You weren’t even sure when it started. Maybe the first time you saw him laugh too hard in the hallway. Or maybe the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at someone who wasn’t you. Whatever it was—it stuck. And it grew.

But Jungkook? He didn’t even know your name.

You were the quiet type, the one who sat in the back of the classroom, always scribbling lyrics on the edge of your notebook. He was surrounded by people, loud and golden and warm. You existed in the same world, but never in the same room.

Until today.

It was raining, and your umbrella flipped inside out, drenching your uniform. You ducked under the school’s overhang, heart sinking as you realized your phone was dead too. Jungkook stepped out of the building, hoodie over his head, pausing for a second as his eyes met yours.

He tilted his head. “You okay?”

You blinked. Of all the moments for him to speak to you…

“I’m fine,” You managed, hugging your soaked bag to your chest. “Just…forgot an umbrella.”

He looked down at the one in his hand, then at you again. “You can borrow mine. I’m just walking to the bus stop.”