Jungkook’s P.O.V
I shuffled into school, heading for my locker. The combination clicked open with a familiar snap. I pulled out my textbooks and felt a presence behind me. I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. “Don’t even try it, J-Hope,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips.
I gripped my books tighter and turned to find him, pouting with comical frustration. I do this to him constantly, and his reactions are always priceless. He’s so easily startled, so genuinely afraid. Sometimes, a wave of guilt washes over me when I push it too far and see his eyes well up.
“Darn! I thought I had it this time,” he huffed, unlocking the locker beside mine.
I laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Maybe one day you’ll succeed, but you’re just too predictable,” I said, scanning the hallway for Namjoon. He’s punctual, almost religiously so. The bell is about to ring, and he’s never late for class. He has this whole thing about rules, attendance, and diligence.
“Hey, wanna hang out today?” J-Hope asked, his face radiating the warmth of a happy child. I frowned, knowing I couldn’t accept. Not today, not for the rest of the week.
“I’m sorry, I can’t today,” I said, mirroring his frown.
“Okay, what about tomorrow?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Anytime this week?” Another shake of my head earned a groan from him.
Just then, Namjoon appeared, his voice booming with his usual energy. “What’s up, guys? Why is Hobi frowning? Failed to scare Jungkook again, huh?” He smiled, and I returned it, shaking my head.
“Yes and no. He’s disappointed I can’t hang out with us today,” I explained, and Namjoon nodded in understanding.
“Let me guess, you’re making up for a mountain of homework you decided to postpone?” Namjoon asked, and I punched him playfully on the arm. He winced, rubbing the spot. “Ow! What was that for?”
“It’s not just homework—okay, part of it *is* homework, but I also have to tutor this kid after school for who knows how long. Then, I have to go straight home. I’m grounded for three days,” I said, and they both shook their heads in unison.
“Oh, Jungkook, what did you bring home without asking this time?” J-Hope asked, and I rolled my eyes. “Was it something exotic?” Namjoon chuckled.
“Whatever. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked, and he checked his watch.
“Right! I have to meet Jisoo and the others!” He grabbed his books. “Oh, and Namjoon, can you hang out today?” Namjoon nodded, agreeing readily.
He hurried off, and I called out, “If you see Jennie, tell her Jungkook says hi!” He glanced back, sending me a thumbs-up. Namjoon and I heard the bell and started walking toward class.
“Dude, you should just talk to her yourself. You’ve been using Hobi as your messenger since day one, and nothing’s changed,” he said, and I looked down, embarrassed.
“It’s not that easy. She’s popular, beautiful, and I’m…well, the opposite. If I walk up to her, she won’t even acknowledge me!” I said, and Namjoon sighed.
“Dude, this is pathetic. You’ve liked her since elementary school! You need to actually go up and talk to her. I’m tired of watching you concoct these unrealistic scenarios in your head that will never happen!” He said, and I remained silent, knowing he was right. I just lack the courage. I’m terrified she’ll simply laugh and turn away.
“Well, anyways, I’ll see you at lunch,” he patted my shoulder, heading toward his class. I continued walking to mine, and I felt someone whistle in my direction. I glanced over and saw Park Jimin, the wealthy kid everyone adores—the son of a famous singer.
He licked his lips and winked, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I quickly looked away, speeding up my pace. I think I even heard him shout, “Nice butt you got there, cutie!” along with his group of friends erupting in laughter.
I cringed, reaching my Science class. I sank into a seat at the back of the room. My mind replayed the incident, unable to clear it. The second bell rang, and the teacher began lecturing, but I couldn’t focus.
I tuned her out, knowing she was just reviewing. I rested my head on my desk, replaying the scene over and over. I hope it never happens again. I’ll do everything I can to avoid him.
I genuinely dislike him. He thinks he can get away with anything because of his wealth. He’s spoiled and entitled, getting everything he wants without effort, which means he doesn't have to work for anything in life. I feel sorry for his parents, who probably have to deal with his constant neediness daily.