5.

Jennie P.O.V

"Jungkook! Here!"

I got frightened by Rosé suddenly standing up and shouting. "For God's sake, Rosie! I almost spilled my drink on my Chanel dress!" I exclaimed, clutching my chest.

"I'm sorry," Rosé apologized, sitting back down. Bunny boy came up to where we were seated. He looked somewhat flustered?

"Oh, look, it's bunny boy," I said smirking. He had the audacity to ignore me. I scoffed. He greeted everyone with handshakes.

"You do look like a bunny. I'm gonna call you bunny boy too." Lisa laughed. I snorted, looking at Jungkook, who looked like he was regretting all his life decisions.

Jungkook walked towards the unoccupied table, opposite to ours and picked up the heavy chair effortlessly with one arm, setting it down in between my chair and Rosie's.

I was gawking the entire time; our close proximity enabled me to have a better look at him. He had a pretty sharp jawline which extended till his pierced ears.

He had about three piercings in each ear, and two helix piercings on his right ear.

His round eyes suddenly caught mine and a glint of smugness appeared in them. His upper lip disappeared into his smirk.

I quickly looked away, flustered. He leaned towards my ear, a bit too close to my liking.

"Like what you're seeing, darling?" He whispered, his voice suddenly sounding husky, which sent shivers down my back.

No, you have a lovely, and amazing boyfriend, Jennie. Stay loyal.

"I have a boyfriend, and he's much better than you, darling."

"I'm sure he is. After all, he chose you as his girlfriend, didn't he?" He said, smiling extra widely.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" I raised my voice.

"Now, now Jennie, don't shout. We are in a public place. You don't want people to stare at you weirdly, now do you?" Jungkook spoke slowly, as if he was explaining something to a child.

My blood started to boil. "Boy, if you don't—"

I had gotten up from my seat, when Jisoo interrupted our argument. "What would you like to eat, Jungkook? Jen? Why did you stand up?"

"Yes, Jennie, sit down." Jungkook was enjoying this way too much.

I just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face, but yelped when I felt myself being pulled down.

"That hurt, Sooya!" I said, glaring at Jisoo who had plopped me into my chair. Jisoo just shrugged and once again, asked Bunny boy what he wanted to eat.

I folded my arms angrily and sat back, sipping my cold cappuccino rather aggressively, almost spilling it all over myself. Again.

I groaned. Life sucks.

"I don't know, what do you suggest I should buy?" Jungkook replied back.

"The hot and sour noodles are very tasty. They're a big hit in this cafe," Sooya said eagerly.

"And if you ever come here just for snacks, I suggest trying the Cinnabons. They're delicious," Rosie added in. Jungkook nodded.

"For now, I guess I'll just have the hot and sour noodles." He decided.

"Alright, two bowls of noodles, two bowls of fried rice and a plate of sandwich with avocados sliced on the top. Anything else?" Sooya asked, standing up.

"A caramel macchiato too, for me, please," Jungkook said, sitting back on his chair comfortably. Jisoo nodded and went up to to the counter to order our food.

"So, Lisa. What's your major?" Jungkook tried making small talk.

"I'm in the arts section. I'm majoring in dance," Lisa said, enthusiastically, "what about you, Bunny boy?"

"Neurobiology," he said, less than enthusiastic. Everyone could feel that he was annoyed.

"Okay, I won't you call you Bunny boy if you don't want me to," Lisa said, apologetic.

"Huh? Oh, no, you can call me whatever you want to." He was still frowning.

Jisoo walked back to our table and sat down beside me after giving the order at the counter.

"Do you not like neurobiology? Is that why you're so grumpy?" Rosé asked.

"That's not it. Neurobiology is okay, but it's not exactly my. . . passion."

"What's your passion then?" I asked, genuinely curious. He sighed.

"Music. That's my passion. I love singing and producing music."

He looked slightly happier talking about music, which showed me just how much he loves music and how passionate he is about it.

Then why didn't he choose the arts section, and major in music, like me?

"Why are you majoring in neurobiology, then?" Sooya had asked the question which was in my mind.

Jungkook just smiled sadly. "My parents said that music was nothing but a distraction for me and that having a major in science will guarantee a successful career in life. So, I chose the first subject I saw in the list. Which was neurobiology."

"That's some bullshit." I didn't filter out my thoughts.

"So, your parents just told you to take science as a major and you silently obliged?" Lisa asked.

"More like forced music out of my life and forced me to major in science," he scoffed, but I could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"That's messed up. Didn't they ask what you wanted to pursue?" Rosé asked.

"No, they didn't. . . Jisoo, what about you? What's your major?" Jungkook changed the topic but we didn't question anything because we saw how devastated he looked. His parents are a sore topic for him.

"All of us, except for smartass Rosie here, who's in the same branch as you, are majoring in different arts. Lisa is majoring in dance, I'm majoring in music and Sooya is majoring in drama," I said, sipping the last of my cappuccino and setting the empty cup on the table.

"Oh, that's great." Jungkook smiled.

No one said anything for the next minute and the silence at the table was far from comfortable. Rather, it was suffocating and awkward.

Thankfully, a waiter came to our table, carrying our food and carefully placing it down, in turn shattering the tense atmosphere.

"Oh, look, the food is here!" Lisa said, clapping her hands. We all burst into laughter at her oddly enthusiastic behavior, and dug into our food.

***

It was a slightly awkward lunch, what with Lisa and Rosé choosing to ignore the obvious mutual attraction between them, and them accidentally touching legs and apologizing profusely as if they had committed some sort of sin, and both of them dropping their fried rice on themselves.

Sooya, Bunny boy and I were physically face palming.

Rosé stood up first. "Well, Jungkook? We better get going. I'm showing him around the campus so he knows his way around," Rosé spoke the former to Jungkook, and the latter to us.

"I'm coming. I have nothing better to do anyways," Lisa said, not bothering to stifle her yawn.

Rosé's cheeks turned a slight pink and turned to look towards me and Sooya with a begging look in her eyes. "What about you both? Would you also like to come?" The pleading tone was evident in her voice.

Jisoo and I looked at each other and shared a smile. We turned back to face them and shook our heads.

"We can't come, we have to go to a party."

"We can't come, we have to go the library."

Jisoo and I spoke at the same time. Lisa and Rosé gave us questioning looks and Jungkook just looked amused, standing casually with his hands inside his pocket. I slightly panicked.

"What we meant was that we have some homework to finish in the library, then we have a party to go to. Yeah. Sorry, we can't come with you. Have fun!" Jisoo quickly made up.

"Yes, have fun!" I added in. They seemed satisfied with the response and left. We both sighed in relief.

"A party? Seriously, Jen?" Jisoo said, glaring at me.

"That was the first thing that came to my mind!" I defended. She just shook her head with a small smile on her face.

***

Rosé P.O.V

Jungkook, Lisa and I were now walking out the cafe, to show Jungkook around the campus.

There was a sickening silence around us, and we could literally hear the others breathe.

I was grateful for this silence, however, since it gave me time to think about many things; think about how awkward this was, about how pretty Lisa looked right now and about my feelings for her.

It had all started a few months back, when I was in Math class, getting bored out of my skull.

Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike Math, but Mr. Wonwoo's lectures are super tedious, and seem to go on and on. I was particularly bored that day.

I'm not sure if it was because of the humid weather, or the fact that Jen was sitting away from me, because of a stupid little fight we had.

Either way, I was dozing off, not at all paying attention to the lecture on inverse trigonometry or some bullshit like that.

I lazily glanced at Jen; she was staring straight ahead, but had a little frown on her lips and her hands were gripping her desk fiercely which made her knuckles turn white. She was clearly pissed.

Slight guilt took over me as it was my fault the argument had even started.

I felt the need to apologise, so I tore out a page from my book, and wrote 'I'm sorry Jen bby :( I didn't mean to say that. You're perfect the way you are, and screw those who think otherwise.' on it.

I crumpled it, and looked at Jen again who was sitting two seats ahead of me, towards my left, near the front of the classroom.

I threw it to her, but unfortunately for me, I put a little too much force into my throw, and it ended up right next to Mr. Wonwoo's foot. He obviously saw it, and looked at it for a second before bending down to pick it up.

I was hoping he would just let it slide, and continue with the class, but as luck never seems to be on my side, he opened it, and well, let's just say he looked furious.

Now, enraged Mr. Wonwoo is not someone you should mess with.

"WHO DOES THIS BELONG TO?" He roared, his angry eyes scanning everyone's face in the room, searching for a guilty one among the crowd.

We made eye contact for a second, and I immediately looked down.

"Miss Rosé, is this yours?" He suddenly asked, making everyone whip their heads towards me.

'Damn it.'

I slowly got up, hands trembling, and palms sweaty. "Uh. . . I, uh—" I tried to think of something to say, but felt myself blanking out.

'Come on brain, don't die on me now.'

I could see Jen panicking from my peripheral vision, and that made me feel slightly better.

'At least she doesn't totally hate me.'

She knows how much I dislike Mr. Wonwoo and how intimidated I am by him.

"Still waiting." I heard Mr. Wonwoo say, a little venom present in his voice. Eyes never leaving the table, I felt my vision blurring, and heartbeat start to quicken.

I was on the verge of tears, but then I heard a sweet voice say, "No, Sir, it was mine."

I immediately looked up, to see a really pretty girl with short black hair, make her way to the front of the classroom. I was still in a daze as to what was happening, when I heard Mr. Wonwoo telling me unkindly to take a seat.

I sat down, rubbing my sweaty palms on my skirt before pulling it down, and heard Mr. Wonwoo lecture the girl something about how getting into trouble on the first day is disgraceful.

'Oh, she's a new student? No wonder I had never seen her around before.'

I finally looked up, hoping to see the new girl, and found her already staring at me, her face expressionless, which I found weirdly attractive.

I felt my face heat up, but ignored it, and mouthed a small 'thank you', whilst flashing her an apologetic smile. She just nodded, and sat back down in her seat.

The bell rang soon after, and I packed all my things, stuffing them into my blue bag.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and left the classroom in search for the new girl; I wanted to properly thank her. After all, she took the blame for me and got lectured by Mr. Wonwoo on her first day here.

I looked for her for quite some time and almost gave up when she was nowhere to be seen.

I was walking dejectedly, looking down, when I suddenly bumped into someone. I apologized and looked up, to see the new girl with a black and white bob, looking back at me with an amused glint in her eyes.

"Oh! It's you!" I said, in a shocked tone, because I wasn't really expecting to find her.

"Yeah, it's me, why do you looked so surprised, though?" She asked, shoving her hand into her jean's pocket.

"Uh, I was actually looking for you," I said fiddling with the straps of my bag.

"You were? Why were you looking for me, hun?" She asked tilting her head, which had made her perfect hair tilt too.

I felt my breath hitch. 'Hun?'

"I, uh, wanted to thank you. For, you know, saving me back there," I had said, scratching my head.

"Oh, it's no problem, Rosé!" She had a grin on her face, which just seemed to add to her already thriving beauty.

"Wait a minute, how do you know my name?" I asked, slightly freaked out.

"That's what Wonwoof had called you earlier." I internally slapped myself for not thinking of that before.

"Oh, yeah. Also, Wonwoof?" I questioned giggling slightly.

"I may be new here, but I can see he's the barking type of person, who shouts at anything and everything. So I call him Mr. Wonwoof. Or simply Wonwoof," she said with a straight face. I burst into laughter and she joined in.

"And, I'm sorry for getting you into trouble by the way, on your first day that too," I added, feeling guilty.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I would've gotten into some kind of trouble either way." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow, you're the trouble making kind, eh?" I said laughing. She just grinned cheekily and glanced at her watch and widened her eyes.

I was about to ask her what's wrong when she suddenly hissed. "Oh shit, I'm late. I have to go somewhere, it was nice meeting you, Rosé!"

"It was nice—" she had dashed away before I could even complete my sentence, "—meeting you too." I was left speaking to air, when I had realized I hadn't even asked her for her name.

I was eagerly waiting for the next Math class, something that was highly unusual, as Math class was the class I dreaded the most.

This time, I was determined to ask for her name.

After class ended, I quickly gathered all my belongings, and ran out of class behind her, before she disappeared again.

Outside, she was talking to some of the girls I had seen around once or twice from the Drama department, but never bothered to talk to.

I waited for her to say goodbye to them, and internally debated with myself on how I should approach her.

'Wait, why am I even behaving like this? It's not like she's an idol or anything. . . I just need to get her name!'

I saw her bid them goodbye, and slowly walked over to her, gently tapping her shoulder. "Hey! It's me, Rosé."

"Of course I know who you are, silly." She giggled, a noise that sounded like music to my ears.

"Yeah, but I don't," I said slowly, playing with a strand of my long pink hair.

Lisa gave me a questioning look, and I nervously chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant you never told me your name. Uh, not like you're obliged to tell me, I framed that wrong. . . I meant I never asked for your—"

"Woah, slow down, darling. Why wouldn't I tell you my name?" She asked, interrupting my rambling.

"Well, I don't know, I just thought you wouldn't want to tell me—"

"No, no, we are friends right? Don't think like that, Rosé," she said, placing her hands on my shoulder, "I'm Lalisa Manoban, but I prefer to be called Lisa."

I was so deep in thought, I hadn't realized where we were going, or where we were, for that matter. I would've bumped into a tree and broken my poor nose, if not for Jungkook.

He grabbed my arm, and gently pulled me back, preventing me from hitting the tree.

Unfortunately, our position was a little intimate; my back was on his chest, and his muscular arm was secured around my tiny waist, with his other hand holding my arm.

We didn't realize it, until Lisa swiftly, flicked Jungkook's arm away from my waist, and pulled me to her side, quickly linking our arms.

Heat rose up to my face, because of our close contact, and I wanted to slap myself for getting flustered for such a small thing.

On the other hand, Jungkook somehow looked worse than me; his ears were painted red till the tip, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

I laughed lightly because of how similar he looked to a rabbit caught in headlights. I nudged Lisa, and pointed to Jungkook using my eyes. She caught on, and burst into laughter.

Seeing her happy, made my heart fill to the brim with happiness.

Jungkook looked even more flustered, and quickly cleared his throat, saying he needed to use the restroom. I smiled, and said, "Sure! We'll take you to the nearest washroom."  

"Thanks," he said, still not making eye contact. I chuckled, and pulled him towards the building to our right.

"This is the Arts building, Jungkook. The washroom's on the second floor, at the end of the corridor. It's impossible to miss, just follow the stench," I said, grinning and looking over at him

"Got it, thanks, Rosé," Jungkook said, before heading up the stairs, and out of our sight.

***

Jungkook P.O.V

I went up the stairs, past many doors, and colourful walls, finally reaching the washroom.

I did my business in the washroom and was washing my hands when I heard a mellifluous sound resonate through the walls. I halted my movements, and started listening more attentively.

'It can't be. . . La Campanella?! Who's playing this so wonderfully?'  I thought to myself in amazement.

I followed the sound of the piano, till I was in front of a door, that was just like the others, but had music notes engraved beautifully in the wood. I slowly pushed open the door, and peeked in, awestruck by the beauty in front of me.

A man in his early twenties was moving his long fingers gracefully over the antique piano, pressing each key delicately.

His head and body were moving along with the music, and crimped platinum blond hair, which fell over his forehead, was swaying with his movements.

His feline eyes were shut, lost in the melody he was creating.

His lips were slightly parted open in concentration. His pale skin was highlighted by the sun rays flooding inside the room through the window opposite to him.

His right leg was over the pedal, pressing it at all the perfect times.

I just stood there for a while, getting lost in the music, staring at him in awe.

I was shook out of my trance when there was sudden silence around me. I looked up and saw the man staring back at me.

"Were you just standing there the whole time, staring at me?" He spoke in a deep, ASMR worthy voice.

"Uh, yes." I was a little flustered.

"Yeah, not creepy at all," I heard him mutter.

"Uhm, that was really good. La Campanella is one of the most difficult pieces to perfect and you seemed to be playing it flawlessly. I'm really impressed," I said, hesitantly walking inside.

"Thank you, I guess. I have been practicing it for a long time," he said, standing up, and wiping his hands together. "Are you a new music student?"

"No, I'm in neurobiology," I said stiffly.

"How did you know about La Campanella then?" He asked. I grimaced slightly at his straightforwardness.

"I, uh, know a little about music too." I shoved my hands inside my pockets. It wasn't entirely a lie though. I did know about music, just not 'little'.

"Huh? Well, that's nice," he said, looking at me, tilting his head.

He reminds me of a cat.

"I'm Jungkook, by the way," I introduced myself, putting my hand forward. He came up to me and shook my hand. He's shorter than me.

"Min Yoongi."

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A / N

[211121,, this chapter has been revamped.]

Oh my god, that was so long—
That may as well be 2 chapters combined into one considering we won't be updating till April.
No more birthdays coming up, so no more special updates 😂

Wattshit was being a bitch and kept deleting whatever we were typing, so this was rushed and probably not as good as the original version >.<

3 pov's here, coz we just gave you only one in the last chap lmao
We know that we are focusing wayyy too much on Jungkook right now, but it's just till other characters come in. . . after that he'll be sorta less focused on, because we want to focus on everyone equally.

Happy Birthday Yoongi!! We love you with all our heart, and will always be here for you. . . Your live today was amazing, and i'm glad we didn't miss it.
Hope you're feeling better now, and make a speedy recovery :)

Anyways, that's all for today. No more updates until April. . . and we mean it this time💀

La Campenella is a beautiful piece of art. The link is above, so do check it out if you have time~

Vote and comment guys! It really means a lot to us :D

Byee and ATB for your exams again hehe

~ VeXo 💜
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