"Sir, don't mind other people's business."

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"Wh, what?"

Jungkook thought. I never imagined I'd like someone. Is this really true?

Jungkook stared at Yoongi with deep, wavering eyes, and as if Yoongi had expected it, he decided to laugh inwardly and lowered the hand that was on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Well then, that's right."

"I don't know if I like him yet. I think it's just a fleeting feeling."

"If it's just a fleeting feeling, then let it be."

"I told you I don't know yet."

"I'm not telling you to quit right now. It's not too late to act when you're sure."

Yoongi chuckled and ruffled Jeongguk's hair. A white, veiny hand stroked his hair, as if to encourage him to think more.

"I'm going," Yoon-gi said, shoving the pack of cigarettes into his pocket and leaving the rooftop first. After Yoon-gi left, Jeong-guk stared blankly at the ashtray he had discarded.

"ha..."

Jungkook only smoked once, but he dropped the cigarette that had burned to a small size, crushed it with his foot, and went down to the classroom.

The female protagonist, in fact, was equally thrilled. Every single one of Jeongguk's actions and words, spoken so casually, prickled my heart, sending it into a constant tremble. And I hated myself for it.

Because it seems so easy to like and love someone.

And even if she did like Jeongguk, the odds of things going her way were extremely slim. But Jeongguk's behavior during lunch just now seemed incomprehensible, and she was just racking her brain.

Jeon Jungkook doesn't like me either, right?

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The door opens and a familiar face comes in.

"What are you doing, your expression is all wrinkled."

It's so serious because of someone, but he's so calm.

I try to ignore him and prepare for the next class. Jeongguk sits, resting his chin on his hand, still—or perhaps the word "dazed" would be more accurate.

I stared blankly at her, and then the words I had been unconsciously keeping buried in my thoughts came out.

"Why do I like you?"