Jungkook Oneshots

Innocently Yours

 "𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘸—𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳." 

The final bell rang, signaling the end of class. As students turned to their friends, chatting and laughing, the once-serious atmosphere melted into a familiar buzz of energy. Mr. Min, their strict yet approachable math teacher, began gathering his books to leave.

Before stepping out, his voice carried over the chatter. "Y/N, could you help me carry these notebooks?"

Y/N, the quiet girl seated near the window, looked up from her sketchbook. She had been doodling absentmindedly, as she often did when her thoughts wandered. Nodding politely, she stood, pushing her chair back with a faint scrape against the floor.

"Follow me," Mr. Min instructed as she gathered the pile of notebooks in her arms. Together, they exited the classroom, leaving behind the hum of conversations and footsteps.

In the quieter hallway, Mr. Min glanced at her. "I need a favor, Y/N," he began.

"Sure, sir. Anything," she replied softly, her hands steady despite the weight of the notebooks.

As they reached the staff room, she helped him place the stack neatly on his desk. Mr. Min adjusted his glasses and continued, "I need you to collect the names of senior students interested in basketball for the inter-house tournament happening after next week."

"Only seniors, sir?" Y/N asked, her voice gentle but curious.

"Yes, only boys under 18 can join. Just ensure no one below 16 is listed," he clarified.

"Understood, sir," she said with a polite nod, her respect evident in her tone.

Mr. Min gave her a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Y/N. I know I can count on you."

With that, Y/N stepped out, heading back to her classroom to grab her notebook and pen. She wanted to finish the task before the recess bell rang, knowing it would be chaotic once the seniors flooded the hallways. The sooner she got the names, the easier her job would be.

Staring at the classroom door marked XII B, you couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over you. This was Jungkook Jeon's class—your senior, the one you'd quietly admired from afar for what felt like forever. He was the epitome of cool: effortlessly charming, talented, and always respectful. And now, you were here, knowing he'd likely talk to you since basketball was one of his passions.

Taking a deep breath, you mentally shook yourself. Focus, Y/N. Just collect the names and get it over with. With renewed determination, you gently knocked on the door to catch the teacher's attention.

The classroom quieted as the teacher and students turned toward the door. Feeling their gazes, you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open slightly, peeking inside.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry for interrupting," you began, your voice soft but steady. "I need to collect the names of students interested in the upcoming inter-house basketball tournament. I'll send them right back after this."

The teacher nodded, gesturing for the interested students to step outside. Almost immediately, several senior boys got up, their enthusiasm evident.

As you wrote down their names one by one, the line began to dwindle. When the last student stood before you, your hand froze mid-writing as you realized who it was.