The weekend came and went by quickly, it was already Monday, Jungkook excited to go to school to see Jimin, was up an hour earlier than usual. His sister shocked, she usually uses to go knock on his door to wake up as to not be late for school and for her, work. She was stunned when she saw him all dressed up, coming downstairs before she even had the chance to finish making the pancakes for breakfast.

A soft slow music was playing in the car, both quiet, Jungkook staring out the window, replaying the encounter he had with Jimin on Saturday, he still could believe he built up the courage to approach him and speak to him. He laughs to himself, wondering why he has been so nervous and timid around Jimin, he is such an easy person to talk,

“So, joining any sports this semester?” asks his sister, breaking the silence and bringing him from his head, Jungkook looks at her, he had forgotten he was in the car with his sister,

“What’d say?” he asks, staring at her blank,

“What’s up?” she replies, looking at him, “You’ve been smiling all morning, it’s weird.”

“Why? I can’t be in a good mood?” he retorts, looking back at the window,

“Not really,” she teases, “Always ready to kill someone in the morning, you smiling and rushing to school is not normal.” Jungkook shakes his head, disregarding her comments. She drops him off at school, he waves goodbye to her which left her stunned, he usually just grabs his backpack and rushes out of the car. She waves at him and he watches her as she drives away, he spots Yugyeom and Crystal, walking together.

“Hey, guys! He shouts, they stop and look at him, he walks towards them, high-fiving Yugyeom, Crystal smiles at him. They head inside the building,

“I’m surprised you made it to school,” says Jungkook, looking at Yugyeom, “We stayed up late playing video games last night.”

“Yeah,” says Yugyeom, smiling, he had dark circles, “Guess what after turning off the game, I realized I had homework due today, so I stayed up until 2 am.” Crystal and Jungkook exchange looks, chuckling,

“You need to stop,” says Crystal, “Why to lose sleep over video games?”

“Cause’ it’s fun, we are on such a high level,” says Jungkook, “You won’t understand.”

“And I don’t care,” says Crystal, “Let’s go to the cafeteria, I’m hungry.”

“I thought you hated cafeteria food,” says Yugyeom, she glares at him, walking towards the Cafeteria. They follow her, catching up, the cafeteria was full as usual, kids sitting at the tables, chattering, the smell of blech, freshener and frozen pizzas and French toast sticks with syrup fills the air. Yugyeom and Jungkook go to grab a sit while Crystal gets in line for the Cereal box with milk. A commotion behind them gets their attention, they turn around and two girls were screaming at each other, while kids started surrounding them, Jungkook looks at Yugyeom,

“Looks like a fight,” says Yugyeom, Jungkook stands to take a further look but the crowd was getting bigger as the screams got louder. They both stand up, fights were always something anticipated at Rosewell High School, a week usually does not pass without a fight breaking out, kids come running into the cafeteria to witness the fight, Jungkook and Yugyeom walk to take a closer look, intrigued.

“What’s going?” asks Jungkook, looking at the boy beside him, the boy shrugs his shoulder, holding his phone trying to record the fight. The fight did not last for long before the school Deans and teachers also came running to stop the fight, the crowd by then has already disbanded, no one wanting to be in trouble. The two girls were taken by the Dean, as he dismisses everyone, telling them there was nothing to watch. Jungkook and Yugyeom return to their table where Crystal was sited eating her French toast.

“That was ing wild,” says Yugyeom.

“Yeah,” says Jungkook.

As soon the first bell rang, Jungkook said bye to his friends, rushing to class, in hopes he can have a chance to at least say hi to Jimin. He bumps into Sarah, he smiles, greeting her and she greets him back, he holds the door for her. As soon as he walks inside, his eyes land at Jimin, his golden dirty blonde hair standing out from everyone even those with blonde hair like his friend, Rachel. His head resting on his hands, staring at his notebook, something seemed amiss, he seems bothered and irritated. Jungkook takes a sit, glancing at him, they were still taking notes and learning about famous painters. As the soon as the tardy bell rang, Mrs. Jasmine started the class by asking how everyone’s weekend was but got incoherent rumblings from the students. She pulls down the projector,

“Today I am going to show you a documentary about Edvard Munch, a painter, I suggest you take notes for the quiz tomorrow, just focus on his style and techniques, it’ll take the whole class.” Jungkook sighs, he hated watching documentaries, he usually falls asleep, but this was an advance course class, he cannot afford to fail since he needs it for his college course. Mrs. Jasmine plays the documentary and takes a seat at her desk after dimming the lights.

Jungkook taking a break from taking notes shakes out his fingers that are starting to feel numb from all the writing. He glances at Jimin in front, who had his hand on his head, eyes glued to the screen, but he did not look like he was taking notes since the lights were dimmed. Jungkook Feeling bored, he picks up his pencil, at the bottom of the page, he starts doodling the shape of an egg, drawing lines that formed into a neck, his pencil moving smoothly on the paper, as his eyes glance at Jimin, sketching his fluffy hair with thin eyebrows, slightly chubby cheeks, that Jungkook found adorable. Then the ears and focusing on his full lips with the shape of Cupid's bow and then his eyes, a Monolid shape that is common for Asians, Jungkook could not help but smile while filling out his eyes, they’re beautiful. He stares at the sketch, shading in the hair, eyebrows and around him.

Getting close to the end of class, Mrs. Jasmine, pauses the video, they were not able to get through the whole documentary, she turns the lights back on and starts telling them about tomorrow’s quiz which consisted of ten questions and will be taken in the beginning of class and then finish the rest of the documentary. The bell rings, his eyes follow Jimin who was already out of the door, not even waiting for his friends, Jungkook sighs, wondering what was wrong with him, he was silent throughout the whole class, he did not smile or laugh.

“Wow, you’re really good at drawing,” says Sarah, peering at his sketch, Jungkook, panics, he forgot he still has his notebook open, he quickly closes it, hoping she did not recognize the sketch was Jimin. He clears his throat,

“Thanks,” he replies, shoving his notebook in his backpack,

“Are you in a club?” she asks

“Club?” he says, “Not really.”

“Well, you should totally come to check out the art club, we could use another member.”

“Hmm,” says Jungkook, not sure if he wanted to join any club even if it was an art club, he was in the art club his freshman year but found it boring, he left it after a week, “I’m not really interested in the art club.”

“Why not?” asks Sarah, feeling offended,

“Sorry,” he says, “I got to go.”

As the lunch bell rings, the history teacher, Mr. Dumpling or as most kids call him, Mr. Dump, due to his unbearable and strict rules, about teachers dismissing students and not the bell, takes his time finishing his lecture, Jungkook stares at the clock, his stomach was growling and top of it he has to go pee, he has been holding it for a few minutes. He taps the pencil against his notebook, waiting for Mr. Dumpling to finish, as soon as he was done talking, all the kids started shoving their notebooks in their backpack, rushing out of the classroom. Jungkook picks up his notebook, he was about to leave but the teacher calls him, he sighs and forces a smile, walking towards him, what the does he want now?

“Yes, Mr. Dumpling,” he says,

“I want to congratulate you on the test,” says Mr. Dumpling, “You are the only one who scored perfectly on the exam.”

“Um, thank you,” says Jungkook, his eyes glancing at the time,

“Keep up the good work, I’ll recommend you take the advanced class, next year.”

“Thank you,” says Jungkook, tapping his feet,

“Okay, that’s all,” says Mr. Dumpling, you can go to lunch. Jungkook smiles and walks out, he starts to walk fast heading for the bathroom, about to open the door but it swings open, coming face to face with Jimin, they both gasps, startled at the sudden action, stepping back,

“, you scared me,” says Jimin, Jungkook realizing it was Jimin, smiles, feeling embarrassed, Jimin moves out of the way letting him in, as he walks away. As soon as the door closes, he sighs, and quickly walks to the urinal, ping his jeans and sighing, his entire body relieved and free. After finishing, he zips up his pants and walks to the sink, turning on the faucet, washing his hands. He dries them and tosses the paper towel in the trash bin. He opens the door,

“Are you going to the cafeteria?” a familiar voice comes, he turns, eyes widen, Jimin standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. Jungkook looks to his other side, checking if he was talking to someone else, but no one else was in the hallway, most kids were either in class or in the cafeteria,

“I’m talking to you, “says Jimin, staring at him,

“Um, why do you ask?” asks Jungkook, clearing his throat to mask his nervousness, Jimin shrugs his shoulder, standing in front of him, silent for a second, Jungkook averts his eyes, to nervous to look at him in the eyes,

“Want to come with me?” he asks suddenly, taking Jungkook by surprised, not sure what he is asking, he stares at him, silently, confused,

“I’m going to the school park; do you want to come with me?” asks Jimin.

“School park?” mutters Jungkook, underneath his breath. He is confused because Rosewell has a closed campus rule, no one can leave school ground unless you were a senior with an open period. If Jungkook goes with him, he’ll technically be ditching, and if he is caught, he’ll be in trouble,

“Never mind,” says Jimin, walking away, Jungkook stares at him, debating if he should go, it is not like he has never ditched before, Yugyeom, Crystal and he use to do it occasionally, it was easy, especially during lunch, no one checks, many seniors have open classes during this time, he sighs. He jogs, catching up to Jimin, walking beside him,

“School food anyway,” he says, catching his breath, Jimin chuckles. They walk side by side outside of the school, he exhales, he was holding his breath throughout the whole time, hoping they do not get stopped, Jimin was quiet the whole, Jungkook kept stealing glances at him but looks away whenever Jimin turns to look at him. They head to the park, it was a few miles across from the school, it was isolated and small so not many people come here, no campus police drive through that side because even though it was not full, people still hanged out there with their kids. It is chilly since it was in the middle of January despite the sun shining brightly, Jungkook zips up his sweater.

Jimin stretches out his arms, breathing in and out,

“Ahh, the air feels so refreshed,” he says, laughing, Jungkook could not help but blush. They reach the park and head towards the swings, Jimin drops his backpack on the ground and sits on the swing, Jungkook follows him but just stands there, watching him throwing his feet up and swinging, higher with each kick,

“Get on,” says Jimin, laughing, Jungkook shakes his head no, he hated swinging, the motion made him sick since he was a kid but he could stop watching Jimin, his hair flowing with the wind and eyes closed, looking like a child, Jungkook laughs, wondering how someone can look so cute doing something as silly and childish as swinging. Jimin places his feet on the ground, coming to a stop,

“Sit,” he says, pointing to the other swing, next to him, Jungkook drops his backpack next to Jimin’s back and sits on a swing next to him, Jimin, holding the rope and facing him, Jungkook looks at him,

“Why’d you join the class so late anyway?” He really was not listening when the teacher was welcoming me into the class, Jungkook clears his throat, 

“Well I need the class for the college art course next year,” replies Jungkook, “It’ll be late too next year if I did not take it this semester.”

“Hmmm,” says Jimin, “You must really love art, wait, you’re a junior? Jungkook nods his head, perplexed, wondering if Jimin thought he was a senior,

“What grade did you think I am in?” asks Jungkook, staring at him,

“I thought you were a senior,” says Jimin, “You don’t look like a junior, you’re so tall.”

Jungkook guff’s, staring at him, his eyes scanning him, as usual, he was in a tight white collared button-up polo shirt with a black letterman jacket that was ped.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” asks Jimin, staring back at Jungkook, Jungkook clears his throat, he was completely immersed, feeling embarrassed, he gets off the swing, he picks up his backpack, and sitting back down on the swing. He opens his backpack taking out a lunch bag, placing it on top of the backpack, ping it, he takes out triangle shaped whole grain grilled chicken sandwich with two small orange juice cartons, he hands one to Jimin. Jimin laughs, taking the juice carton, he puts the straw in it, putting it between his lip. He and Jungkook glance at each other, smiling, Jungkook hand him a triangle sandwich.

After finishing their lunch, they started walking around the park, lunch period was almost over but Jungkook did not want to go back to school, exhausted, they sit on the  double slide, a breeze brushing up against his cheek, that were numb, from the cold, he could barely feel anything but he still wants to sit with Jimin on that slide for a little while longer.

“Hmm,” says Jimin, spacing out, “You’re dating that girl, name Crystal, right?” Jungkook raises his eyebrows, surprised at the randomness,

“Um, no,” he replies, “I mean, we went out, but we’re not together anymore, how do you know?”

“She is the volleyball team,” says Jimin, “I see you guys always standing at the lockers, with that other boy, um... what was his name? he is lives across from Bambam, I mean Arthit, we call him Bambam…”

“Yugyeom,” says Jungkook, Jimin smiles,

“Yeah, he lives next to Yugyeom,” he stretches his arm, he looks at his watch, “, shouldn’t you be heading back, the sixth period already started.” 

“Yeah,” says Jungkook, “But it’s kind of late now, might as well sit here, if I go back now and get caught, I’ll be in bigger then now.”

“Are you sure?” he says, voice soft, concern, “I don’t want you blaming me if you get in trouble.” Jungkook laughs,

“It’s fine, I don’t feel like sitting through French anyway, how long are you plan on staying out here?” he asks, hoping Jimin does not leave, he probably has an open period, meaning he could go home, but he was not sure, but did not want to ask. Jimin stares at him for a second, smiles, his smile made Jungkook’s heart flutter, remembering to how he was throughout the first period, it felt good to be the person he is laughing and smiling with.

“Guess, we’ll be sitting here for a while,” says Jimin, Jungkook watches him as he digs through his backpack, pulling out a white Apple iPod, he scrolls through, plugging in his earphones, he hands one earbud to Jungkook, “Want to listen to music?” Jungkook nods his head taking the wire and putting in the earbud. The song I Need a Girl by Trey Songz playing, Jungkook smiles, the melody was peaceful, just what they needed to relax.

“Is that song okay?” asks Jimin, “I can change if you don’t want to listen to it.”

“It’s fine,” says Jungkook.

They both lean back against the slide, Jungkook glances over at Jimin, who was nodding his head slightly and mouthing the lyrics with his eyes closed. He closes his eyes, not wanting the day to end, he could spend the whole day here, with the guy he likes, soft music with the cold breeze brushing up against their cheeks, underneath the clear blue sky and trees giving them shade, hoping that whatever was upsetting Jimin, he was feeling better now. Seeing him sad or frustrated made his heart sink and his mind restless trying to figure ways to approach him so he can comfort him, now he knows, all he has to do is be beside him, even if no one talks, just being near Jimin is enough for him. 

Without even realizing it, Jungkook fell asleep with Jimin beside him on the red double swing, nothing can ruin his perfect day- not even the phone call he knows his father will be receiving for missing classes.