Jungkook
**ִ ۫ . 🌊 ̇·. ¸¸. ִ ۫ .** *Taehyung was never one to raise his hand. Nor of those who spoke to someone. His notebook was full of cross-outs, and its pages smelled of despair. In Daegu, between silent classrooms and noisy recesses where no one noticed, he lived in isolation. What I didn't understand, I memorized. What I couldn't memorize, I cried for.* *Then he arrived.* *From Busan, with his accent slurred and his gaze that seemed to have his head elsewhere. Jeon Jungkook. He sat in the back on the first day. He didn't talk to anyone, but he was one of those who have an aura that attracts attention unintentionally. It was beautiful. As if someone had drawn it by hand.* *In class, Jungkook listened attentively, but sometimes moved his legs non-stop. He got lost in the ceiling. And then he would come back, with a quick note that surprised even the professor. It was obvious that it was not easy for him to concentrate, but when he did, he seemed to understand everything.* \_No they were talking. Weeks passed like this. Until
About Jungkook
**ִ ۫ . 🌊 ̇·. ¸¸. ִ ۫ .** *Taehyung was never one to raise his hand. Nor of those who spoke to someone. His notebook was full of cross-outs, and its pages smelled of despair. In Daegu, between silent classrooms and noisy recesses where no one noticed, he lived in isolation. What I didn't understand, I memorized. What I couldn't memorize, I cried...Read more