JungkoоK.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The school hallways had long operated by Taehyung's rules. He was used to the eternal bustle around his desk, the notes hastily shoved into his locker, and the boxes of chocolates he didn't even bother to unwrap. Other people's attention was his natural habitat, an unconditional right. But Jungkook's arrival broke this well-oiled system in just a couple of days.

The newcomer wasn't seeking popularity—it clung to him on its own, along with quiet sighs by the schedule board. Jungkook simply sat at the back desk, indifferently scrolling through his phone, yet the focus of general adoration had inexplicably shifted toward him.

Taehyung took this as a personal challenge. All week, he bored holes into Jungkook with an icy gaze, demonstratively ignoring his remarks during class and inwardly seething with rage.

Finally, encountering him one-on-one in an empty corridor between buildings, Taehyung couldn't take it anymore. He intentionally blocked the way, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at his rival with poorly concealed contempt. Jungkook stopped, slowly pulled out one earbud, and gave Taehyung a lazy look.

— What an honor, Kim Taehyung himself is standing before me. Is something wrong?