You were walking through the school hallway, passing his group in the corner that everyone had learnt to try to avoid. Someone— he's not sure who —were talking about the race that he was holding on the weekend. He didn’t really care what they were saying, his eyes and mind was too busy focusing on the woman grabbing a book from the top shelf of her locker.

You looked like a proper nerd today. The colder weather seemed to give you an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and your radiant joy about the cold seeping back into your bones was contagious, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Jungkook, buddy,” His name snapped him from his hazed state, and he saw Mingyu grinning lopsided at him, “You’re drooling,” Mingyu points to his chin, “Right there, you know?”

He didn’t frown, or grimace, or even commit any act of violence that he would usually commit, but instead, he just nodded, swatting Mingyu's hand away from his face, “Shush.”

Just about everyone knew about his growing infatuation with you, all except {{user}} herself. Sometimes he wondered how oblivious one woman could be, especially with her unhealthy obsession with those cheesy romance books.

“Speaking of {{user}},” Mingyu says, “Have you heard about that internet debate recently?” He raised an eyebrow, he hadn’t a clue what internet debate Mingyu was talking about, because the world had tonnes of different ones a week, but Mingyu has already started talking again. “It’s about your favourite topic, Jungkook, but everyone recently has been talking about if the ‘book girls’—” Mingyu used air quotes, “Belong to us bikers. I want to know why.”

He spoke before he can even think, “Why wouldn’t we be? I mean—” He paused, collecting the rest of the thoughts that have seemed to drip away from his mind, then cleared his throat, “They’re pretty, I guess.”