"what the hell-- are you crazy, jeon jungkook?
"i would be lying, if i told you that i am not. but believe me when i say, kim taehyung. i'm obsessed with you in every way possible
that
i'm ready to be called crazy for you."
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this chapter is a flashback in jungkook's P.O.V.
four years ago.
sweat formed behind my nape, i tried making words in my mind frantically, but each breath that escaped my mouth made me gulp every phrase that i came up with, pushing it down past my lungs. i looked around, the students were cracking jokes on me as a dip of fresh mayo fell down on my face from the head which was forcibly poured on me by one of the bastards who claimed himself as the class captain.
a spoiled fucker would suit him better.
i found myself on the ground with nothing to embrace but the embarrassing moment. i instinctively brought myself on my feet, jerking away the sticky mayo from my face and finally speaking this time."fuck you all!"
a few students laughed more on my poor and last despair and i started walking away from there, away from this situation. this isn't the first time i have done this, the only way to escape this dread feeling that those motherfuckers made me feel is by simply walking away, better if run.
i shrieked as my steps stopped moving and my hand was grabbed by someone from behind. My mind got dazed and my throat dried up, I sneered and finally looked back only to meet with soft brown eyes that indicated innocence shot into mine like a dagger. It was a girl, shorter than me. She had these rosy cheeks and a lip piercing which didn't suit her small face. She gushed a smile that made my eyes fogged- with a good feeling, she bores no danger."My name is Luna." She squeezed my hands after introducing herself. I backed away from her, gently taking my hands off and rubbing it under my dirty shirt.
Yes, I can't trust anyone, especially someone who stops my feet and introduces themselves like we're some sort of buddies.
"What do you want?"I narrowed my eyes at her, Silently taking my steps back.
She didn't say anything and pondered for a moment. Why's she being weird, why is she standing like a statue, After leaving my hands, she frantically gave me her handkerchief and ran away.
I looked down at the handkerchief, my fingers itching to throw it away, to rid myself of the weird sensation her touch had left behind. But something about it...made me feel at ease. The burning sensations before had been stopped now and I found myself tugging that handkerchief tight to my chest.
"She's gone," I muttered to myself, though the knot in my stomach wouldn't loosen. I turned on my shoes and walked away, but her brown eyes-those innocent, piercing brown eyes-still had been gushed inside my mind.
