Just One Day (BTS)

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” says the girl, her blue eyes bright and curious. She is wearing a pair of Doc Martens with her uniform, a belt around the waist of her plaid skirt. The sleeves of her blazer are rolled up and she wears hoop earrings that poke through her straight blonde hair.

“I’m new,” I say, “My name is Eun Ha.”

“And you’re hanging out with these weirdos?” Lisa says with a laugh. “Anyway, I think this apple is ruined. But I’ll see you around, Eun Ha.”

“Bye, Lisa,” I say, wondering how on earth she could be so cool.

The blond boy laughs at her when she returns to the group, and she slaps his arm.

“Hey, Namjoon!” Hoseok yells over, pausing the basketball game. Yoongi looks rather annoyed at this, literally having to jump to smack his friend over the head.

“What?” the silvery blond haired guy asks with a laugh.

“Are you going to talk about the basketball team in your midday announcements?” Hoseok demands.

“Not even if you paid him,” Lisa called back.Hoseok laughs nervously.

“What are they talking about?” I ask the two boys sat either side of me.

“Namjoon runs the school radio,” Jungkook fills in. “Didn’t you hear him over the PA this morning?”

I shake my head.

“You must have missed it,” says Taehyung, “But he does the announcements, basically. He talks about sports and academic stuff, I suppose he’ll start advertising the music department and personal tutors soon.”

“Music?” I ask, vaguely interested.

“The music department runs a musical or variety show,” says Taehyung, “The older students have been talking about it.”

“Ha, like we’d do that,” Jungkook scoffs.

“Why, can’t you sing?” I say.

“Can you?” he asks, looking offended.

“Well, of course,” I answer confidently, but quickly glance away from him.

“Anyway, that stuff is boring,” he says.

“You always complain that school is boring,” says Taehyung.

“Well, it is!”

“Then how come you’re such a swot?”

“Excuse me, I am not-”

“Dude, have you seen your grades?”

“About the personal tutor thing,” I cut in quickly.

“Yeah?” Jungkook says, immediately returning his attention to me.

“Jin mentioned that before,” I explain, “Don’t the members of the Academic society offer tutoring?”

“Jin the Prefect,” Jungkook says in a singsong voice.

“Do you need a tutor?” Taehyung questions.

“Not me, I mean, Jin asked me to meet with the Academic society,” I mumble.

“Oh,” he says, looking at his feet.

“You want to hang out with Eomma Jin and the Academics?” Jungkook asks incredulously.

“Just ‘cause you don’t want to,” Taehyung mutters, “You’re actually smart enough.”

“Hang out with us,” Jungkook says, “You don’t want to waste time tutoring people.”

I stay silent.

“We should probably head to class soon,” says Taehyung.

“Aw, yeah, let’s go,” says the brown haired boy.

“I need to get my books from my locker first,” I say.

“2471!” Taehyung says, immediately brightening up, “We’re locker neighbors! I can show you the way.”

“Thanks, Taehyung,” I say gratefully, already half-forgetting how to get to my locker.

“I’m going to go find Rocky,” says Jungkook, “He’s in our next class.”

“Have fun!” says Taehyung, before leading the way into the school building.

“I didn’t know whether I’d be able to find my locker again,” I say with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, it’s only your first day,” he says. “So… why did you transfer?”

“I moved house,” I explain, “I actually only just moved in on the weekend.”

“Oh, really?” he says in surprise. “Do you need any help?”

“No, I’m okay, thank you,” I reply, “I’ve still got some boxes to unpack but I’m fine.It’s not the moving house I was worried about.”

“You were worried about… making friends?” he asks, looking curiously at me. “You shouldn’t have any problem.”

“Thanks, Taehyung,” I say, glancing at my shoes, “But a lot of people think I’m really weird.”

“Yeah?” he says with a shrug.“Everyone thinks I’m from another planet.”

I laugh. “But, really, I always say the most random things.”

Taehyung looks distracted before he starts giggling.

“Am I really that funny?” I question, unable to keep the smile off my face.

“A tiger, though, a tiger in the library,” he says, his voice climbing several octaves with his laughter. “I actually don’t think you’re that strange.”

“I’m good at hiding it,” I reply with a shrug.

“Here’s your locker,” he says, gesturing to locker 2471. “This one’s mine,” he adds, unlocking number 2470 and opening it. Several pencils and scrunched up pieces of paper fall out. “Your locker’s much tidier than mine,” he says.

“Only because I’ve got literally nothing in it,” I reply, swapping my books over.
I glance around his locker door and spot a mirror tacked to the inside. A collection of post-it notes also adorn the inside of the door. One unsticks itself and falls to the floor.

“Is that a mirror?” I ask, smirking slightly, “Do you check your hair every morning?”

“No,” he says slowly, his tanned hands going to his hair. “I bet you had a mirror in your last locker.”

“Of course not,” I say adamantly, though I am lying, “You know mirrors can be bad luck?”

“If you break them?” he guesses, bending to pick up the fallen post-it note which is a bright orange, matching his hair.

“No, if you see someone in the reflection behind you,” I say creepily, “I once saw a girl…”

He looks at me expectantly.

“With so much makeup on, I literally thought a clown had walked into the school,” I finish, though I cringe slightly at my own words.

Taehyung bursts out laughing. He glances at the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he says.

“Taehyung,” I say, throwing him a look.I close my locker and lock it. He does the same.

“Do you not like clowns, then?” he questions as we start walking down the corridor.

“No, they’re really scary,” I admit.

“They are, aren’t they?” he agrees, “Did you hear about what happened in America?”

I shake my head.

“Apparently people are dressing up as clowns and going round with chainsaws,” he says in a serious tone.

I stare at him, my mouth falling open.

“I’m being serious,” he says.

“That is horrible,” I utter, “If I get nightmares, I’m blaming you.”

“Oh, please don’t!” he cries, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m joking,” I say with a deadpan expression.

“Oh, okay,” he laughs, “You know what I’ve been wondering lately?”

“What?” I say, following him down the corridor to the Biology class.

“Those clowns going round with chainsaws,” he explains, “Are they real clowns or fake clowns?”

“Taehyung,” I interrupt, “What actually is a real clown?” I shake my head and we both start laughing.

“Now, I don’t even want to know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook says loudly. He is standing outside the lab room next to a shorter boy with chestnut brown hair.

“Actually,” Taehyung begins.

“Eun Ha, don’t encourage his weirdness,” Jungkook cuts him off.

“I probably can’t help it,” I say with a shrug.

“I’m Rocky,” the other boy says, placing a hand on his chest.

“Eun Ha,” I say, “I’m the transfer student.”

“I hope you’re good at Biology,” he says with a grin, “I’m terrible.”

“You can just ask me,” Taehyung says.

“Dude, really?” Jungkook asks.

“Or him,” Taehyung corrects himself. “I’m actually good at remembering Biology stuff.”

“You might want to work on your essays, though,” Jungkook suggests.

“Ooh,” says Rocky, looking personally injured at such a statement. He glances from Taehyung to Jungkook.

“Can we go in?” I ask, wanting to avoid all this tension.

“Yeah, let’s go,” says Rocky, leading the way. Once we are all seated, the teacher stands up. I’m sitting next to Rocky, on the other side of who sits Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Today we will be dissecting a pig’s kidney,” says the teacher.

Rocky pales.Jungkook actually looks excited by this. I wrinkle my nose and exchange a glance with Taehyung.

“This is going to be horrible,” Rocky says, pulling a face.

“Bad luck,” I say with a sigh.

“I should take down that mirror in my locker,” Taehyung mutters. I smirk, glancing at him. He looks back and smiles at me.

Notes

Annyeonghaseyo! Apologies for the wait ^.^
Hope you like this chapter!!
Please note that Rocky is from Astro.
Next chapter up in a few days.
Fighting!