“What?”

Jungkook turns away, choosing to ignore your gawking and hisses of confusion. You go to try and catch his attention until there’s a sharp smack upside the back of your head and an arousal of laughter rising from the students around you. Rubbing the back of your head with a pout, you look up at your potions teacher, a witch just like the majority of the supernatural students in your class. She’s a rather young-looking woman, slim and tall with a sort of elegance to her stature, skin milky and presumably smooth, and her long raven hair full and luscious. Who knows, she could be using some kind of spell to enhance her appearances, for all you knew she could’ve actually been one of the cliche old hags with large noses and narrow faces, the chin jutting out tremendously with wrinkled skin and hairy warts.

Hands on her hips, your teacher frowns down at you, “I hope I’m not boring you Miss (Y/n), I sure hope that since you chose this class you are sincerely interested in learning something and not pining after boys.”

“Not at all, I’m sorry,” you deflate under her sharp stare, the weight on your shoulders feeling like lead when you continue to hear the cackles of the other students.

“I would hope so, detention after class Miss (Y/n). Please pay attention instead of talking, yes?”

You nod guiltily, your shoulders sagging as she snaps at your classmates to kindly shut their mouth holes before she does it for them with a threatening wave of her crooked wand. From beside you Jungkook is glancing at you warily, biting on his lip before looking away regrettably.

Once class is over, the room is emptied with the exceptions of you and your teacher. You dread the scolding you receive about talking in her class before she lets you alone to do any homework for the next hour you have imprisoned in her classroom.

You barely get anything done when all you can think about is Jungkook and his eyes, wondering why he would say such a thing. Sure, you knew that according to the creature the eyes glowed a certain color, but was there a meaning behind his?

“You’re free to go Miss (Y/n) I hope you know not to speak during my lecture next time.”

You bow, making a noise of approval, packing up your things before heading out the door. Walking down the deserted hallways, you glance out one of the windows to see the sun in the distance, not quite setting yet but about ready to. The sky is still a vast blue, with a gradient of orange peeking from the horizon where the sun is slowly heading towards.

“Hey.”

You startle, jumping out of your skin when Jungkook greets you at the school gates. Has he been waiting there this whole time? Maybe you should’ve realized the sudden radiance of magical aura if it weren’t for your dazed thoughts.

As if reading your thoughts he looks away shyly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I- er… Sorry you got in detention… Also I thought it might get dark by the time you get released so…”

Both of your cheeks heat up simultaneously at the realization of his intentions, a small smile gracing your lips as you nod in understanding.

“I see… thank you very much, and no need to be sorry… I guess I was being a little too nosy…” you laugh lightly, the both of you beginning to walk in the direction of your house.

“It’s alright,” he responds timidly, glancing cautiously down at your injured leg.

You notice this and smile, “Don’t worry about my leg, I’m fine now, thanks to you.”

His head bobs in understanding, staying quiet the remainder of the way to your house. Along the trek to your place, you can’t help but cast glances every now and then at the handsome boy walking along side you. He’s truly a walking piece of art, you think with a sigh, looking up quickly when he glances at you curiously. He must’ve noticed your eyes drilling holes into the side of his head by now, or the fluctuation of your heart, or even the scent of your attraction.

By the time you’ve reached your destination, the sky is streaked with an array of orange and pink that mingles with the remainder of what was once the blue sky. Jungkook is about to leave when you exchange farewells until Yahiko yanks open the door and grins widely at the sight of the boy beside you.

“Who might this be?”

“A friend from school,” you start as Jungkook bows politely to her, “…He’s the one who saved me the other day actually…”

“Ah really? Why aren’t you inviting him in then?! Why don’t you stay for awhile for dinner? As thanks for looking out for this little brat,” Yahiko says, not waiting for a rejection and opening the door wider to welcome you both in.

The brunette glances at you reluctantly before motioning for you to enter first and following after you. He’s nothing but politeness and manners throughout the night, answering any question the kitsune has in store for him. He kindly declines the pig liver that she offers and opts for the kimchi stew she made for you.

You’re astounded by the boy, effortlessly capturing the heart of both Yahiko and yours despite his shyness and straight-forward replies.

You catch the ghost of a smile on his pink lips until it’s nowhere to be found as soon as Yahiko asks about his parents. There’s no trace of emotion that crosses his darkening expression at the innocent question. The elder must’ve sensed the change in his demeanor, about ready to wave away her question until he beats her to it.

“Ah… they’ve passed away…” he starts out awkwardly, “I live with my pack…”

Eyebrows furrowing, he quickly raises his hands to wave in dismissal, smelling the dreadful amount of pity and sadness from both you and your guardian, “It’s alright, it’s been years… I’ve come to accept their deaths…”

At this you notice the subtle narrow of Yahiko’s eyes before she nods thoughtfully and expresses her condolences and apologizes for her ignorance.

Your mind however is still reveling in the realization that Jungkook had been a child who had to grow up quickly in order to survive among his pack. He had to mature in order to get about with no parents to nurture him. Then again you didn’t know exactly when he’d lost his parents.

“Don’t worry too much,” he mouths to you when you catch his gaze on you.

You can’t help it, frowning back at him before nodding and continuing to eat your dinner.

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