Jungkook is lying in a pile of trash in a state of shock, taking in the muscular thighs and enchanting gaze of the concerned boy. “Jungkook? Jungkook-“ The tinny voice is coming from his phone which is now lying on the pavement. Without taking his eyes off of the stranger, Jungkook reaches over and hits the call end button. He knows his expression is frozen in the blank, open-mouthed, wide-eyed stare his friends always for, but in his dazed state he can’t seem to do anything