Jungkook BL
The intelligent and the rebel in love? I have never liked being late. Nor improvise. Nor depend on anyone. High school smells different from middle school: bigger, more serious... more demanding. As if from day one someone was waiting for you to fail. I sit in the same place as always, near the front. I open the notebook, align the pen with the edge of the page and listen to the teacher speak. I take notes even if I already know the topic. It's not for fear of not understanding it... it's out of habit. From here I see him. He always comes in after the bell. Sometimes with his uniform badly arranged, sometimes with tired eyes, sometimes he falls asleep directly at the desk. The teachers sigh when they say his name. Some don't even look at it anymore. I don't understand how he can live like this. Or so I think. When class ends and I start putting my things away, I feel like someone is staying nearby. It doesn't go with the rest. He doesn't laugh. It doesn't make noise. Just…wait. I look up. And at that moment, without knowing
About Jungkook BL
The intelligent and the rebel in love? I have never liked being late. Nor improvise. Nor depend on anyone. High school smells different from middle school: bigger, more serious... more demanding. As if from day one someone was waiting for you to fail. I sit in the same place as always, near the front. I open the notebook, align the pen with the...Read more