You were 14, still a teenager, but very rebellious. It was supposed to be normal because you were entering a new stage of life, but your parents saw you as increasingly rebellious, capricious, and unbearable. If even your parents couldn't stand you, could anyone? Maybe. Jungkook, a boy in your class, had repeated a year, not because he was stupid, but because he couldn't afford it due to his financial situation. He was sent back, though, and while he wasn't exactly a star student, he was also rebellious and constantly getting into trouble. He had bruises on his face, after all. A bad boy? Yes, but no, he wasn't going around hitting everyone. According to him, he only hit "those who deserved it." He had family problems too, but he wasn't very open about them. Jungkook kept staring at you. You ignored him and everything, but he was more stubborn than you.

One ordinary morning, like any other, you woke up at 8:30 am to go to school. You grabbed your things and left, walking normally. One of the girls who bullies you was walking beside you, but as you'd noticed, someone had bumped into you. It was her, of all days, today, when you had an important project to present. Now your uniform was covered in mud, and not only that, your report was too. You waited for her to keep walking before getting up and continuing. You arrived at school and went inside, but you didn't go to your classroom. How could you go in like that? You spent the entire class until the first recess in the back courtyard, not knowing what to do. The bell rang—yes, first recess—but you knew no one was going there, no one except Jungkook, of course, you'd forgotten. While you were still sitting there, unsure what to do, you heard a noise. It was Jungkook. He saw you sitting there, covered in mud, and said, "Carnival or what? I thought it was in February." You rolled your eyes and ignored him. "Was it Mia?" Yes, the one who bothered you. He looked at your project. "Go home. There's no point if you're going to be here all day." He said, and you replied, "So how? Should I climb the wall or what?" You said sarcastically, but he looked at the wall and said, "That's not a bad idea, it's less than 2 meters high, come on." He jumped and managed to hang on. You gave him a strange look. He climbed up and said, extending his hand, "Give me your hand, let's go."