Instant Crush [Min Yoongi || Jeon Jungkook]

Chapter 1

Jung Jihyun

Having a crush on someone can be hard, to say the least. Something that makes it ten times harder is not being courageous enough to pull the slightest move on them. Being too shy restrains you from even dreaming of approaching what seems to be a perfect person in your eyes, flawless enough to have caught your attention from just mere sight. And that just happened to be my situation in a nutshell.

This wasn't a life or death issue, I just fancied someone I knew I couldn't have. We belonged to different crowds, I was probably not attractive enough for him, and we rarely coincided when it came to outings. Basically, I only saw him in college every so often, and always wondered what it'd be like to have his hands graze mine, or to have him stare into my eyes, and all that cheesy stuff.

He was absolutely stunning, graceful, elegant, awe inducing. He was a piece of art, and I was head over heels for him. There wasn't much we had in common, barely any mutual friends and completely different majors. While he was a business student, I was working my way to become a lawyer. Of course there were one or two things I was aware of, like his name and major, and the fact that he was my age, but that was about it. Jeon Jungkook was his name. I know, even his name is attractive. Kinda leaves you wondering who hides behind such a sexy title. Jeon Jungkook.

It had been more than a whole year since the aforementioned man had captivated me, and caught me in a trap that was extremely difficult to get out of. I was left daydreaming about him for the rest of my days since I first crossed paths with him. I wondered and wondered, and craved, and savored, and grew fonder and fonder, and everything inside me was left burning entirely with incessant passion.

I craved for him, and just the sight of him was enough to satisfy my flaming desire, or so I thought, at first. At some point, my feelings became more intense, actually surprising me as I wasn't used to these emotions lingering around. It took me a whole year of "chasing" after him to realize that these feelings were here to stay for good.

It was the start of a brand new semester, fall to be precise. Like every other semester, my anxiety reached its peak on the very first day of class. Just the thought of starting a new semester with new professors and challenges was enough to make my insides swirl, as I started developing a panic attack.

"Oh, my Gosh," I whispered to myself as I paced around my room, in circles. This was something I always did whenever I got worked up over literally anything. Just another bad habit of mine which I couldn't seem to get rid of. "Okay, Jihyun, you can do this," I muttered to myself as I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

I finished getting ready, grabbed a bite and was off to college soon after. Despite having to brace myself for the new challenges that I was to encounter, I was still somehow excited about starting this new semester. In all honesty, it was not only because of Jungkook, but because I'd be able to reunite with my good college friends, too.

It only took me approximately 20 minutes from my house, obviously by car. Sadly, the sole thought of travelling by subway was physically and mentally painful, since the commute was of about an hour. Luckily, I was given a car, which helped simplify my life quite a lot.

I made my way through campus and into the building where I was supposed to take my first class of the day. It was one of those humanities electives, Philosophy, which were mandatory for basically every student, despite their major. As far as I knew, it was a big class with about 50 or more attendees.

I took a seat at the very center of the classroom, where I knew I could somehow get a good sight and hearing of the professor, at least. People started to swarm into the classroom as the class was about to begin. I had my headphones on, so I wasn't really paying much attention to anything going around in the classroom, until I felt a poke on my right shoulder. I looked up to find an unknown guy standing next to me; I had never seen him before, not ever.