In which jungkook is an emotionally constipated piece of shit who is supposed to be the schools resident bad boy.
"Supposed to be"
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It was the first day of high school, and Jungkook was already hiding out behind the trash can next to the music room, because yes this is where I belong. I am trash for many unnecessary things and this is what you get for staying up all night trying to reblog every fucking set of pepe memes in existence.
His black hoodie was practically covered in spaghetti sauce, and is that ketchup or blood?
It didn't matter, because said substance was dripping onto his eye, and fuck- yes that's blood.
Making sure there were no teachers in sight, he struggled to get onto his feet, only to tumble to the ground when a very loud screech erupted from the music room.
"Ah! Sorry!" Someone yelped from inside, and he couldn't help but think that they had a really nice voice.
It took him a moment to realize that the girl was talking to someone inside the room, and tried to hide his disappointment.
Disgruntled, he got up for the second time, wiping his hands on his jean-clad thighs. He stripped off his hoodie in one move, revealing a white T-shirt that had a grass stain from the fight he had earlier that morning. Whatever. Its not like he had three fucking miles to walk home and its not like it just started fucking raining.
Nope.
Jungkook is going to be optimistic, because it's a new year, and rain can be really nice when it's not pouring down his fucking back.
And the girl who made that horrible screeching sound has actually started playing a nice song on the violin, and holy shit she's good, and maybe he regained some faith in the world and mysterious girls who play nice instruments.
Its only raining harder, and Jungkook decides that he can afford to wait for a while, as he leans against the wall next to the door. (He convinces himself that it's not because he has an appreciation for classical music, and oh my goodness is that Chopin no.20 nocturne in c sharp wow)
He wants to take a peek in the room, to see the source of the playing- which messed up a few times, only to huff softly and start from the beginning.
No- fuck keep going I want to hear the end.
But she hit a flat note once more, and resumed from the beginning, much to his dismay.
He was about to walk away, when he heard pages ruffle, the door opening the smallest bit.
A new piece started, and it took him longer to to recognize it- partly because you don't just go from playing fucking Chopin to a cover of GD's That XX.
But he had to commend her on the song choice- and the playing. It was nice.
(Jungkook tried to convince himself that he didn't stay for a full hour, even after the rain stopped- just because she got better and better as she continued.)
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She's afraid of a certain Jeon Jungkook.
Everyone is- nobody hasn't heard about how he beats up kids on a daily basis, chainsmokes, and skips just about every class period.
Apparently, though, the teacher is oblivious to this as she sits in the seat next to the window. Her earbuds are jammed deep into her ears, one of Juncurryahn's violin covers resonating throughout her chilled body.
