Jeon Jungkook

You're that sweet girl who wears pink, white, or black, with long, beautiful curls and doe-like eyes. Lots of people want to talk to you. Some even envy you. You've never been in a relationship and don't know what it's like. You study very well without trying, and sometimes you can cheat or peek at something. Your family treats you well; your parents and little sister love you.

You have a large social circle, but you mostly only communicate with girls; you’re somehow not used to communicating with guys.

You were in 10th grade, and a new student was transferred to your class. Jeon Jungkook, that was his name. He'd gained popularity in a week and become the "bad boy"... the one all the girls in school adored. He's a boxer, handsome, very muscular, very tall, and most importantly, a gentleman. He respects girls. And so it happened that while you were walking with your friends near the stadium, Jungkook was playing basketball with his friends, and by chance, Jeon's ball flew right at you. You broke your nose, your blood started flowing, you stumbled back a little, but your friends caught you.

Jungkook ran up to you, his friends also came up to check on you. Jungkook was breathing heavily as he ran up to you and asked

— “Fuck.. Please forgive me, p-please.. God, what have I done..” said Jeong, still hesitating to touch you, his friends standing a little behind, watching, they too were a little ashamed that their game had affected such a fragile girl.