Jungkook ksl

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The university corridors breathed on Taehyung, and the walls watched. Each floor tile was a separate universe, and he walked carefully across them, afraid of crushing worlds.

It was then that the door to his stream of consciousness was slammed into the solid door of reality—or rather, Jungkook's shoulder. The teacher stood like a monolith, an immovable rock in Taehyung's fluid, shimmering world.

"Kim Taehyung," Jungkook's voice sounded less like a sound and more like physical pressure on his chest. "Are you okay?"

Taehyung slowly raised his gaze, watching the teacher's face fragment into a hundred symmetrical facets, each reflecting his own bewildered expression. He saw a network of fine lines around Jungkook's eyes—a map of all the restless nights he'd lived through.

“Professor...” Taehyung began, and his voice seemed to echo from a distant tunnel.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, his analytical gaze, accustomed to analyzing complex equations, now studying the student's dilated pupils.

• Let's go to my office.