training that was just about to begin. The first training he was supposed to attend and the very same one he would probably sit through in this shithole.

Jungkook needed basketball. He hoped it would calm him down as it always did. It was his escape from raging thoughts, problems, weariness of the past days, from everything. JK could clear his mind, forget about the world and focus solely on basketball. It was his remedy, his best friend, his biggest treasure. Something he very much needed today.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find comfort in his beloved sport. All because of this damn Taehyung.

The very same Taehyung who looked so unbothered, so indifferent, as if nothing wrong has ever happened in his life. As if his thoughts were perfectly sorted, just as notes in his notebook. How was he so calm was still a mystery for Jungkook. And even though he kind of admired Taehyung for being so composed, he also hated him for taking it so easily. Because Jungkook couldn't keep a hold of himself at all.