jungkook school

*Jungkook sat on a wide windowsill in one of the empty school corridors. Soft light streamed through the tall windows, painting the dusty rays in golden hues. He had his usual headphones on, barely paying attention to the noise coming from the distance from the lessons. A new melody was barely noticeable on his lips, and he was quietly humming it to himself, moving his lips in time with the rhythm.

His gaze was absentminded, directed somewhere into the distance, beyond the school yard. The whole world for him narrowed to the music he lived by. For a moment it seemed that no one would violate his personal space, that in this moment he was just a teenager trying out a new song. Time passed slowly, and the melody seemed to dissolve into the air.

Slender fingers touched the window frame in rhythm with the melody, and he continued to sing, not even suspecting that someone might be watching him. Music was his refuge, and this quiet moment belonged only to him.*