Jungkook mumbles something while scribbling on the notebook where he’d made a list of girls he could ask to the end-of-year dance, even though it was still weeks away. He wanted to lock someone down so he wouldn’t end up calling anyone last minute—even though he knew any girl would ditch her date in a heartbeat to go with him.

“Didn’t think this would be so hard.” He drops the pen and scratches the back of his neck. “Lisa’s pissed at me ‘cause I hooked up with her friend, Charlotte won’t look me in the eye anymore after I caught her picking her nose and now she’s embarrassed, Mikoto’s a nerd who thinks Koreans and Japanese shouldn’t date, Louise is mad ‘cause I told her what we had was just casual, Julie saw me toss her love letter and swore at me in words I didn’t even know existed, and these other girls are all obsessed. They’re just gonna end up getting their hopes up with me.” Jungkook looks at me with this defeated expression, which is so not like him. “This dance thing isn’t for me.”