Jungkook hated it.

Hated the feeling of utmost boredom that engulfed him. It was as if it was a never ending cycle.

He hadn't done any of the work he was supposed to yet. It's not that he's one of those typical 'bad boys' of the school who have their white shirts untucked, their ties loosely hanging from their blazers, not bothered to turn the collar of the blazers the right way. Walking around, carelessly, like they owned the whole place.
No, he was actually not that bad. Just a regular student, doing the work somewhat alright, just breaking a couple of rules here and there; but today was one of those days.
The days where he can't be asked to even lift a pencil and the first day hadn't even ended.

However, he wasn't the type to follow the crowd because he had his own crowd following behind him.

He waits till his teacher is no longer paying any attention his way so he is able to slip out the door unnoticed. Perks of sitting near to the class exit.

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The slow beats of his heart were the only thing that reminded him that he still was alive.

Face to face with the disappearing irises. They looked dead - having no sense of life in them whatsoever. Totally emotionless, as those irises continued to stare into the young boy's soul.

Jungkook frantically shakes his head in order to make the sight he just witnessed, vanish from his memories.

But no.

This was real.

Those eyes again.

Jungkook visibly shivers. His doe eyes wide in fear. Eyes darting everywhere but the vision laying in front of him.

It would be rare where Jeon Jungkook would admit he was petrified.
His hands automatically curling into fists, in a way to protect himself.
His words were stuck in his throat. He wanted to yell, scream, ask for help, just wanted to leave - but he couldn't.

Jungkook felt his throat closing up, like someone was forcefully strangling him; but he saw no one. Not a single individual around or near him, well expect of those organs of sight.

The vulnerable boy tried to gasp for air but it was as if someone had captured of the oxygen in the world and there was none left.

His hands, on reflex, go to his throat. Trying to get free. Stretching the skin near his mouth so he would be able to form words once again. Fingers curling at the amount pain he felt - it was indescribable.

The sound of heels clicking on the marble floor becomes more pounding every passing second, like it wasn't someone coming, but rather a indication, a warning.

In an instant, Jungkook feels his throat opening up, voice coming back to him. His soft hands untying themselves from the rough, harsh hold.

And just like that, the bewildering pair of eyes vanish into thin air...