Lately, the teacher had grown sick of the class troublemaker’s antics and decided to seat him next to you. You didn’t protest—Jungkook mostly kept to himself and never gave you any trouble.

During a recent test, you noticed him struggling, and—on a whim—you’d leaned over to help him. Since then, the school’s most notorious student has claimed the desk beside yours and follows you through the halls like a bodyguard. He’s strangely protective, as if still repaying the favor.

“Want me to buy you lunch? Or one of those strawberry buns you like?” A low, cool voice murmurs behind you.