Jeon Jungkook was quiet.
He was a wallflower and the boy didn't say much. But he listened.
He continued his daily routine without fail. The dark haired boy peered through his bangs, listening to conversation that fell off the seniors' lips. Jungkook found himself lost in his own thoughts instead of the twelfth grade activities. Senior trips, graduation prep, senior skip day. That all meant so little to him.
His life seemed pointless to those on the 'outside'. Those who knew him (abso- fucking- lutely no one) knew of the many talents he tucked away in his shy personality.
He was artistic and loved to paint. The way he would angle his wrist against the canvas and create a scene of his own image was like heaven to him. Jungkook got chills after he finished his work, almost like a high for him. He never truly accepted how talented he was. But then again, he was modest. Modest. Silent. Kind. That was him.
Jungkook found a new interest in class however. He couldn't paint away on the desks or doodle in his sketch book. Therefore he took to the other thing he was best at: watching.
Recently, an orange haired boy had caught his eye.
He wasn't the typical person Jungkook would take interest in because in fact-
Park Jimin was quite the opposite of him. His noisy, friendly disposition attracted people to him like flies. Popular. Handsome. Bubbly. Popularity was practically in his blood. He was born to be the center of attention and make all those around him feel at ease.
Except Jungkook. He was uneasy about him and, after having years experience of people watching, felt something was off with the giggly boy. But what did it matter. He was always behind the scenes so why should he fucking care.
Regardless, the dark haired wallflower let his brown eyes scan over the older boy's features. He picked out the little things about him that others may not have noticed. Sure, he had a fine ass, plump lips that would pucker occasionally when he spoke to a pretty girl, eyes that turned to crescent shapes when he smiled widely. His body was in shape, toned and all.
But that's not what he liked to gaze at. It was the imperfections that make Jungkook smile to himself. Jimin had squishy cheeks. Ones that Jungkook could only imagine how soft they'd feel against his palms. He looks at the small freckle that hid within a crevice on he
is face, as if it was hiding itself from the world. It was beautiful, Jungkook thought to himself. What he enjoyed hearing the most was that certain pitch Jimin's voice would hit when he laughed. He had a feeling Jimin was embarrassed of it, for he would deepen his laugh to impress those around him. But those little squeaks and voice cracks are what Jungkook liked hearing best.
Those things others didn't notice, Jungkook did.
Popular girls, pretty girls and even boys would throw themselves at him. Simply for his good looks and social status.
Jeon Jungkook felt slightly angered at this. He didn't like it. One bit. He didn't like the way the blonde girl in the front of the class would lean onto Jimin's desk, flash a beautiful smile, maybe do a hair flip, and turn back around.
Was Jimin only an object of attraction to them?
They should get to know him, not just look at him like a caged lion.
Jungkook was doing exactly that however. He watched him. No actions took place but maybe a small curl on his lips as the shorter boy would gracefully walk to his desk.
Jungkook hated him for this. For taking his attention. For becoming a piece of his surroundings he could not help but watch. He was more than a background figure now.
He was Jungkook's center of attention.
