The sound of my phone hitting the tile floor was deafening. I squeezed my eyes shut, ready to die of shame.
"Woah!" Jungkook leaned down in one fluid movement. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry. Thank you." I quickly took the phone he handed me.
'Luckily, my phone case is thick, so there's only a small scratch.' I internally cried over my precious new phone nonetheless.
"Is it working properly?" Jungkook asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Yes—yes, it is. Don't worry," I assured him, quickly switching on the screen to show him it was fine.
.He nodded, a cute relief washing over his features. He glanced down at the screen of the phone he was still holding. His eyes suddenly widened, then sparked with curiosity.
"Woah, that wallpaper! Do you watch horror stuff?" he asked.
"Yes, I like watching horror and thriller series," I admitted.
"Really? Me too! I love it. Let's watch together sometime!" He took my hand and started shaking it, pleading with his wide, earnest doe eyes not to reject him.
'S-stop looking at me with those eyes! How can I ever say no?' I thought frantically.
I nodded quickly. "Of course, we can. I would love that." I smiled, and his bunny smile grew even wider.
Suddenly, Yuna slid back into her seat next to me.
"Girl, already making Kookie fall for you? I don't think Taehyung would like someone interrupting." she teased.
Jungkook grumbled, puffing out his cheeks and folding his arms. "Don't mention him. The hyungs are so busy these days, barely giving time to each other." He looked genuinely pouty. He was really cute when he did that, and I gathered that Taehyung was one of his older friends—his hyung. They certainly seemed close.
"Aww, mad Kookie," Yuna cooed. "But I heard the seniors are busy preparing for the school opening event. Every department has to put on a class representation, so they must be swamped."
"I know all that, but still—"
"Don't worry, we will give you company until your hyungs are free, right, Y/n?" Yuna looked at me hopefully.
Well, it's not like I was busy or anything, but if there were going to be people other than the three of us, I might actually die right there.
'Talking to strangers scares me more than any ghost in a horror film.'
"Yes, please, Y/n," Jungkook pleaded, joining Yuna.
Both of them looked at me with sparkling eyes and pouty lips, like toddlers asking their mom for ice cream. I couldn't resist.
"I can, but will there be more people?" I asked. I needed to be prepared for every social situation. I couldn't let my conversation skills fail and embarrass myself.
"Of course not! It'll be just the three of us and Daeun. She really wants to meet you too," Yuna said, glancing at Jungkook, who looked at her and then back at me.
"As I said, my hyungs are busy nowadays, so it will be just us. Don't worry," Jungkook confirmed, smiling reassuringly.
I smiled back and nodded my agreement.
We continued talking for a while, discussing when and where to plan the outing and sharing our interests. Jungkook, I discovered, was incredibly talented; he showed me one of his impressive art masterpieces on his phone. His other interests seemed to revolve entirely around his hyungs—singing, dancing, and all their shared activities. Yuna, on the other hand, couldn't stop talking about Daeun. She spoke so sweetly about her, almost worshiping her.
'Hmm, cute... are they girlfriends, or maybe just really close friends?'
I decided I couldn't judge just like that; until it was confirmed, I shouldn't assume things. The same goes for Jungkook and this Taehyung guy.
A few minutes later, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom. It was time for the first class to start.
"Students, take your seats, please," the teacher said, looking around the class and tapping his books on the desk.
Spotting a new face, he looked at me and prompted me to introduce myself.
"I am Y/n, nice to meet everyone. Please take care of me," I said, standing up and offering a genuine smile toward the teacher, who smiled back.
"I am Yan Mingu, your homeroom teacher, and I teach Math. You can call me Mr. Yan, like everyone else. Students, please help your new classmate settle in, alright?"
Mr. Yan told me that if I had any doubts, I could come to him or the class representative. Just like that, our first class began.
'But—seriously? First class and what... Math? I quit.'