𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴄʀᴀfᴛ [2]

JUNGKOOK P.O.V:

Jeon Jungkook sighed to himself as he looked over the front of his English exam, glaring angrily at the score of 4 out of 100 with a big, red 'F' stamped right beside it. He stayed up until four in the morning, cramming everything he possibly could for the exam only to receive the lowest grade imaginable.

'My brother is going to kill me,' he slides the paper underneath the cover of his history textbook. His parents were pretty lenient when it came to his grades, "as long as you don't cheat and you try your absolute best", but his older brother? Definitely not. 'But, it isn't even my fault, though. None of that stuff was on the review!'

When Jungkook turned the corner just as he closed the cover, he felt his nose smack into someone's hard chest and the contact sent him sprawling onto the floor, surrounded by his books.

"Oof!"

He landed on his bottom harshly and his head flew up to frown at whoever he bumped into, but then he stopped. Jungkook's eyes widened at the male standing above him, their [color] eyes staring down emotionlessly at the boy on the floor, and his breath caught in his throat.

'Is...is that...?'

Jungkook opened his mouth, but the only thing to come out was a shaky gasp, and he snapped his lips closed. His eyes quickly darted off to the side before coming back to the teen above him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching out a hand to help Jungkook off of the floor.

His eyes moved to the male's hand and moved back up to his face. Jungkook's head shook side-to-side frantically and his hair fell into his eyes at the action, but he wasn't referring to the other's question.

'No, no, it can't be him-'

The other shrugged and straigthened himself out, an emotion flashing across his eyes that Jungkook isn't able to pinpoint, and clicked his tongue.

"Okay, then."

He walked off, leaving Jungkook to pick his stuff up on his own. When Jungkook's mouth seemed to finally start working, he let out a small, "wait," but he hadn't heard him. It was too late already. The male had walked down the hall and turned another corner.

Once he was out of sight, Jungkook let out a breath.

'Was that...really him? I don't think he recognized me, though...'

Jungkook's eyes stared at the corner of the boy turned and his brows quirked up.

'...M/N.'

EIGHT YEARS AGO:

Jungkook wandered through the forest, his bare feet crunching against the cool autumn leaves as he divided himself from the group of children he had been playing with, and when he says 'playing', he really meant being the fourth wheel on a forced playdate set up by his mom. Though the ten-year-old had trouble making friends on his own, Jungkook knew—even as a kid—that it was better to introduce him to people one at a time instead of just tossing him into an already-formed friendship group.

Jungkook picked up a stick and dragged it in the dirt behind him while he walked with no particular direction in mind, listening to the chirping birds and rustling tree branches around him with a small smile on his face. Right behind his house was miles upon miles of forest, but for some reason, Jungkook's mom never let him go in it to explore or play.