The Most Beautiful Moments In Lifeᵖᵗ¹ // OT7 BTS FF x OC

15. Fall

Monday, 16th. March. 2015.

As I looked up the aisle I caught sight of Jungkook. He looked effortlessly cool despite only wearing a plain black hoodie. When he spotted me, his eyes widened, and he waved his hand at me to come over. I glanced aside to see intense scrutiny from that group of girls upon me.

But, as I looked back at Jungkook, he was moving his bag off the chair beside him... Had he been saving that seat just for me?

I felt queasy at the thought of ignoring him after he'd saved me a space beside him... Could I really do such a heartless thing?

I took a deep breath and went over, trying to push aside my worries about any possible repercussions for later.

"Hey, how was your weekend?" He asked, smiling plainly as he pulled out the seat for me.

"Yeah, it was good. I was hanging out with some of your group members." Taking up his offer, I sat down. I put my bag down on the floor in between us.

"Oh, right, they mentioned seeing you. Jiminie showed me a flower you gave him" Jungkook fiddled with the pen in his hand. It was kinda hard to tell, but I felt like there was something more he wanted to say.

"He showed that to you?" I asked, wondering if he'd shown anyone else or if it was only him.

As I noticed Jungkook purse his lips and tilt his head aside shyly, it hit me. Did he think there was something going on between Jimin and me? It wasn't a big deal, right? It was just a flower.

"Mm. Yeah, he showed me. It was cute, kinda wish I had one..." He mumbled, scratching at the side of his neck. My memory floated back to the initials he'd scribbled in his book.

"Oh... Does your girlfriend press flowers, by any chance?" But, as Jungkook sat back, the mood shifted, leading me to believe perhaps I'd said something wrong.

"I don't have one," he said plainly, sparing a glance in my direction.
"Sorry... I just thought..." I quickly tried to apologise, but he brushed it off as he broke into a thin smile, perfectly white front teeth peeking through his parted bow lips.

"It's ok. There is someone I like, though. You're not wrong about that..." He nodded alongside his words.

The teacher came in, cutting off our conversation before I could say anything else. As the lecture went on, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate with the intensive pressure I felt coming from certain onlookers.

I knew Jungkook had good intentions and, that for the most part, the girls were always seated behind Jungkook, conveniently out of his direct line of sight.

So, I was under the impression he hadn't seen the full extent of it. But, even so, it only set off anxiety in me which grew over the span of the class. At first, it was like a tiny knot in my stomach. Now and again, I'd glance at Jungkook's side profile, the way his dark hair framed his face, the metal glints of his multiple earrings. Two little beauty spots on his thick neck. But just behind him lay heavy glares. Wringing that tiny knot tighter and tighter until it twisted in my stomach like some awful premonition.

Jungkook sent me questioning glances at noticing my discomfort, even leaning in closely beside my ear and asking if I was alright. With a nod of my head, I told him I was fine. His silent-filled state afterwards held doubt. But all I wanted to do was for the class to end so I could get out of there.

Soon enough, the time came. I said a hurried goodbye to Jungkook and left. Out of there with the first wave of people exiting the room. My anxiety loosened for a moment, but, at the bittersweet echo of my name being called from one of those girls from behind, it tightened back up instantly.