Woori's POV

I was jolted awake by the deafening slap of the metal ruler against the table. The sound was so loud that it almost knocked me out of my seat if not for the guy that sat next to me.

"Kim Woori," The teacher said as she waved the metallic ruler in my face. "This is what, the fourth time you slept in my class?"

I yawned and wiped my tired eyes to look at her. "Yes teach, so what?"

Her face turned red and she hardened her jaw. I waited for her reply and when she didn't say anything I leaned my head on the table again.

The teacher let out a frustrated grunt then moved past me to the front of the class again. I watched as she tried to recover back to her usual teaching method but was horribly distracted, making her stutter.

"Hey, Woori." My desk mate, Joonah, leaned his head down next to me. "The midterms are coming, aren't you the least bit worried?"

I shrugged. "I'm not going to college, it doesn't matter."

He twirled his pen in his hand. "Just don't get held back, it's a miracle how you haven't yet."

I bit my lip and stared at the board, which was filled with today's history lesson, and yawned. Who would believe me if I said that I knew this stuff already? Who would believe me if I said that I aced every midterm and final?

No one.

I was always suspected of cheating and my grades never counted. They would treat it as if I had just barely passed because there was no evidence that I cheated.

Which, of course, was because I didn't cheat.

"Teach!" I stood up and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my uniform. "I'm leaving."

The whole class turned to look at me at once. They shared a judgemental eye with me then turned to each other and whispered quietly.

I narrowed my eyes and held my fist up threateningly. That shut them up. Yeah, that's right, go ahead and talk. Let's see how you all
do on the midterm.

"Woori, sit down." The teacher said desperately, but I ignored it. I turned around and dragged myself out of the silent classroom, feeling the deadly stares of the students behind me.

I made my way down the hall towards the tall oak tree I usually hangout at. The tall crooked trunk made it extremely easy for me to climb up and nestle down between the strong branches.

I breathed a sigh then slid my back down and curled up to sleep. A few minutes in to my shut eye, a familiar song woke me up. I blinked awake and straightened up to look for the origin of the voice.

A female, a nervous one.

I looked around and over the branches to see the long locks of a girl standing with the unmistakable figure of Jeon Jungkook, our schools irreplaceable golden maknae.

I groaned and nestled back down in my spot. Of course, another girl, another confession, and another broken heart.

I'm familiar with the process because I've seen way too many of them. Some come with flowers, others with chocolate, and this one, with song.

"Sorry." I heard him say. "My contract says that I'm not allowed to date."

I rolled my eyes. Again with that answer.

"But-"

"Sorry."

And that was how every one of them ended. I watched as the girl stomped away, leaving Jungkook to stand in the clearing by himself with his eyes wandering around, searching for his next course of action.

I shook my head in disbelief. The only reason why he's gained so much popularity was because he had debuted. Two years ago, no one paid him much attention. He was the good student who never seemed to be in class, and everyone just assumed that he studied a lot rather than be training for his debut.

"I know." His voice was so close, it was almost as if it was right beside me.

I blinked and looked down to see him leaning against the tree with his head hanging between his arms. Was he, talking to me?

"I'm so sick of dealing with these fake feelings they have for me." He continued. "I mean last year, when I liked Shina, she didn't even look at me."

I guess Shina was the girl that just ran off.

"I've gotten so many confessions that I can barely look at anyone in the eye now." He complained.

I scoffed. You're barely at school, why do you need to look at anyone?

"Jungkook, go to class." I muttered with a yawn. "Quit complaining about your perfect life."

There was a thump and I rolled over to see him on all fours, staring up at me in surprise. I stifled a laugh as I studied his expression.

"W-Woori!"

I grinned and blew him a kiss. "What's good, golden maknae?"

His face flushed red and he picked himself up, dusting the dirt off his pants. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

I waved him off. "Shouldn't you?"

"I just came back from my schedule-"

"Your point is?" I raised an eyebrow.

He flushed more then ruffled his hair. "I guess I should be going now then?"

I pointed him in the direction of the school, but he didn't move. I narrowed my eyes as we stared at each other in silence.

"Did you," he gulped. "Did you hear what I was-"

His voice trailed off and I pretended not to hear. I made a face and cupped my ear for him to see. "What's that you said?"

His face turned scarlet. He stomped his feet in a childish manner before turning up at me again. "Woori, don't spread what I said just now."

I softened my expression. "Who would I spread it to?"

He bit his lip then turned away without saying anything.

"Who would believe me?" I added not for anyone in particular to hear. Jungkook stopped in his tracks and looked up at me from the corners of his eyes. If I wasn't mistaken, his eyes looked almost apologetic.

Did he, actually listen to me?

Notes

Whats this? ANOTHER fan fic?

yes I'm crazy, this was one that I really enjoyed writing on Wattpad, and I thought I'd show some of you lovely ppl <3

-O.F