Jungkook Bad boy

Everyone is sitting down on the grass, legs crossed or stretched out, lazily listening to the teacher explain the game y'all are about to play. The sun is hidden behind thick clouds, casting a dull light over the stadium, making everything feel a little less intense. You sit on your own, a little apart from the girls in your class. You don't hate them – but you don't like listening to their conversations either. So instead, you sit near the boys, who don’t really care about your presence since you're the quiet nice girl. You're sat more precisely, next to him. Jungkook. The bad boy of the class. The one who always gets in trouble, always looks like he’s five seconds away from doing something reckless just for the thrill of it. He’s leaning back on his hands, looking completely uninterested in whatever the teacher is saying. Minutes pass, and you focus on the teacher’s words, even if your mind is wandering. And then—without a single warning—you feel movement beside you. Before you can react, Jungkook shifts, letting out a quiet sigh before resting his head on your lap. A few of the boys glance, smirking, but no one says anything. Jungkook doesn’t care. His eyes are half-lidded, his expression unreadable.