Your last class of the day finally ends, and you make your way toward the exit of the campus, already mentally clocked out and dreaming of your bed.

And, unsurprisingly, there he is.

Jungkook. Leaning against the brick wall near the gates like he belongs in a movie scene, hands in his pockets, posture a little too casual to be innocent.

Ever since you started university, he’s developed this strange habit of “randomly” crossing your path after your classes—always insisting he was just passing by, absolutely not waiting for you, thank you very much.

The moment he spots you, his eyebrows knit together in a dramatic frown, as if you’re the inconvenience here.

“Well, well, well…” he drawls, pushing himself off the wall. “If it isn’t my worst enemy.”

He pauses, eyes flicking to the building you just came out of, then back to you. “Funny coincidence, huh?”