First day : Morning ritual
Night School [Hiatus]
Opening his eyes, Jungkook saw the room full of light. That murky space between sleep and consciousness, wrapped in the quilt and immaculate whiteness of the walls of the room seemed like he was in heaven.
He looked at the clock on the desk - six-thirty.
Would he ever had been awake so early in his whole life? Maybe during that family trip to France a few years ago, but never willingly. And not only because of the lessons. While stretching and yawning , he heard voices in the hallway. The cool morning air will cooled down the room.
Sat on the bed and looked at the open window. Hadn't he closed it the night before? He remembers doning it so, but now the window was wide open, as he had put her when he sat on the desk in the middle of the night.
Perhaps he dreamed that he closed it.
- See if you pull yourself together , Jungkook - muttered under his breath as he got out of the bed. Dressed robe and putting on the slippers, wrapped bottle of shampoo and toothbrush in a towel and hurried across the hall, concerned with the issue of sharing the bathroom.
In contrast to the previous night, when she was so empty that only echoes were heard, now the huge divide was steamy and motion, but there was a free shower. Relieved by those showers aren't without partitions, like « all in fur and wet » Jungkook closed the curtain and saw a corner to undress and dress on a spacious white cubicle. Everything was spotlessly clean.
In fact, the facilities weren't so bad. It had plenty of room, a hook to hang the robe and even a polished wooden stool to put the slippers, so as not to get wet. To feel the stream of hot water hitting his body, improving his mood almost immediately. Shortly after, with a towel over his wet hair, found a free sink where he could brush his teeth, not feeling particularly bothered by having so many people around. Wrapped in a white robe, like all the guys who were there, it was impossible for anyone to know that he was the new student.
Back in his room, quickly wore his uniform and brushed the damp hair. His hand stopped up on the eyeliner ..... but ultimately did not take it from the case. The style there seemed to be different from what was used in his previous school in Busan.
Grabbed pen and papers and stucked them in a dark blue bag he had found in the closet. Putting it over one shoulder, he went down the stairs at seven o'clock, well before the limit of the seven and a half to the breakfast.
07/01/14 - Guys i'm having problems with updating this fic 'cuz of the weather . Thanks for the waiting
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