"look who's here," he chuckles. he looks arrogant and overconfident when he comes up to you with his hands in his pockets.

he leans back against your locket, closing it. your backpack stays inside, and you just hold on to the strap without having time to react. what a jerk. he has an arrogant look, a satisfied grin on his face, and tousled hair covers his sparkling eyes.

"did your daddy really find the money to pay you for another year here?" he takes the glasses off your face, looking at the frame.

today is officially the first day of school this year and you might have thought that at least it would be peaceful, but no. jungkook, as usual, came like a bolt from the blue. it already looks like a hobby.

you both studied at Choate Rosemary Hall in Wallingford for the second year, since your father found the money to pay for your tuition at this elite school. and everything seemed to be fine - great teachers, great girls in the same class with you and your roommate is just a sweetheart who is ready to pay for you on a shopping trip out of friendship. only one pain in the ass in this wonderful place is jeon jungkook. a popular guy, distinguished by his good looks, sparkling with intelligence in all classes and having a disgustingly bad character.