Our Friendship Diary ‖ JJK·BTS

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Jaykee

Putting on my ear buds, I slump down on the purple couch, welcoming the relaxing atmosphere which dominates the whole library. As library is a cool and refreshing place, and because of its silence, it has become my most favourite place to explore when I spend my time alone. Bracing my cheek with my right hand, my mind soon wanders away and towards the past I have had with Jungkook. Time flies, it's been years since I've met Jungkook face-to-face during his internship.

After gathering myself together again, I sit back up and start to do my work while switching on my laptop. The background of the screen has signifies my true loyalty towards BTS as this is one of their album's photos. Then, the song which I listen to has changed too – especially Blood, Sweat and Tears (BST) which Jungkook's voice makes my heart races when it comes after his hyung, Jimin's.

All those years since I've met him and made him one of my friends, I won't quit listening to BTS's songs until now. Jungkook's voice has changed throughout the year of growing. It has eventually turned mature and magnetic. In fact, his more masculine feature – his firm arms and muscles of his torso reveal him in the sexiest way. BST is one of the songs for BTS Wings album in 2016. Not to be neglecting this truth, I loved it as well as Fire. Moreover that, such large interest of mine towards their songs has made Fire as my new ringtone too.

Now, coming back to what I am doing right now. Yes, it's Math which appears to be my favourite subject. However, such an unfortunate luck for me as this is one of the most disliked chapters I've ever labelled, Integrating Trigonometry. Through my learning processes throughout the chapter, I could find it torturing to remember as many formulae as I can like how I used to memorize the multiple timetable during kindergarten. For short, this chapter is a real nightmare for not only me, but students who hate-

A waving hand breaks my school of thoughts all of a sudden. I blink before following the source of the hand towards the arms and then, his face.

"Jeo..J..J..Jung..!" No matter how my mind has urged me to speak out those words, yes, his name, the overwhelming shock has become an obstacle for my tongue to roll, consequently leaving me stuttering with a funny face. Nevertheless, he shuts me up in time before I succeed with the words.

"Shh..." Such soft voice is penetrating through the black mask covering half of his face. An index finger is placed in front of my lips when everything turns silent, except the frantic beat of my heart. "I ran away from the girls." Snaking onto the purple couch and driving me more towards the wall, he whispers anxiously when we can hear feminine mutters coming from the library's entrance.

"Keep looking girls, I know he's here somewhere as I saw him running into here." There goes a group of girls which one of them is literally talking instead of whispering. Their voices are coming from quite a distance from us when they walk towards the opposite direction from where we are. Averting my gaze back to Jungkook after crawling back onto the couch, I notice his pleading eyes when he puts his palms together, asking for my help obviously and letting out my speechless glare.

Leaving my things on the table, I take hold of Jungkook's wrist and whisper-shout, "Come with me." I remember Jungkook has nodded because we are leaving the couch area and towards one of the discussion rooms located not far away from here.

Not long after, we've reached the most remote place in the library. My knuckles have sent a few euphonious knocks on the door, driving my friend's attention towards us through the small glass. "Rose, can we borrow this place for a minute?" I ask right after she has opened the door for us with a confused look plastered on her dark visage.

Without hesitation, Rose pushes the door until the gap is big enough for both of us to enter. "Sure, come in." Waving her hand back and fro at us, her gesture is obvious enough. After thanking the Indian girl for her generosity, I quickly drag the Korean boy in and shut the door behind us. I raise my head up to look at him, recognising that Jungkook is having the same height as my cousin, Zack. In fact, their ages are the same and their faces are as handsome as the blazing sunlight, which shines out my shadows entirely, reminding me that I am not that kind of person who can enter their 'Realm of Models'. Soon, sadness lowers my head as I don't wish Jungkook would see my weary face.