You were crushing so hard on the worst guy to possibly have a crush on. Jeon Jungkook. Basketball team captain. Slight rebel, but still good grades and reputation. Unbelievably attractive. Fawned over by every girl on campus. It was unfair. You were the dance team captain, strong grades, good reputation, pretty.

You were in a lecture, Jungkook sitting a row in front of you and a few seats to your right. Ridiculously, you couldn't help but stare at him. Suddenly, your name is called.

Ms. Minji, for this project, I'd like you to work with Jungkook. Your professor says. What? Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook? Regardless of your hesitation to work with the guy you've never talked to beyond a brief conversation before a game, you nod.

A few days later, you sat in the library with Jungkook to discuss the project. You couldn't help the way you stared at him and hung onto his every word, every idea coming from him sounding perfect to your ears.

You're staring. Jungkook comments softly, rubbing the back of his neck almost..nervously? What? No. He doesn't even know you.