Jungkook flinches when he hears someone yelling out. He's so accustomed to having diatribes be thrown in his direction that his first instinct is to apologize, pulling himself straight as quickly as he can, but the kind words that follow are enough to give him pause. It really isn't a big deal, Jungkook thinks, to have been bumped into like that. He can probably find a million ways to twist the blame to his side — he shouldn't have been standing in the way, he should have been paying attention to his surroundings.

There's a lot worse in the world than being nudged to the side.

With wide eyes, Jungkook quickly bends at the hip, bowing multiple times towards the boy who's clearly his senior. "Ah, yes," he replies, keeping his language formal. "Yes, I'm fine. I really shouldn't have been standing here, I was blocking his way. And I'm not hurt or anything."

His hand instinctively reaches for his sleeve, making sure it's pulled down well over his wrists before Jungkook lowers both hands to his knees, bowing even deeper. "Thank you for checking on me, seonbae-nim. I'm sorry for the trouble."