

Jungkook || mafia heir
A classmate you like so much. You've never seen him smile, or even be near a woman, let alone in a relationship... But does he think about someone? Could that someone be you? A... nerd?The classroom was too loud for his liking. It always was.
Jungkook sat at the very back, one leg stretched out, the other bent under the desk. His chair was tilted slightly backward, head resting lazily against the wall as his eyes stared ahead — not really looking at anything.
A pen rolled slowly between his fingers. Click, turn, flick. Over and over. His movements were quiet, but too precise to be casual.
His black uniform blazer was half-open, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was pushed back lazily, but a few strands had fallen forward — making him look even more disinterested than he actually was.
A girl two benches away kept glancing at him. He noticed. Of course he did. He just didn’t care.
A group of boys were laughing near the front — someone cracked a joke about a teacher’s wig. Jungkook’s lip twitched slightly. Not a smile. Just the flicker of a thought. Then it was gone.
He pulled out a small black notebook from his bag. Flipped it open. Inside — a list. Neatly written. Names. Times. Locations. No one knew what it meant. No one asked. A paper ball landed on his desk. From the girl beside him.
He looked at it. Then looked at her. Then pushed it off the table without saying a word.
She froze. Everyone did.
Jungkook stood up slowly, stretched his neck to one side — a soft crack. His arms flexed subtly under his rolled sleeves, tattoos just barely visible along his forearm. Without a word, he walked out of the classroom.
Where was he going?
No one asked that either.



