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𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕲𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘

Chapter seven: Benevolent Gestures

Jungkook's P.O.V:

Today was my second day at Sanchez and the experience so far has been absolutely fun! I can't believe Y/N herself gave me the tour of the academy and that on my very first day.

When I first saw her in the academy that day, she had taken the place of the Coach, training the students instead. One could have even mistaken her for an elite master guru of all. Approaching her had been a little nerve-racking but I managed to stay calm.

Later on, I requested her to give me a tour around the huge place and she gladly did. She told me everything a beginner would need to know. Everything in complete detail and it looked like she was having a fun time too.

The next day was my first time teaching in her class. Everyone seemed to be pretty skilled in something but she was definitely way better. Indeed, way better at anything, she does in her own different and unique way making me admire her mannerism. I tried focussing on the class wholly but she was just too distracting for me making me observe her every movement. I tried to take my eyes off her but they would always find their way back to her, where she was seating, at that moment happened to be in one of the back rows.

Y/N is a really talented girl but even so, she doesn't get cocky about it or shows it off. She is the first person I talked to after coming here. Well of course, after the respected Sir Bon-Hwa because that is sort of compulsion.

I really respect both of them for he raised her despite the fact she is her step-daughter, like his own blood and Y/N, for she works hard every day to get to the position where she is today. I'm aware of the fact how difficult it is to be perfect in each and every weaponry and skill and as for her, she is remarkably upstanding. I will gladly admit, never have I ever seen such perfection in my life ever.

Of course, you can't achieve anything without putting in the effort.

Third day at the academy:

Ladiddada da! I sang my way through the entrance to be greeted by the students and I greeted back merrily. Going to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee to use it as a source of energy for the rest of the day, my eyes never stopped scanning the corridors far and wide. I placed the order and was told to wait for about fifteen minutes till I could get my Americano. I sat there in silence, playing with the cutlery on the table to kill the time.

The idea not working out as great, I began making a condiment tower hoping that will do the trick. Carefully placing the ketchup bottle on top of the mustard jar, with the siracha taking the lead, I heard my name being called.

"Jungkook!"

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