Little Ones | jjk. + pjm.

II

Stepping into class, he sat down in the middle row of the lecture hall. 

Pulling out a book to write in later, he fiddled with his pen as he waited for people to file in. Sighing to himself, he pulled out his phone and looked at his lock screen, grinning to himself. It was a picture of the three of them on their third birthday at the park. One in each of his arms, smiling cheekily at the camera, both of their arms spread wide.

"They're cute. They look just like you," Getting shocked by the sudden voice, he jumped slightly in his spot, turning around to see who spoke to him. It was his professor.

"A-ah. Thank you." Smiling kindly at him, she pat him on the shoulder and walked down to her desk, setting her folder down and taking a seat. 

Sighing gently, he put his phone away as people started walking into the room. The bell rang moments later.
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"That's it class, thank you for listening." Picking up her folder, she left the room, as everyone began packing their things. 

Standing up, Jungkook walked out of the classroom and into the crowded hallways of the campus. Holding his bag close to his chest, he kept his head down as he hurried out of the building and into the one across from it. 

Setting his bag down next to him on the floor, he stood up from his spot and hurried to grab some supplies. Arm full of different paints, and several paint pallets in another. Setting them down, he went to go fill a container with water, grabbing various different brushes on the way. Sitting back down, he began to work on his 18th project within the last month.
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Staring contentedly at the artwork, he put his signature hidden within the painting, standing up, and putting it at the back with the rest of his paintings.

Putting the supplies away as his 'class' was now over, he walked to where he was before and picked up his bag, leaving the room silently. Tugging his hood on, he hurriedly left the arts building.

Walking back to the main building, he walked to the third level where all the practice rooms were. Opening the door, he shrugged his bag off his shoulder, leaving it in the corner. Taking the hood off his head, he pulled his phone and ear buds out, putting them in his ears. Scrolling through his song library, he pressed the one that the class was currently learning. Jumping lightly on the spot to loosen his body up, he began to dance the routine, staring straight into his reflection. Brushing his fingers through his hair, after the routine was finished, he took the ear buds out, looking at the shiny polished wooden floors as he panted. Hearing the sound of clapping he looked up in the mirror and saw the dance instructor and some of the students. The dance instructor smiled at him, holding a thumbs up.

"Job well done Jeon. I'll give you early dismissal, since you already know the entire routine by heart." Eyes widening, his jaw went slack as he stared at him shocked.

"You can get your stuff, don't worry about today." Bowing at him, he offered the instructor a small smile.

"Thank you sir." Grabbing his bag, he put his hood back on, scurrying out of the practice room. Walking down the stairs of the large building, he took his time in staring at all the details that were put into the wooden carvings that covered the walls and ceilings. 

Tugging his bag onto his shoulder, he looked back down, hurrying down the stairs. Walking out of the building, he looked left and right before jogging off campus onto the main roads. Walking down the grey sidewalk, he kicked a stone around as he walked. Stopping at a crosswalk, he pressed the pedestrian button before waiting for the sign to change. Hearing the ding, he began walking across, keeping his gaze down. 

The loud sounds of cars honking their horns was heard throughout the street. He slowly raised his gaze to look to his left. An on coming car was headed his way. Not knowing what came over him, he stopped right in the middle of the street, staring at the car. Watching the scared and frantic expressions of the people in the car, he caught sight of a little girl in the back, holding her stuffed bunny close to her as her parents screamed in fear. Snapping out of his thoughts, he hurriedly ran out of the cars way, stopping in the middle.

He felt his heart in his ears as he calmed his breathing, before being pushed down by a unknown weight. Grunting as he hit the ground, he opened his eyes to see two heads of hair laying next to him: One bigger than the other.

"U-uh, are you okay?" Poking at the shoulder of the person bigger person, they let out a quiet grunt, using one of their hands to support themselves. Making eye contact with the person laying next to him, they both went flustered. 

Gulping nervously, the person sat up next to him, holding a small child in one arm, rubbing the back of his head with the other. Small cries were heard from the child in his arms. The boy looked a bit younger than himself, but not too young. Probably a senior in high school.

"I-I'm okay, thank you. Are you okay?" Nodding his head, Jungkook sat up and rubbed his hands together, wincing at the scrapes that were now present.

"I-I'm sorry that I r-ran into you, that must've h-hurt a lot."

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Standing up, he offered his hand to the boy. Gently grabbing his hand, he stood up and brushed off his pants. The three of them walked to the other side of the sidewalk, brushing the rest of the dirt off of them. Jungkook looked down at the shorter.

"You seemed to be in quite the rush there. Everything alright?" The boy had a backpack on his back, and a wallet in his hand. He opened his mouth to reply when a shout cut him off.

"Come back here you little shit! I'm gonna kill ya!" The boy shook in his spot, frantically looking back at him.

"I- I have to go. Thanks for helping me," Running off in a random direction, a man drunkenly ran past Jungkook soon after, looking in all sorts of directions, growling to himself, as he ran off in the opposite way the mystery boy had went.