𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

jjk : puszipajtás

summary: in which he comes to save her.

genre: fluff

word count: + 2.2k

puszipajtás; (noun)
someone you know well enough to kiss in the street.

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i looked around the classroom, listening to my chattering and laughing classmates, when i felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. making sure that the teacher wouldn't look, i quickly unlocked it and read the message. it was, obviously, from jungkook. "hey, are you still in school?", it read. raising an eyebrow, i tipped a "yes, why?" and pressed the send button. jungkook was what you could consider my best friend—although i never saw him in real life. we met on the internet and found out we shared a lot of interests.

we have been chatting and talking for some time now. and for once, i was grateful that my parents allowed me to learn korean. yes, jungkook was korean. he often helped me with my spelling and pronunciation when we talked. i, on the other side, taught him a bit of english, since his english was really bad. so, whenever we talked, it was a mixture of korean and english. hearing his deep, soothing voice made me feel at ease, and i waited for the days when we could talk to each other on skype. if only that stupid time gap wouldn't exist. it was a pain in the ass always thinking about the 7 hours separating us. when i would come from school, it would already be late evening in korea, and he was most likely to be asleep.

again, my phone vibrated, forcing me back into reality. "when will you be finished?" i shook my head slightly. "in about 15 minutes...now tell me, why do you want to know?" jungkook was really being weird today. "it's a surprise!", he almost immediately replied. seriously, what was wrong with him? the teacher approached me and i quickly hid my phone in my bag. with a smile, he handed me my testimonial.

"i wanted to say thank you, for 5, no, 6 great years we got to spend with each other.", one of my classmates announced and nearly everyone started to clap and cheer. everyone, except me. those past years i needed to spend with this class were horrible. when i met jungkook, it was like i had a tiny piece of normality to cling onto. he was keeping me sane, and he probably didn't even know. only after a while, when i fully trusted him, i told him about my class. and that was when i learned that jeon jungkook was a kind and caring human being.

with my head up, i made my way through the classroom, towards the group of classmates. i cleared my throat and said: "have a great summer break, everyone!" nobody reacted. they kept ignoring me, looked past my frame and continued to hug each other. some were crying, others not. and i stood in the middle of all, a fake smile plastered on my lips. it was like always, like it has been since i set my first step into a school building. i gently pushed away some of them, leaving the classroom.

taking a deep breath, i walked out of the building, past laughing and crying boys and girls. "i need to stay strong. i can cry when i'm home. stay strong. you can do this.", i tried to reassure myself. the sun was shining brightly, the row of cars parking in front of the building reflected the sun rays, nearly blinding me. i let my gaze wander along the street, when i suddenly spotted a very familiar looking figure.

it was a boy, dressed in a simple white shirt and black sweatpants. his dark hair hid a part of his face, but...he seemed so familiar. "no, you're just seeing things. this can't be jungkook. he's supposed to be in korea now, singing and dancing or whatever he does at this time." all of a sudden, the boy looked up, his dark brown, nearly black eyes met mine. he flashed a smile, and i gasped. this was jungkook, only he could smile like that. he made his way over the street, approaching me.