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lovestrippedbare) wrote2017-09-03 10:07 am
lovestrippedbare) wrote2017-09-03 10:07 am
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The first day of school brings with it a torrent of sounds and colors, movement that spreads in every direction and leaves no ready path for the taking. Jungkook stands a distance back from the front gates of the school grounds, watching as his schoolmates arrive and filter indoors, most already gathering in groups that will join and break over the course of the next several months. He's always envied the ease with which so many of his peers seem to be able to find their kind — while Jungkook doesn't consider himself shy, the first step is always the hardest.
He grips to the strap of his backpack with one hand, and tightly clutches his sleeve with another, fabric bunched in his hands. The dress code at this school is more relaxed than middle school, but Jungkook clings gratefully to his brother's hand-me-downs, a simple starched white shirt and black jacket that are slightly too long for his frame. Even that is its own blessing, giving ample opportunity to cover a few healing bruises that Jungkook would rather avoid drawing attention to.
School starts in a few minutes. He should head inside. Find his classroom, make sure to pick a desk that isn't uneven, and a chair that doesn't squeak.
Chewing on his lower lip, Jungkook takes a breath and his first step, only to be interrupted by someone slamming into his shoulder. He stumbles, but catches himself quickly, glancing up in time to see a retreating figure and hear an apology fading into the noise.
He grips to the strap of his backpack with one hand, and tightly clutches his sleeve with another, fabric bunched in his hands. The dress code at this school is more relaxed than middle school, but Jungkook clings gratefully to his brother's hand-me-downs, a simple starched white shirt and black jacket that are slightly too long for his frame. Even that is its own blessing, giving ample opportunity to cover a few healing bruises that Jungkook would rather avoid drawing attention to.
School starts in a few minutes. He should head inside. Find his classroom, make sure to pick a desk that isn't uneven, and a chair that doesn't squeak.
Chewing on his lower lip, Jungkook takes a breath and his first step, only to be interrupted by someone slamming into his shoulder. He stumbles, but catches himself quickly, glancing up in time to see a retreating figure and hear an apology fading into the noise.
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Jungkook's face lights up at the sight of the ear buds, though a quick glance at the milling groups of students to either side has Jungkook shrinking back, dampening the reaction. It wouldn't be good to call too much attention to his seonbae's mischief, not when Jungkook is all too aware of how quickly rumors can spread, with blackmail material being perhaps the most common currency in these halls.
"I won't get caught, I promise," Jungkook replies with a firm nod, grabbing once more onto the strap of his backpack. Time's running short before class begins, but he feels a reluctance to let the moment slip by. "Um... what classroom is seonbae in?"
Can I stop by and say hi?