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it's now math class, and you took the seat next to me. again.

you stare at my work as the normal signal for me to hand it over to you.

i obliged straight away.

you start copying without double checking anything. it made me happy that you trusted me enough to think they were all correct.

"if you ever need help, jungkook," i began with a glimmer of hope, "i would gladly tutor you."

"i don't need help." you said, a bit frustrated.

before i can protest, you heave a large sigh and rub your temples, which makes me feel a bit uncomfortable for some odd reason. i felt like so small.

you get up and switch to another seat, which earns giggles from the girls all around me. unfortunately, from my perspective, you didn't care.

i myself know that i'm crossing the line by even having thoughts such as these- but maybe you and i can have a decent conversation one day?

the chances are 00.1%, i'll grasp onto it like a paper thin rope, resembling a thread. for you, i'm willing to challenge it.