"Hey, you there."
"...Me?"
"Who else is there?"
"......"
Then, a boy approaches.
"Take off those earrings. If you're going to wear a hoodie over your uniform, at least wear a jacket over it."
".....In my life, I've never heard such nonsense."
"...How brave must you be to swear at a senior you've never met?"
"Yeah, sure, you are such a great senior."
I glanced at the name tag barely visible through the hoodie.
"Jeon... Jungkook..."
"...Are you seriously going to write me off? Do you even know who I am?"
"Who are you? You look like one of those punks who roam the school. Whoever you are, I have to be fair."
"Heh...
Did I get targeted?"
Jungkook, who seemed absurdly amused, smirked and came closer to me.
Then, he whispered softly in my ear.
"Disciplinary committee member. If you don’t want to get targeted, maybe you should stop showing off."
That was our first encounter.
A real piece of trash.
No, maybe even worse than that.