He's My Only One

{Third pov}

"Hey! Wang, new girl!" Jungkook said pushing the girl’s arm off of the table. Kimma’s head slammed onto the table and she woke up abruptly. She raises her head from the table and turns to face the dumb boy who had caused the small lump forming on her forehead.

"What do you want?" She asked with annoyance as her eyes glared into the boy’s skull.

"Just because you put your phone on vibrate doesn't mean it won’t make noise. It's been vibrating in your backpack for hours and if you don't turn it off I swear I’ll throw it out this damn window!" Jungkook yells while giving Kimma a menacing glare. Her phone had been vibrating for what felt like hours and it had begun to annoy him.

Kimma rolled her eyes in response and grabbed for her cell phone in her backpack as everyone, including the teacher, stares at her.

"My father keeps calling me", she says out loud so everyone can hear. She answered the phone call as the teacher starts walking over to her desk.

"Dad, I'm at school. Couldn't you have called me later? Or did you forget that I have work to do? Not everything's about yourself father. Just because you got what you wanted doesn't mean you can just call me whenever you feel like it. I have a life too", Kimma said into the phone with anger.

The teacher finally came over to Kimma’ seat and extended his hand in front of her so she can hand over her phone. She sighs and reluctantly hands over her device.

Before she had the time to tell the teacher anything, he puts the phone on speaker so that the entire class can hear it. She begins to get angry at the teacher’s action and she huffs an annoyed sigh. The teacher gives her an upset look and of course has to state, "no cell phones during class".

But apparently her father didn't hear the teacher on the other end because he continued to talk as if his daughter was still listening on the other side of the phone.

"Listen Kimma... I didn't call you just because I wanted to... It's about your mom... She's..."

{Kimma’s POV}

"Listen Kimma... I didn't call you just because I wanted to... It's about your mom... She's..." My dad said almost choking on his words. I stood up immediately from the sound of that and snatch my phone away from the teacher’s hands. I quickly pressed the end button and walked towards Jungkook who was sitting in front of a medium sized window.

"Move,” I said emotionless as I tried to take deep breathes to hold in my emotions. I can't have anyone see me tear up now... I can just hold it in.

Jungkook looks up at me with a raised eyebrow, but still follows my request by sliding his chair backwards. The space in front of the window was now empty and I took a step forward, taking my flip phone and snapping it in half. I take a long glance out into the open window and the view in front of me before throwing it- the tears that I had been trying to hold back was already threatening to fall down.

I knew what my father was talking about, and I just hate to admit it to myself that it’s true... but my mom, my own mother, is gone...

I just- I didn't think that she would be gone so soon, so early. I knew that she wouldn’t be able to last any longer with the condition she was in right now but, she's finally resting in peace now, I guess.

I'm happy, yet sad and hurt at the same time- I'm happy in a way because she's now resting peacefully and no longer suffering from the pain she was going through everyday, but I'm hurt because, well, she's gone. I can never see her smiling face ever again. I can never hear the words, "I love you Kimma, have a good day at school!" or "welcome home sweetie! I hope your day was better then yesterday!" I can never feel her touch as she hugged me each and every day, her soft hands around me. I can never eat her cooking or listen to her humming as she washed the dishes with such care and tenderness. I’ll never be able to see her again.

All of the memories, all the fun times, they're all gone…

And the worst part is- that I never got to say goodbye to her..

"Hey Wang, are you alright?" my teacher asks as I feel his strong hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off and turned away from him with my eyes still teary. The class continued to stare at me as I walked back to my seat next to Jungkook, feeling my self esteem growing smaller with all the stares I'm receiving. I sat down and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "sorry for the interruption. You can continue now." With a slight nod from the teacher, he walked away from my desk and continued to talk about today's lesson as if nothing had happened moments ago.

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The bell finally rang, signaling the end of class. I stood up as I gathered my things into my bag. I look to my left to see that Jungkook has already left the classroom, and I can't help but let a small sigh escape. I'm actually glad he left early, or else he would have witnessed the tears that was about to drop. Quickly, I stood up from my seat while looking towards the floor, trying my hardest not to be noticed as I made my way out of the classroom.

"I can't cry now, just wait a little longer Kimma, then you can go home and cry all you want, but right now, you have to stay strong", I said to myself to keep the tears that I've been holding from falling.

"Hey! Wang!", I hear suddenly and i groan involuntarily. I try my best to blink away my tears and I spin around to see the owner of the voice. A boy with orange hair runs up to me and gives me a weirdly shapes bright smile.

"You have a rectangle smile," I said out loud without realizing as I noticed the shape of his lip. I didn't mean for the words to slip, but oh well, I said it anyways.

The boy in front of me only laughs in response and said, "yea I know that already. I've been told that it's a unique charm that I have."

"I'm sure that the only thing 'unique' about you right now is your bright orange hair", I said while turning around to walk away from him. I heard another deep laugh behind me and sees he running in front of me once again to stop me from walking away.

"You're pretty funny. We should be friends... what do you think?" he asked, leaning back and forth on his heels like a rocking chair. I finally took a closer look to see his face. His droopy cat eyes are clearly noticeable and his rectangular smile is still planted onto his tanned face.

Dammit, he's really cute.

Why does he have to smile like that? Now it's harder to even say no to him. I can already tell that this guy is going to be a pain in the ass just because of his looks. How can a guy make me feel so small because of his looks??

"Uh sure then, I guess", I say hesitantly as I slowly took a step back.

"Okay cool! My name’s Taehyung, but I already know your name anyways," he says cheerfully and smiling once again. He extended his hand out for a handshake, and I reluctantly took it to shake back.

"Do you need help finding your next class? I can help you if you want me to. Who do you have next?", he said as he lets go of my hand.

Of course he just has to be friendly too. Maybe I can be friends with him after all if he continues to act so nice to me.

But, maybe he's just playing around with me?

I guess I'll just find out eventually.

Without another word, I took the piece of paper with my schedule written on the front of it and handed it to him. I watch as his eyes skim down the paper and I notice his eyes practically sparkling as they look towards me once again.

"Oh, so you have PE next! I have a friend who has the exact same class as you. I'll introduce you to him if you want,” he says with a ghost of a smile appearing onto his lips. I nodded hesitantly once again and he led me towards the changing rooms to change for our ‘Physical Education’.

"Thanks again Taehyung,” I said as I took my schedule from his hand. We continued to walk down the crowded hallway as he looks over at me with the same sparkle in his eyes as before.

"No problem! If you have any questions, just ask me okay? I'm always here for ya", he says and his expression turns serious. Aware of how his mood shifted so quickly, I nodded slowly and tried to turn around to walk away. This guy seems a little weird, maybe we shouldn’t be friends…

But just when I thought I've got away from him, I hear his voice call out to me. "Oh! Kimma! By the way, I hope everything is okay with your mom,” he said. I couldn’t help but stand there completely still to process the words that were just said to me.

"Thanks..." I mutter meekly and I frantically walk into the girl’s changing room to change into my PE clothes.

Once I've changed, I seemingly walk confidently into the gym. I notice how the other students are already occupied with their other sports and I took this as my chance to look around to observe this large room a little better.
Around 60 kids seem to be playing different sports all around the room, and I sigh in relief to see that none of them have noticed my presence yet.

Except for one of them, of course.

I feel a poke on my shoulder and I turned around to see a girl who looked to be about my age and about the same height, smiling at me with her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Why is it that so far every person that has wanted to talk to me been so joyous? It's beginning to creep me out…

"Uh, hello? Do you need something?" I ask her, but my toke seemed to come off as rude. I mentally facepalm and curse myself for being so ill-mannered to the girl in front of me.

Dammit, this is why I can never have friends with me.

"Oh... Well, umm, hi! My name's Minje! I heard that you're new to this school?" She asked, still smiling with her white teeth visibly showing. Obviously the corners of her mouth aren't turned upwards and I can practically hear the fake cheerful voice in it.

"Nice fake smile you got there,” I say smirking at the fake smile she's putting on.

She sighs annoyedly and drops her act of kindness. The corners of her mouth turn downwards into a frown as she suddenly starts spamming words, "Look here miss 'I'm better than all of you', can't you at least try to be nice to others? I heard that you were throwing attitude around like it’s no one’s business. I thought that it was just rumors going around, but I can clearly see that they aren't. So if you wouldn't mind, drop the act or you're going to end up with no one by your side. Do you think people are going to approach you if you keep acting like this? No, they won't. So AT LEAST when someone says 'hi' to you, say 'hi' back or something. Try to be polite. Don't think just because you're from America that it makes you more special than anyone else. So stop with the attitude and actually have some humanity you-" she's cut off mid sentence when a boy puts his hand over her mouth from behind. My eyes wander up the boys arm and they finally came upon a pair of soft brown eyes with golden brown hair to match. He shares a smile towards me which causes his eyes to look like they've disappeared. I like to refer to this type of smile as the "eye-smile".

"Hey, sorry about that. This one’s got a temper so if you piss her off, you're going to get pissed on as well", the boy says chuckling a little bit at his own joke. The girl known as Minje removed the hand from her mouth a little roughly as she turns her head around to give the boy behind her a death glare.

"Shut up Jimin!!! Can't you tell she was being a total snooty b-" she's cut off again by the boy Jimin, who is covering her mouth once again with the palm of his hand tightly pressed over her lips.

"Now Minje, you know you can't use naughty words around school here,” he starts to laugh again as she finally gave up on struggling. His laughs rang like bells as she huffs in annoyance, pouting behind his tanned hands.

"Pretty and nice girls like you don't cuss in front of others, remember? Are you going to be quiet and actually be nice to the new girl? Or a-"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up", she says once she removed Jimin’s hand from her face. She sighs once again and explains, "I'm sorry for saying anything rude to you, it's just that I have a low temper and pretty much anything can piss me off. I hope I didn't offend you." In response to Minje’s words, Jimin ruffles Minje’s hair and replied, "wow you're such a good girl Minje! Want a treat at lunch?" With those words, she rolls her eyes and elbows Jimin in the arm as he continues to tease her from behind. I smirk and continue to watch them both bicker like children.

They're actually... amusing.

"Anyway, speaking of which, did you want to join Minje and I for lunch?" Jimin asks as he flicks Minje on the forehead for the final time and she places her hand over the red mark that's beginning to form. She gave him a silent deathly glare and he only smiles in response to Minje’s angered look.

They look like REALLY good friends…

"Uh s-sure", I say a little too quietly and I internally curse myself again for stuttering. This always happens when I'm nervous and I hate it when it happens.

"Pfft.." Minje begins to laugh and I looked over at Jimin to see his cheeks puffed out, trying his best to hold in his laughter.

"Awwww you stuttered!! That's so cute,” Jimin finally laughs as he ruffles my hair roughly.

"Hey, quit it!! It's not funny! I stutter when I'm nervous!" I tell them as I feel my cheek beginning to heat profoundly.

Sadly, they ignored my words and continue to laugh without any remorse. Jimin started coughing from laughing too hard and Minje was wiping a stray tear from her cheek as they both put their arms around my shoulders.

"Yep, I can already tell we will be close friends", Minje sighs in contentment. I glance over to see her lips forming a smirk and I groaned to myself internally.

Hey. To that guy up in the sky, are you listening?

Yea well... what the hell have I gotten myself into?

Notes

Oh gods this is not going well.....

chapter two, 2642 words...
what have i gotten myself into?
lol

anyways, thanks for all the support guys, I really apprecaite it!!

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I wonder what the hell Kimma gotten herself into... (lol)

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