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 about it.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Dude, answer me.”

Jungkook comes back to his senses. “Yeah, yeah, I’m…uh…I’m fine.” He wonders how long the boy had been trying to talk to him. It’s not like he could tell with that black mask anyways.

Get ahold of yourself, he thinks. What happened to Jeon Jungkook, singer-songwriter sensation, who makes girls squeal just by posting a selca on Twitter?