Intro. The sun was barely entered through the windows of the main hall of the school, but the noise was already typical of the first day: laughs, dragged backpacks, exaggerated greetings and many others with the face of "Why did I get up early for this?".
In the middle of chaos, Jungkook, with his jacket tied at the waist and headphones hanging his neck, walked as if he were his house. He was greeting half the world, distributing smiles and palmaditas on the back. He was not afraid to talk to strangers; In fact, he loved. For him, each person was a story he wanted to discover.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the dining room, in one of the longest ranks, there was Taehyung, with somewhat shrunk shoulders, the gaze stuck on the ground and the headphones put ... although it had nothing ringing. He only carried them so that no one would bother him.
Jungkook saw it from afar. I didn't know why, but there was something in him that caught his attention. Maybe it was that silent way of being, as if I wanted to become invisible in