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Jungkook is very nervous about his first day at school. He wants to keep his head down but that goes wrong very quickly.

1 – JK focus

Jungkook stepped off the bus and immediately felt incredibly small. There were hundreds of people here. Hundreds. Hugging his backpack closer to his shoulders, he shuffled along apprehensively with the other students. He felt like the smallest one there and yet he still wanted to shrink further. He was fifteen years old. He would pay good money not to be noticed.

Jungkook had graduated in the summer. It had been one of the best days of his life: he got a party, friends, visits from a part of his family he didn't even know existed – oh, and he had also been moved out of his beloved town to go to a school advancement program in the middle of Seoul. Not a single person he grew up with came with him. Everyone was back home. No, this is home, idiot. Jungkook silently scolded himself. He hated that stupid positive mindset being drilled into him by his parents.

Nothing was positive about this. It was a fifteen-minute walk alone to the bus stop followed by a 45-minute bus ride to the school with no friends and no phone. It was boiling hot and way too cramped and Jungkook doubted that the classrooms would be much better. The school would finish at 4 o'clock and Jungkook would get home at 2 am after the ridiculous study sessions needed for high school. That would give him three hours of sleep before having to be on the bus by six and starting the whole thing over and over again. Just one day after another. For three years.

The walk to the main doors was weirdly placed and annoyingly winding. It was made out of several different types of tarmac that hadn't been replaced for a very long time and it kept backtracking and veering randomly in any direction it chose. It would be so much quicker to cut across the grass, but if that was acceptable, everyone would do it. Jungkook just needed to learn to keep his head down. Bitterly acknowledging the grandiose mahogany doors, Jungkook slugged up the steps and wandered through the hallways searching for his locker.

Jungkook's first conclusion: this school was not big enough. Students were slouching against the lockers, sitting on the floor and Jungkook had to fight his way through a mass of legs and bodies, praying that no one was blocking his locker. Thankfully, it was a clear path.

Jungkook's second conclusion: this school was not for him. There was gum everywhere. There were girls everywhere. Those two factors alone were enough to trigger his anxiety. At least he had grown out his nails that summer; it gave him something to distract himself with.

Jungkook's third conclusion: he needed to find some friends. Fast. He hadn't seen a single soul in the building not engaged in some kind of conversation with at least one other person. He was beginning to grow paranoid about being by himself so he slung his bag into his locker and ran up the stairs to his form room.

He was so distracted by the stress of it all, so focused on keeping his head down that Jungkook totally forgot to look where he was going. He swung himself around the corner of the landing and collided painfully with someone walking the other way. They both recoiled at the impact and fell to the hard, varnished floor. Jungkook shot to his feet, mortified and ignoring the searing pain in his shoulder. Well done, Jungkook, the bell hasn't even rung yet and you've already made an enemy. He could feel himself blushing as he offered his hand to the other, who had fallen on their side.

"I'm so, so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, it was completely my fault! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Jungkook mentally punched himself for sounding so desperate. It only just clicked that someone else had been walking next to them when they collided. Yay, another witness.

The person on the floor groaned and slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position. He gripped Jungkook's hand firmly and pulled himself up to stand next to his companion. Jungkook suppressed a gasp as he took in the sight of his victim.

He was gorgeous. Perfectly dishevelled orange-dyed hair blazed on the top of his head, practically glowing against the dull colour scheme of the corridors. Black eyeliner gave his dark eyes mystery and definition, as well as giving him a rebellious, bad-boy vibe. He looked good in school uniform. Like, really good; you can't say that about a lot of people. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore his eyes away from the ravishing boy and glanced over the other. Less stunning, but attractive nonetheless. He had pure black hair and lighter eyes. He was also about an inch shorter than him.

Jungkook was snapped back to reality by the black-haired boy slapping the other in the chest.
"Taehyung, what did we say about not killing any of the first graders?" Taehyung. A beautiful name for a beautiful person. Taehyung rolled his eyes gently and smiled at Jungkook, whose heart definitely skipped more than one beat.

"I'm sorry," his voice sounded like liquified velvet: so deep and smooth Jungkook almost forgot to concentrate on the words, "I did promise Jimin I wouldn't fuck up any first years, but I guess that kind of failed, huh?" He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and flicked his gaze between Jungkook and the other boy – Jimin. Jungkook was shaken.

"No, no, please, it was all my fault, I shouldn't have been running and I'm so sorry if I hurt you," Jungkook blurted out again, earning a crooked grin from Taehyung.

"What's your name?" Jungkook genuinely nearly forgot.

"Jeon Jungkook," he thrust out his hand and Taehyung shook it vigorously before passing it to Jimin, who thankfully had less of a grip.

"I'm Kim Taehyung, this is Park Jimin. We're in 2nd grade." Jungkook smiled. He was making friends. Not just any friends, older boys. Jimin looked at his watch and sighed.

"Yeah, which means we get into slightly less trouble than you for being late. Run now and you'll be on time, probably early, even." Taehyung ruffled his own hair, making it messier than it had been. Jungkook wanted so badly to touch it. But…

"See you around, Jungkook. Now go, go and try not to get detention on your first day." Taehyung and Jimin continued walking leaving Jungkook to jog a little more slowly down the corridor. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.