Chapter 3

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Jungkook's POV:

Sehun takes me to our formroom. It's a vast, carpeted room painted in white full of desks and chairs. At the back there are thirty or so steel lockers and at the front is a blackboard and what I think is the teacher's desk, with a new-looking computer on top.

“However much you want to run back out screaming, don't,” Sehun says, gesturing at me to open the door. I bite my lip and peer through the glass square, trying to get a look at the type of people inside. There's butterflies in my stomach. I press the handle and push it, opening the door a bit. As soon as I step in, heads turn to face me and everyone is silent. I don't quite know what to do.
Sehun, luckily, steps in front of me.

“This is Jungkook,” he announces, and I feel my face burning with embarassment. This is the worst part of going to a new school. I avoid making eye contact with anyone, opting to look at my feet instead. One girl comes right up to me, and I almost collapse in shock.

“Hey,” she says, flicking back long, straight hair. “You're the new kid?”

“I..I-uh, yeah,” I stutter, scratching the back of my neck. Would it kill her to take a few steps back?

“Minji, you're scaring him,” giggles another girl. Minji laughs and places a pale hand on my shoulder.

“I'm not scaring you, am I?”

She is. She really is. Beads of sweat form at my hairline and I chew on my bottom lip, something I do when I'm nervous. The weight of her hand feels like a boulder. Girls always do this to me. I have to make the best of this situation.

“See? I told you Minji. You're way too forward,” the other girl says, accompanied by another giggle. God, are all Seoul girls like this?

“Sh-she's not,” I say, but my voice comes out as barely a whisper. Minji decides to throw an arm around my shoulder and drag me further into the classroom.

“I'm so not scary, Irene. Look, you don't mind me at all, do you Jungkook?” I'm very close to dying of embarassment. This is definitely not how I planned out my first day.

“Leave him alone,” Sehun interrupts, and Minji scowls.

“How about you off and put that nose of yours back into a textbook like usual? Nerd,” she snaps. Her sudden change of tone shocks me. Not as friendly as she seems. When she turns back to me, she's immediately smiling again. It's kind of creepy.

“Let me introduce you,” Minji says, twirling a lock of her hair around a finger. “This is Irene, Joy,