Jeon Jungkook, the punk who came to ruin me
I fled, almost running away. I couldn't bear to show Jeon Jungkook my flushed face, so I just avoided him. When I hurriedly exited the Coin Karaoke building, the street was even more crowded than before, and I decided to disappear into the crowd.
“Oh, my bag…”
As I started to walk briskly, mingling with the crowd, I remembered I'd left my bag at the karaoke bar. Fortunately, I'd left my wallet and phone behind, using the excuse of going to get a drink.
I walked toward the bus stop, determined to pick up my bag tomorrow. Thankfully, Jeon Jungkook didn't catch me before I arrived, so I quickly found a bus near my house and tapped my transit card.
“…What should I do now?”
For now, I thought avoiding Jeon Jungkook was the priority, so I continued to avoid him. But I couldn't avoid him forever, even though we were in the same school, in the same class, and even my partner. We could face each other tomorrow, or even any day, if either of us decided to. My mind was in turmoil, so I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head against the bus window.
“Student, student!”
I closed my eyes for a moment, but before I knew it, I was in a deep sleep. I frowned and opened my eyes to see the bus driver shaking my shoulder.
“Umm… Sir, where am I…?”
“Where is it? It’s the end!”
"yes?!"
The word "terminal" brought me to my senses, and I opened my eyes wide and looked around. It seemed to have already gotten dark outside, and it was just me and the bus driver on the bus.
I felt lost. Perhaps it was because I was trying to avoid Jeon Jungkook, but I was left alone in a town I didn't know. All I had was my phone and wallet. I knew my mom would catch me if I used my card, and I only had a little over ten thousand won in cash.
“I’m screwed.”
"Student, please sit here and wait. Someone said they'd come pick you up soon."
The bus driver, who had just gotten off the bus and was running his hands over my head, said something meaningful to me. Who on earth would come to pick me up at the last stop? Surely it couldn't be my parents. I grabbed the bus driver and asked.
“Who? No, how did you know I was here…”
"I was trying to wake up a student, but his phone kept ringing. When I answered, a young man said he was coming over."
“Do you have a name or something?”
"Oh, what did you say... I don't quite remember. Anyway, wait here for a bit-."
The bus driver left me, telling me to wait. I sat on a nearby bench and waited for someone to arrive. As I sat quietly, gazing up at the sky, counting the stars, I heard the roar of a motorcycle. Startled, I turned my gaze from the sky toward it, and what I saw was...
“Then why are you running away?”
It was Jeon Jungkook, approaching me, his hands brushing his hair, which was ruined by his motorcycle helmet. It was Jeon Jungkook again. How come every time something happened, I always saw Jeon Jungkook? It was annoying. If this was going to happen, my avoidance of Jeon Jungkook would be meaningless.
“… Do you know how to ride a bike?”
“Oh. I’ve ridden it before, but is this your first time seeing it?”
“Because you didn’t show me.”
“Just show me now, what is it?”
I'd never even considered the combination of a high school student and a motorcycle. It seemed a bit too difficult for a high school student to ride. I thought it might resemble a delivery motorcycle whizzing by on the side of the road, but that wasn't the case at all. The all-black bike Jeon Jungkook rode exuded an aura on a completely different level than a delivery motorcycle.
But what caught my eye before the bike with that aura was Jeon Jungkook. He was walking briskly, his shirt unbuttoned, his helmet in one hand, his hair brushing back with the other.
"stylish."
“Are you finally satisfied with it?”
“Not you, bike.”
You might have noticed, but the comment "cool" was actually directed at Jeon Jungkook. It was probably because it was dark. The darkness made Jeon Jungkook look even more radiant. So, without even realizing it, I said "cool." It was something I'd always wanted to say to him. But I turned my gaze away from him and toward his bike. Speaking directly felt a bit embarrassing.
"I came here to catch Kim Yeo-ju, who ran away, but I should have just taken a taxi. I never thought I'd get jealous of a motorcycle."
Jeon Jungkook stood in front of me. I looked up at him, and he was smirking, covering his eyes with his hand, as if he found himself being jealous of the bike.
Now, whenever I see Jeon Jungkook, I can't breathe. Even better than yesterday, even better than before. Seeing how I like him more and more as time passes, I know I've already reached my limit. It's a little late, but I've decided to admit my feelings for him.
I stood up, grabbed Jeon Jungkook by the collar with both hands, and kissed him. With my eyes tightly shut, our lips touched for about three seconds before I pulled away. Jeon Jungkook looked down at me, smirking.
“What does this mean?”
“…You did whatever you wanted. I just gave you back the same.”
I hated Jeon Jungkook's smile, pretending not to know even though he knew. That was the only reason. He'd decided to admit my feelings, but then he'd change so quickly. Before I could just say I liked him, I wanted a definitive answer from him. A definitive answer that he felt the same way.
“Anyway, our heroine is not honest.”
The corners of Jeon Jungkook's mouth still lifted. But soon, I had no choice but to squeeze my eyes shut once more. With those words, Jeon Jungkook bit my lip. I grabbed his waist, and he wrapped his arms around the back of my neck.
We gave the same answer late into the night, and very earnestly.
