Jungkook has never been particularly fond of communicating with people, and not because he led the distribution of others into levels, types and classes, and not at all because of the barriers erected around his very mysterious personality. The reason for this was his love for mythology, which began to manifest itself in distant childhood, thanks to the old grandfather's myths and legends, which were already a kind of ritual. Every Friday night, little Jungkook spent time in his grandparents' forest house, where, sitting by the fire at night, various wondrous and bizarre fables sounded, which the boy absorbed with exceptional passion.

Over the years, his little passion for the mystical and unreal turned into a real obsession. No, he did not look for ghosts, wandering the night streets of Busan, and did not attach special importance to every shadow, but those same myths always descended from his lips, and at each literature lesson he sounded his own stories about the unprecedented and unprecedented, which caused laughter of classmates and unwillingness to contact with such an eccentric. At first, this hurt and embarrassed young Jeongguk, but over time, such a reaction from those around him cared less and less, and he proudly took his place in the last row of the audience after reading another masterpiece, which should have been repeated today.

The weather today was pleasing with warm sunshine and blue, without a single flaw, sky, which was conducive to a walk, but not to another couple at the university, and even his favorite literature did not seem to be such a joyful event for Hooke, who was lying in his usual place at the end of the lecture hall. enjoying the light summer breeze coming from the window. The calm state of the guy and the reigning noise in the room was abruptly interrupted by the professor who entered, who, apparently, did not share the students' desire to skip today's lecture.

He was of average height with platinum-colored hair, large, obviously not suitable for his face, round glasses, which reflected deep, seemingly bottomless, black eyes. They did not at all give their owner unnecessary severity and gloom, but on the contrary emphasized the bright, slightly caustic, but elegant image of a young professor, who probably carried some kind of riddle on his shoulders, the solution to which Jeongguk could not find, each time getting lost in Kim Taehyung's whirlpools. when their gazes cross fleetingly. Sometimes the guy catches himself thinking: why are blue eyes equated to the ocean, their depth is comparable to shallow water, because a real abyss is dark as hell, and he saw both in the professor's black eyes.

 - Well, guys, for certain reasons, namely in honor of the beautiful weather, which, unfortunately, we cannot often contemplate, our lesson is transferred to another place, - Professor Kim said cordially.

Expecting a different outcome of events, the students sighed in disappointment and continued the former farce in the audience about some kind of injustice, that the best option would be for everyone to go home.

- Well, Professor Kim, maybe we'd better all go to the bar and have a glass of cold beer? - one of the main members of the group gave a voice, and the others supported him with a drawn-out whistle and applause, to which the professor furrowed his brows in displeasure and lowered the textbooks on the table with a crash. Frightened, Jeongguk returned to reality, focusing again on what was going on around him.

- I'm glad you're with us, Jeonggukie, the professor said somehow sarcastically, giving the guy a cheeky grin. “As for the others, I’m waiting for you at the exit from the university,” Kim snapped coldly and left the audience, leaving everyone bewildered by such a sharp change in mood.

It was always hard for Jeongguk to understand the professor and his mood swings, the cold restraint, then the sudden mischief that suddenly replaced her, some flickering cunning in his eyes, but what was invariably was Kim's complete interest in Jeongguk's mythical stories, his support and approval for the guy became stronger than the ridicule of classmates, so he stopped worrying about the strangeness of his personality.

The road to the forest did not take long, but the excessively high air temperature and the scorching sun made everyone feel how butter melts in a frying pan. Breathing heavily, with fatigue and thirst, the students decided to collapse in the first clearing they came across, which was completely hidden in the shade of a bamboo grove.