Jungkook blinks, wondering for a moment if this is some kind of trick, some game that's played with the first-years. He's typically not the most obvious target at first glance, no more gangling or thin than most of the others in his year, but sometimes Jungkook gets the sense that there are people who sense fear better than most.

But as quickly as it comes, the reservations pass. He can't live his whole life doubting the good in people.

With the decision made, a smile immediately spreads across his face, bright and guileless.

"Ah, yes, Taehyung-seonbae," he says, keeping carefully to polite speech and bowing his head even as he rummages through his backpack, quickly tugging the slightly rumpling schedule sheet from the front of his orientation papers. He holds it out with both hands. "Here."