occasional stalker // jjk

the one with the stalker vol.2

After a few mornings you had enjoyed your own company to school, you found yourself being followed by Jungkook again. The guy was wearing headphones and, moreover, you didn't want to look clingy asking him about his life as you wanted to know how he managed to pass all midterms with the maximum of the scores, so you continued walking to the school, pretending not to see him.

"Y/N!" you heard a pitchy voice behind and turned immediately. Jungkook waved his hand at you, smiling too brightly for this drowsy and cloudy morning. "Didn't know you were here."

"Excuse me?" 

You squinted.

"You hair is curly today, didn't recognize you," he shrugged and lined up with you. With your heart skipping a beat, you had a question about his attentiveness on a tip of your tongue, but he knew what you were going to ask and answered apathetically. "I've figured out some information about you during living next to."

 "Is there something interesting you've found out?"  

"You have got a pretty pink bra."

Your eyes widened and you blushed heavily, you felt like he was violating your personal space by stalking you. Otherwise, how would he have known about your favorite bra with the delicate laces?

"Excuse me?!" you sulked.

"Just draw your curtains when changing," Jungkook winked at you as if it was, or at least seemed, normal - to spy somebody. Then there were a few objections coming out of your mouth, but you didn't notice it even yourself - how the conversation about the coffee started. He perhaps was a magician or hypnotist since you couldn't find a better excuse for the influence his charisma created, and didn't truly wanted to.

With a wind murmuring his unobtrusive hissing melodies, the weather was slowly but steadily changing its color from fresh summer into dry fall. The sun was shining under layers of silver clouds swirling around. The calendar was only on the 18 of September, but people felt that drastically fast climate change. The weather was like a baby - unpredictable and capricious, yesterday you were practically dying on the court, while today you couldn't wrap up into your clothes tighter. 

"Come to the bus station today at six, let's go together," Jungkook suggested, as you entered the school gates.

"Where?"

"Anywhere?"

You raised your eyebrow and caught the slightest smile on his face as a sign of a joke.

"To the practice of course, where else are you expecting me to accompany you to?"

"All right," you agreed. "However, you've stalked me for ten months, you know."

"You got a point," Jungkook laughed letting the dimples to etch his cheeks. That smile definitely had something to do with the way you perceived Jungkook.

The bell rang signalizing the lunch break. The classroom became empty in a blink of an eye, you were the last one to pick up your notebooks and bring them to the locker at the back of the room. 

"A li-i-itle bit faster, can you?" Baek Sonmi cried complaining as she was leaning on a doorway, waiting for you.

"Trying my best," you responded impersonally. 

"How can you be so good at tennis if you're so thorough and slow?" she rhetorically asked with her hands crossed over her chest. After organizing the space in your locker, you quickly ran toward your classmate as if you wanted to show your skills at running and prove that she was imprecise about your speed.

You were school friends with Sonmi, but she was that kind of friend you cry you will keep in touch with and never talk again when the school ends. She knew superficial facts about your life, you knew her family in person as you were an often guest at hers, and that was enough for two of you to enjoy each other company and have common jokes. 

"Jungkook lives next to you?" Sonmi exclaimed struggling with putting rice into her bowl.

"He goes to my tennis club," you smirked and helped her with rice swiftly. She nodded thanking you and you moved to the table, where girls from you class already were.

"How just... you... tennis... neighbor..." she stuttered having trouble expressing her thoughts, but still attempting. "I mean, how could you not know him before?"

She knitted her brows, but you simply shrugged, you'd been asking yourself the same question for a few days already. 

"He was out of my zone."

"What zone, you kidding!"

"Zone of visibility, you know."

Sonmi was the second person you'd told about meeting Jungkook and living next to him and she was as surprised as Lyyn, but that made no sense to you. He was handsome and stuff, but so were a dozen of guys in your school, the only sensation he made - was taking your place at the rating. Sonmi, on the other hand, was kind of attracted to him. 

Classmates called on you and moved together to let both of you sit down. They were already in a middle of some discussion, but you paid your attention only after hearing your name floating in conversation.

"Mhm?" you swallowed your food.

"What's with your and Jungkook?" asked your classmate eagerly who was sitting across the table.

"What's with us?" you shook your head incomprehensibly. 

"Ah! Don't act like silly!" she significantly smiled at you. "We saw you two together today!"

The approval that followed this declaration found voice in a noisy chatter. 

"Girls, calm down!" you laughed resting your wrist against the edge of the table and leaving your food getting cool. "We're neighbors."

"That guy has a deal with all the girls around," you noted to yourself and continued listening to the conversation which hadn't had any references to you anymore.

You stroked slowly, inhaling viscous - like a late summer honey - air, through the alley of pine trees, where spice smell of needles hit your sense. The walk from school to home lingered involuntarily, you knew you had to get home quicker so you could do your homework, but sharp warning kept you away from doing that.

Parents still were in the state of ignorance about your rating position. Mom often boasted about you to her girl friends under the label of "mommys' talk", when mothers of all your classmates gathered up together, what happened rather frequently. Either was your dad who always added the phrase "you can't lose to anyone" a the end of his notations. Telling that you were scared to disappoint them wouldn't be wrong, but neither it wouldn't be right. You just didn't want to. 

You found yourself standing already in front of the gates, you tightened your grip on the doorknob, without turning, and released it, biting your lip. With a heavy heart, you took a step away from your gates and abstractly went forward in the direction of Jungkook's house and further to the park.

Jungkook wanted to call on you when he saw you crossing the road near the school, but the awareness that it would be strange and too suspicious took your name from the tip of his tongue. He followed you all the way to your house, watching how you gazed around discretely, fixing your curled hair all the time a swirly fell from your shoulders. When Jungkook already wanted to start a conversation and speed up a bit, he suddenly froze looking how you were venturing on entering your home. Confusion and curiosity took control over his mind as he passed by his own gates, peeking into the windows quickly. 

The first bus stop served you as a place to rest your legs a bit until the bus arrived. Jungkook ran to the bus, but it already had left as he looked at the diminishing machine. 

"What am I even doing," he exhaled scratching the back of his head.