Secret [Jungkook x Male Reader AU]

Three

[Jungkook Point of View]

My eyes won't leave his back, I tried several times to pay attention to the instructions for our First project, I got the vague idea though, we would be doing a free project so the rest of the class could understand and see our style, possibly to become inspired by it.

He was ignoring me. It didn't take me long to realize this, but it confused me. He'd helped me out with those bullies, and punched that guy in the gut for me, yet he wouldn't breathe a word to me.
My mind kept circling back to how that guy in the hall had been preparing to call me a faggot. I mean, I am gay but...I'd forgotten how much that word hurt, because "gay" was a statement, "faggot" felt like a bullet.

I stared down at my sketchbook, I'd chosen a larger one, because I liked to have a lot of room to draw or paint.
I stared and stared at it, getting lost in thought, and I twirled my pencil between my fingers, my mind skipping around to nature, how the leaves outside the open window sounded, to the boy who had helped me out, sometimes even to books I'd read and loved as a child.

I jumped out of my skin when the teacher sat in the stool beside me.
"So, Mr..."
"Jungkook."
"Mr. Jungkook. Do you have any ideas for your project?" He said simply. I shook my head, silent.
"I see, that's a shame, since you seem to have an amazing draft started." He said, nodding down at my book. I looked down, shocked to see the vague outline of an already beautiful drawing started. I hadn't even realized I'd been drawing!

I turned crimson in embarrassment as I recognized the vague outline of the black dressed boy. Thank god I hadn't accidentally drawn his face.
"Oh...I didn't realize I'd been doing this..." I muttered, still red.
He grinned at me, seeming to have already realized that.
"It's amazing. I would love to see the finished copy, keep up the good work." He said enthusiastically and stood, heading to the next student.

My eyes drifted over to the black dressed boy, he had yet another cigarette between his lips, and was staring out the window, earbuds in his ears. I admired him, he really was extremely attractive. His body was lean and defined, I could tell even though he was dressed, and his (h/c) hair caught the light gently, hinting at other shades.
I could barely see his eyes, and they looked like they were another color in the direct light, it was hypnotic, and I see him look around like he was reading the air.
His eyes flickered to me, making me jump, and I couldn't look away for a moment, because his eyes had changed color again. They were darker, more seductive without the light swimming through his irises to lighten them and the aura they had.
My cheeks burned, my heart raced and constricted at the same time.

It just figured, that I would become attracted to a boy who wanted nothing to do with me.