ENCHANTED | TK

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Jungkook bid goodbye to his grandfather as he got out of the car, immediately approached by the cold breeze that he really likes.

He turned around and waved his left hand as he watch the car leave before taking a deep breath and holding on to his backpack. 'You can do it, Kook!' He told himself then walked towards the gate with the ark shouting Daegu High School of Arts.

He started walking inside, bowing to the school's guard as he walked pass them. A brick road, squeeze between mats of green grasses welcomed him. There were tall trees scattered neatly onto it, and if he didn't know what place he had entered, he'll surely mistaken it as a park.

Upon entering the school buildings, he was welcomed by the sight of students fooling around. They looked at him, inspecting the new comer in an obvious manner. Jungkook felt shy and looked down as he looked at the map his cousin, Hoseok, had drawn for him and searched for the administration's office.

Once he's done his business to the administration's office and knew his room assignment. He hurriedly searched for it, seeing how the students have all disappeared inside the classrooms.

He searched silently to the hallways, nervousness taking over him as his mind got filled with horrible scenes that may welcome him.

'Ugh. Jungkook, stop. You're being anxious again.' he scolded himself then continued his journey to his room.

When he finally saw his desired room number, his eyes almost shine and he unconsciously started running. But then again something-No, someone-stopped him.

A mannequin.

Her hair has curls that sits just above her shoulders, it's a shade of brown with highlights of green and he can't help but wonder why she chose that color.

She has full bangs that reaches her lashes and a headband with cat ears which made her look more sexy. Uh, in Jungkook's perspective.

She has this pointy nose, plump lips, and a tan complexion that makes the most attractive part of her face noticeable—her blue eyes.

He walked near her and noticed that blank face and soft mumbles he cannot decipher. What is she doing?

He shook his head then held onto his bag tighter then walked to the room's door. He knocked a few times, only to get confuse with what he heard.

"I told you not to get in without promising you'll not bring this plushie again. What are you, a kid? This isn't gradeschool!"

Huh?

He heard the mannequin beside him snickered and that's how his mind cleared. Did she bring a plushie-oh Jungkook, why do you care?

He shook his head once again then opened the door.

"Uhm. Good morning, sir." he said almost inaudible, the instructor recognized him. "Oh. The transferee. Why are you late?" his face heat up. He bit the insides of his cheeks, clearly nervous. "Got lost, sir."

"I see." The teacher looked around then back to him "But don't be late again, or you'll end up with that fool outside." he flinched with the insult the mannequin received but stayed silent, giving the elder a nod. "Introduce yourself then sit next to that boy with orange hair."

"Jeon Jungkook. 16. From Seoul. Nice to meet you all." he bowed then do as the instructor said, and sit beside the orange-haired boy.

The instructor continued his lesson. As the boy's mind continued flying... Somewhere. Outside that room. To that mannequin.

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