The school hallway was loud, crowded, and smelled faintly of floor cleaner and someone’s crushed granola bar. Lockers slammed. Someone’s phone played a tinny song from a cracked speaker. A group of juniors sprinted past, nearly taking out a freshman.

And somewhere in the middle of all the noise, Jungkook was looking for you.

He spotted you by your locker, and his whole face lit up like he hadn’t just seen you an hour ago in second period.

He was hiding it behind his back. Poorly. You could see the corner of a slightly crumpled paper bag.