DEMON

0.7

jungkook focus
jungkook walked out of the cafeteria, feeling a bit dizzy, cheeks as red as cherries. jimin rushed after him, looking even more nervous than he was.

"hyung," he said, "can you tell me where room 251 is? i have science up next."

after standing with a dazed expression for around five to ten (long) seconds, jungkook replied, "it's across the school, near your second hour class. if i guide you there i'll be late. so, you'll have to go on your own."

jimin's eyebrows furrowed as he examined the map, "alright," he nodded, "i think i got it. thanks."

"i'll meet you again in 6th hour, room 237. it's in the same area your next class is in, so you should be able to find it very easily. does that sound okay?"

"yeah. i'll see you later, kooks."

jungkook watched jimin dash away. he was envious. jimin looked as energized as the burning flames of hell, and he, on the other hand, did not.

he wanted to slump into bed and snuggle up in his fuzzy blanket's warmth and never leave. yet, here he was, walking slower than a tortoise, trying to find his way through the maze-like halls.

slowly but surely, as jungkook advanced towards the art room, he felt his heart lighten. art was one of the (few) things available at school that he was  passionate about.

and on top of that, since jungkook was such a great student in class, the art teacher actually enjoyed teaching him (which was rare, since all of his other teachers were completely sick and tired of him).

the art studio/room looked just the same as it did before summer break, besides the fact that, in order to make more room for upcoming projects, it had become much more spacious than it had been last year.

the place was, as expected of an art room, very heavily decorated with colorful drawings/posters and 3D models. it smelled of fresh, newly opened paint and cardboard paper. the familiar scents relaxed jungkook's mind. being inside of the classroom made him feel peaceful.

jungkook did not know anyone in his grade that shared a similar passion for art such as he.

except for namjoon. but it seemed that every year the silver haired junior fell out of the realms of the art dimension ever so more.

jungkook would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised when he saw taehyung walk into the classroom and sit down next to him.

taehyung decided to scoot closer to him. too close. jungkook's thigh was a centimeter away from touching taehyung's thigh, and he was starting to feel awkward.

"yeehaw."

taehyung slowly whispered the word directly into jungkook's ear. the younger boy could feel taehyung's breath on the side of his neck.

"what the hell did you just say?" jungkook asked with an annoyed glare.

"i said yeehaw."

"pardon?"

"you should say yeehaw back. don't be rude."

"no. what the fuck does yeehaw even mean? and why are you sitting so damn close?"

"you have nice thighs, jeon."

"stop touching me, you pervert!" jungkook shouted, and pushed taehyung away from him with such a huge amount of force that taehyung nearly fell out of his chair.

"hey! calm down, haha. so fiesty..." taehyung smirked as he sat straight back up in his chair.

"shut up, taehyung."