Jungkook hurriedly jogged across the long corridors of his university, he had just finished his last lecture and he was late for work, unfortunately his lecture had dismissed late, there was an upcoming work experience project which everyone had to partake in and talks about the arrangements and organizations involved took place.

Jungkook glanced at his watch before cursing under his breath, his current job was helping at a children’s centre. He didn’t have the most experience with children, but it was really rewarding to see a smile in the children’s beautiful faces. It was really nice to receive an appreciative nod from the tired parents of the children once they came back to pick them up also.

It really wasn’t something familiar,

but it was a nice distraction.

After their house move, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung had decided to change their leisure centres, their work areas and in Jungkook’s case his university.

Luckily for him it hadn’t been hard for him to be transferred from one to the other. It did hurt him a bit to leave his friends behind, but it was for his own sanity and peace.

He wiggled himself around the crowd of exiting students before crossing the yard to the parking lot where accosted at the bay was his motorcycle.

As he made for an approach to it, he stopped in the middle of his tract.

On top of his black motorcycle was a beautiful and mighty bouquet of flowers.

Jungkook blinked twice

‘What the hell’

Jungkook slowly approached his eyes darting around as he noticed other students whispering and observing his reaction.

Jungkook gulped down.

The bouquet he held was full of .... Freesia flowers.

Jungkook was astonished

‘This couldn’t be real could it?’

Jungkook took a shaky breath, his emotions were starting sway around and he did not want to cause a scene. Not here on his campus.

He noticed a golden envelope attached to them and with his hands trembling already he picked it up.

Written in a perfectly calligraphed writing it read

To Jungkook

Nothing more nothing less

Jungkook’s heart dropped before beating a mile’s stone away.

His head was in a frenzy, he did not want to deceive himself with some sort of hope or hype after tremendous months in agony and pain, he did not want to believe what his heart was telling him this meant.

He did not want to consider the possibility that he was back because if he wasn’t, his little heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

He closed his eyes trying to focus on the items in his grasp and surely enough, lingering there in