The sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the white hallways. Classroom windows and doors slammed opened and closed as the same footsteps continued on its raging way. Dressed in her finely pressed Taekwondo uniform, the owner of the urgent footsteps attracted many looks and glances from both faculty and her peers. With her third degree black belt swinging back and forth in time with her rushed movements, people had naturally made a pathway for her (afraid to interrupt her deep concentration) as she stormed across school campus. Her long, dark brown locks were pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing a pretty face with fiery dark eyes, furrowed brows, and a disapproving frown. Her footsteps told others that she carried a purpose, while her eyes screamed bloody murder. In everyone's mind, they already knew who she was looking for since this wasn't the first time the fellow had wronged her...

Out on the soccer field, heavy pants and shouts had covered the entire grounds. It was a chilly winter afternoon in January and school had just ended not even 30 minutes ago, and yet these group of boys were already heated from a friendly game of soccer. Still in their school uniforms—a classic, white button-up paired with grey slacks and a burgundy striped tie—dirtying their everyday wear was the last thing on their minds. With their blazers left forgotten on the sidelines, the boys became too focused in their little game to even notice the other fiery presence that was quickly approaching the field from a distance away.

"Over here! I'm open!"

A boy with messy black hair frantically waved his hands to the blonde, who urgently scanned the field for his teammates. Seeing the younger boy, Jimin shuffled the ball away from Hoseok—a boy who is usually all smiles—before passing the ball towards Jungkook. After successfully receiving his friend's pass, Jungkook ran towards the goal post where the tallest member of their group, Namjoon, had readied his attempts to block the entire post using his height and long legs. Dodging Taehyung (who thought screaming and laughing was a good soccer tactic), Jungkook quickly switched the ball from his left foot to his right and raised his foot in preparation to kick. Reading his movements, Namjoon immediately rushed to one side of the goal post. Realization dawned on the older boy when he grasped too late what the younger boy's actual strategy was. Smirking at his mistake, Jungkook ran the ball to the opposite side of the post and finally executed his kick. The ball flew into the netting with a swish and slowly rolled around in it as if it were taunting Namjoon and his teammates of their loss. 

"Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jungkook shouted in victory and circled around the field, mimicking soccer players he saw on national TV during the World Cup. Jimin gave their other teammate, Yoongi—a lethargic-looking guy—a celebratory high-five while the other team had scratched their heads in defeat. Taehyung dramatically dropped onto his knees and groaned in horror. Before the game, everyone had agreed that the losing team would carry out a punishment. Their task would be to sneak into the girls’ volleyball practice later that evening to get a picture of Bae Joohyun, the school’s most popular girl, without getting caught by their strict coach, Teacher Choi. Taehyung was the most nervous out of the boys for he had a long, cultivating crush on the senior. 

Cheeks flushed from the cold air, Jungkook sniffed happily and turned to face his friends after his victory run around the soccer grounds. Expecting to see the opposing team wounded from their loss, Jungkook saw the opposite instead. They (aside from Taehyung) shook their heads at him with growing smirks, whereas his own teammates had threw him warning looks as they tried to peer over his shoulder to look at something.

With a raised brow, he turned around and froze when he finally noticed the presence behind him.

The owner of the overwhelming aura stood with crossed arms and her chin up. Despite of her smaller stature, Kim Yerim was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Equipped with the tools to kill a person (or at least maim if needed) whether it was in the form of her Taekwondo knowledge or with her sharp tongue, he always saw the female as a challenge he would conquer over someday. It was indeed knowledgeable to everyone that there was only one known survivor that had lived to tell the tale of his miraculous survival and that was Jeon Jungkook—Yerim's childhood friend of ten years.

Not wanting to succumb to the girl's authority in front of his friends, the boy decided to play it cool. Placing his hands into his pockets, Jungkook faked a cough before meeting her dark hazel eyes. 

“Oh, hey, it's you. Is there something you need?” 

Knowing her, she would've rolled her eyes, but instead, she didn't answer. To his surprise, she slowly smiled at him...sweetly. 

Taken aback at her reaction, he fidgeted in his stance and was reminded of their first meeting when they were six. Glancing back to his friends to check their reactions, Jungkook could tell that they were obviously enjoying his confrontation with Yerim. Shrugging it off, he decided not to dwell too much on her smile and gave his friends a cocky thumbs up, silently telling them that this was probably nothing. Hoseok—another childhood friend—snorted a response, believing otherwise.

“Oh, I just wanted to let you know that there’s a surprise for you in the gym...that’s all,” The female grinned, her saccharine-filled tone threw him slightly off. Before he could check if her eyes were grinning as well, he found himself already being pulled across the soccor field and towards the school gymnasium.

His friends eagerly waved to him goodbye.

. . .

Once they reached the gym, it happened all too fast, really. For a moment, Jungkook was facing a crowd of students who were dressed identically to Yerim and then in another, he was slammed onto his back. He swore out loud in shock when he felt the air knocked out of him. Someone in the crowd gasped at his use of such foul language.

“And that is how you overthrow someone who is physically larger than you are. Thank you guys for joining our club! I hope you enjoyed today’s preview of what you'll be learning this year. I’ll see you all next time!”

As students began to file out of the gym after politely bowing to Yerim, Jungkook kept still on the red mats and even received a couple of bows as well (out of respect). When it was finally just the two of them in the now sparse gym, the female sweetly looked down at her childhood friend and glared. Stepping onto his thorax, she placed her hands firmly on her hips.

“You missed our first club meeting.”

Struggling under her foot, the male frowned and squinted his eyes up to her in confusion. 

“What? What do you mean by 'our'?”

The female saw red with this response. She raised her bare foot to kick him. However, he was quick to catch her ankle before her foot made contact with him again. Losing her footing, Yerim came tumbling down. Grabbing her waist to prevent her from falling harshly to the floor, Jungkook settled her down under him as gently as he could with his hand still wrapped around her waist, while his other had cusioned her head. She was now the one on her back. 

Jungkook thought he actually liked this predicament: her under him. 

He unconsciously smirked.

With her free hands, she immediately slapped the side of his head after seeing the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk.

“Yah! What’s with that erted look of yours!?”

“What are you talking about ‘our’ club? I don’t remember anything about joining your club. I gave that up years ago,” He seriously asked her, absentmindedly rubbing small circles on her exposed waist with his thumb. Her uniform shirt slightly rode up a bit due to their tussle.

Shivers ran down the course of her spine, but Yerim ignored it. Huffing in annoyance, she caused a few strands of his bangs to shift a little on his forehead. 

“You don’t remember me asking you to co-captain the Taekwondo club with me?”

“Hey, I’m thinking of rebooting the Taekwondo club at school this winter. What do you think? You’ll be my co-captain right?” 

Sounds of furious typing and mouse clicking was her answer. She frowned at the boy’s lack of attentiveness.

Glued to his bright computer monitor, the teen bit his lip in suspense as he continued to fight back his enemies. Jimin and Taehyung were doing all they can to protect their home base, while he made an attempt to lessen their enemies far from where the other two were at. It was a hot summer’s day and their month-long summer break as first years was ending very soon and he was not going to waste any second of it. The other two—both second years at the same school—had earlier agreed as well. 

“Jeon Jungkook, did you hear what I was saying?”

The girl nudged her friend's elbow to get his attention. He barely flinched. After killing ten more orcs, Jungkook finally looked at the petite girl besides him. 

His tiny room had no air conditioner that summer and the electric fan had became their only cool source. It was hot and humid in his room and that measly fan could barely cool the both of them. Dressed prettily in a loose one-piece smock, he couldn’t help but follow the drop of sweat that travelled down from the female's neck to only watch it disappear somewhere in the crevices of her exposed cleavage. He gulped and tugged the neck of his white T-shirt, suddenly feeling a bit too hot now.

“Hellooo? You’re going to co-captain with me right?” She asked again with her large, doe-like eyes.

At the same time, Jimin had also shouted at him through his headset, “Hey! We’re being ambushed over here! Do something, Kookie!”

Quickly averting his gaze away from the girl's s and resuming to his game of Warcraft, Jungkook waved her off even though he still did not know what she had asked of him, but nonetheless had answered her anyways. “Yeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

Yerim squealed and clapped her hands in excitement. “Okay! You can’t back out now, you promised!”

He only lazily nodded as his eyes remained glued to the computer screen once again, removing any images of sweat and s from his mind that day.

‘Oh ,’ Jungkook thought and finally remembered that summer's day. How was he going to get out of this one now?

“You don’t remember do you?” 

He stared into Yerim’s eyes and read her next immediate move, but allowed her to follow through with it anyways because he knew he kind of deserved it. Clutching his stomach, he groaned out loud. Pushing him away from her person, the girl stood up and dusted off her uniform as he hugged his groin and practically rolled around on the mats. Overemphasizing his pain, Jungkook had hoped that she would somehow forgive him.

“Practice is next week at 4. If you’re not present, I shall end you.”

And with that, Kim Yerim left the gym after childishly sticking her tongue out at him. Awhile later, his friends found him still in the same fetal position she had left him in.

“Bro, that’s so messed up,” Yoongi, who heard the two friends' exchange along with the other boys, couldn't help but comment. The older boy tossed his blazer to him, which ended up covering his head. Jungkook whimpered in pain under his jacket. The others laughed at the youngest’s misery. Even Taehyung had joined in with the teasing and the brunette had forgotten for a second about his punishment.

. . .

“I see you two made up,” Jimin grinned as he slid into the open seat next to Yerim. She rolled her eyes at his cheek input and continued to dig around in her Super Deluxe Ice Cream Sundae. Jungkook greeted the blonde with a head-nod and popped the last of his ice cream cone into his mouth. They were seated by the large window counters of Ceci’s. Despite of the drop in temperatures outside, Yerim insisted to stop by their favorite ice cream joint for some dessert after their heavy intake of samgyupsal. With last week’s events, Jungkook had planned to invest in his apologies instead. One way to the female's heart was food and he believed that he was almost in the clear now. 

“Where’s Taehyung? I’ve never seen Dumb without his Dumber,” The younger male snickered from his seat on Yerim’s other side. He was leaning on his elbows against the counter top, facing the empty parlor and away from the display windows.

Jimin flipped Jungkook off and mouthed a ' you.' “He’s still traumatized over his punishment from last week. He said something about, ‘She glared at me! She hates me! It's over, Jimin-ah!’”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “What a loser! Out of all the fishes in the sea, he had to choose the Ice Queen.”

“Are you waiting for Seulgi?” Yerim interrupted without looking up from her sundae, which was already two-thirds gone.

The blonde nodded and smiled warmly at the mention of his girlfriend, his eyes disappearing into two crescents. “Yeah, her shift ends at 9.”

“Oh right, I forgot there was someone sane enough to date you,” Jungkook quickly jabbed at the other boy before quickly getting off his seat to run away, knowing that Jimin was going to somehow chase him down.

“Jungkook, you little !”

Yerim shook her head and muttered 'idiots' under her breath. After deciding that she was done with her dessert, she pushed away the empty glass bowl and stood up from her seat.

"I'm going to hang out at the bakery until Seulgi finishes," She announced to no one in particular, grabbing her bag and scarf. Jimin paused in his movements at the mention of the word, ‘bakery.' Jungkook sighed in relief at this.

"Me too!" Was the blonde's fast reply before quickly landing a punch on the younger male's chest. Jungkook was caught off-guard when Yerim left the shop without him. 

"Ow! Hey, wait for me!" Shouted the teen as he hurried after Jimin, who thought it hilarious to tug the door close from the outside. 

After a moment’s struggle with the door, Jungkook had finally made it out of the ice cream parlor. Lightly punching Jimin on the shoulder, he hooked an arm around the blonde’s neck and dragged them both across the street to the small bakery shop, their laughter filling up the streets.

Upon entering Mai’s Coffee & Bread, the two boys were immediately hit with the fresh aroma of coffee beans and baked sweets. Venturing in further, however, a familiar voice had broken the two out of their reveries. It was Yerim's. She sounded pissed.

Packaged bread and pastries were lying strewn everywhere on the floor along with a couple of broken glass cups and wooden spoons. A tall man dressed in an all-black suit with greasy black hair had his larger hand tightly wrapped around a girl's arm. Jimin’s nostrils flared in anger when he recognized his girlfriend, who looked helpless and shaken at the man’s display of aggression. Yerim, on the other hand, had earlier made quick work with the man’s lackey by flipping him over onto his back; the same exact move she performed on Jungkook just last week. Kicking him in the family jewels for reassurance, she finally turned to the other man.

“Let her go you .”

“S-Seulgi!” Jimin shouted and rushed towards his girlfriend in urgency. The black-haired female looked up and felt a small relief of seeing her boyfriend close-by. The blonde was about to attack Seulgi's captor, but instantly halted in his footsteps when the guy opened his suit jacket revealing a hidden gun that was tucked away into his inner pockets. The man did not wield it. His obvious intentions were to taunt the teens instead with its known presence. He smirked when he saw Jimin's reaction. Seulgi whimpered in fear at the sight of the black pistol. Backing a couple of steps away with a hardened expression, Jimin's fists tightened at the scene in front of him, worried for his girlfriend’s safety now that a weapon was involved. Yerim held her breath when she saw the gun, but soon relaxed after sensing Jungkook’s familiar presence by her side.

The man snickered and reveled in their fear. 

“All I wanted was a cup of coffee with this pretty girl.”

Yerim scoffed. “She said no, you ugly asshat. And touching her is not the in’ way to ask her for something!" 

An ugly sneer crossed the man's features, while his lackey continued to moan in pain on the tile floors behind them.

Taking this chance to get closer to Seulgi's captor, Jungkook took a step forward. 

“Hey! Back up boy if you don’t want me to hurt your friend!” The man shouted upon seeing the male teen secretly inch closer. He gripped onto Seulgi’s thin arm even tighter at this. Jimin's fingers itched to reach his lover when he saw her wince under the guy's hold.

Raising his hands up to indicate that he meant no harm, Jungkook explained his actions as he slowly bent down towards the mess on the floor. “I am simply picking up the mess on the floor. You see, I have this condition. It's called an obsessive-compulsive disorder and people who are diagnosed with this condition have this tendency to want order by performing these repetitive routines. It’s weird, I know. In a situation like this, who the cares about broken cups and bread, right? But I care, and it bothers me, so let me just—”

The guy looked at Jungkook as if he was insane, and laughed mockingly, "You're in' crazy, kid!"

Seeing this as an opportunity to get closer to his girlfriend without her captor knowing, Jimin internally thanked his friend as Jungkook continued to distract the guy by feeding him absolute bull.

Slowly picking up a large piece of broken glass (which would later become the man's biggest regret), Jungkook laughed dryly at the guy's insult and dangerously grinned, his bangs slightly covering his eyes.

"Yeah, I am pretty in' crazy...when it comes to my friends and family that is."

"What—" The man stilled in his words when he saw the crazed look in the boy's eyes.

It reminded him of a murderer's bloodthirsty gaze.

Before he could speak any further, Jungkook threw the piece of sharp glass he retrieved earlier towards the man's face. The glass had managed to accurately hit his eye. The man's horrific screams soon filled the empty shop, causing him to release Seulgi.

Shocked, Seulgi’s legs gave out on her. She fell to the floor next to the man with wide eyes. Seeing this, Jimin quickly came to her side and brought her away from the threat, noticing that the man was already reaching for his gun in his jacket out of sheer anger.

With his pistol pointed at Jungkook now, the man caressed the trigger with his index finger and was about to pull only to have it swiftly kicked out of his hand by the other girl that earlier took down his subordinate. In a instant, the male teen was already by his side. 

Lifting his leg to perform an ax kick on the guy's head, Jungkook stopped his movements in mid-air when desperate shouts and pleas from the man's lackey had interrupted his focus.

"Stop, boy! We apologize, we'll go now!"

Hastily getting up, the other man limped towards his boss who kept clutching his right eye. The blood from his injured eye refused to stop bleeding. 

"C'mon hyung!" 

Reluctant to drop this confrontation, the man whose eye Jungkook had ed up threatened the group, his eyes never once leaving Jungkook's.

"Watch your back kid. I'm coming for you the next time I see you!"

Flashing him a cold smile, Jungkook couldn't let the man leave with the power of having the last word.

"I'll be waiting."