Overdrive || JJK (M)

Walking off campus immediately started with an encounter with the last person you wanted to see.

"What do you want?" you gritted out, shoving past Jungkook and making sure your skin didn't brush his. He turned on his heel without missing a beat, striding beside you easily—it really got on your nerves, if you were being honest.

He didn't answer you, simply walking beside you and observing you. You shot him an unappreciative look and continued on your way to the parking lot, shoving your hands into your pockets and digging for your keys, holding them in your palm tightly.

Something about him just raised your hackles.

Finding your car proved to be simple enough and you unlocked it with a press of the remote. You grabbed the handle, fully prepared to just leave the boy in the dust, but when you pulled the door open, Jungkook shoved his hand against the window and shut it again.

"Hey—!"

Whirling you around, your eyes went wide and your mouth gaped as he pressed you against the driver's door of your car. Your heart was pounding up a frenzy inside of your chest, rattling against your ribs painfully. His dark eyes focused on you and he said nothing, remaining completely silent.

And, somehow, you felt safe.

What the hell was happening? Your brain was screaming at you to do something, to kick him, to scream—anything. But you didn't, simply opting to stare right back at him, unnerved at the odd feeling you had bubbling inside of your belly at what you saw in them.

Get yourself together!

Your chests were brushing and you swallowed roughly, caged in by his arms on either side of you. He seemed to be trying to unlock all of your secrets simply with his stare and all you could think was that you couldn't let him touch you.

"Get off, you creep," you mumbled, not meaning to sound as frightened as it came out.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking down at the narrow space between your bodies. "I'm not on you," he murmured in response, though he stepped back anyway.

You huffed as he took a step away from you, almost not wanting to straighten up as it would just result in you getting closer to him—which you definitely did not want to do.

"So you know my aunt?" was what he asked next, startling you as you brushed imaginary dust from your arms. You shifted away from the car door to relieve the pressure of the edge of the notebook inside your backpack that was digging into your lower back.

"Yes?" you replied, suspicious of him.

"Are you close?"

You sighed and turned so your back was facing him, opening your car door all the way this time so you could toss your backpack into the front seat. "Not particularly," you mumbled, pivoting halfway to glance at him. He was watching you with narrowed eyes. "Why?" you continued.

Jungkook shrugged. "No reason," he replied. "I noticed you live close by to her and she doesn't have anyone here."

You squinted your eyes at him, mind wandering for a split second. His silvery eyes remained on yours as if he was calculating something that you didn't know. "Well, she gets by. I see her sometimes. My mom, too."

He nodded his head and glanced away for a brief moment. Wait—hadn't his eyes just been brown?

"Well, if your interrogation is over—" you started, beginning to look away from him.

"Wait—!"

His fingers brushed the top of your hand resting on your car door as he moved to stop you, and it was like lightning struck your fingers where his touched yours. You gasped without meaning to, sparks zipping through your fingers and wrist, traveling through your veins to the rest of your arm and spreading down to your toes until your entire body was tingling. Everything was tinged pink again, as if you'd put on sunglasses with a rose-colored tint on the lenses.