Test me| (Jungkook/Halla)

22- Happy...

I wake up, feeling extremely happy, which is, as you may know by now, not ordinary for my standards.

I quickly stand up and get dressed for school, my fever already gone.

As I stand under the shower, I see my bruises a little less blue than yesterday and smile a little. Looking in the mirror, as I brush my teeth, I groan at the dark circles under my eyes.

Perfect. I  almost haven't slept for five days straight.

I let my hair hang down on my shoulders, when it's dry and greet my grandmother, as I leave my room.

She simply smiles at my mood. "Why so happy today, Halla bunny? That's not normal. Stop smiling."

I roll my eyes at her, making her snicker and turn to mom's door, seeing it's still closed. She hasn't woken up yet.

Sighing in relief, I take a bite of the toast on the table before heading out to school.

"See you later!", I chirp and swing the door open. I hear her saying something, but the door is already closed behind me.

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"Halla!"

I turn around at the school gate to see Hyu Jin running into my direction, waving frantically.

"Morning, Hyu Jin!", I smile at her and she wiggles her eyebrows at the tint of nervousness in my voice.

And yes, I'm nervous. My stomach is fluttering all the way to school, and still now, my fingers are shaking slightly.

"Don't be nervous", she bends over to my ear. "At this point, there's nothing, that you could make wrong anymore."

I push her face away, annoyed and she starts giggling.

"Hey, Hyu Jin!"

Hyu Jin squeals startled, as Jimin puts his arms around her body, back-hugging her. I grin smugly as I see Hyu Jin blushing, who tries to get rid of Jimin but he simply smirks and pulls her with him. Her eyes shoot open.

"Jimin! What are you doing?"

He simply laughs into her hair and shoots me a grin which I reply. Then he drags her away.

I sigh and make my way to school. There's lot of talking about BTS. They're a huge success, apparently and I smile.

Of course they are.

A frown, when I hear girls talking about their biases and Jungkook's name pops up here and there.

I shake my head to stop myself from glaring at those girls and proceed my way to the classroom.

Math. Again.

I breathe in deeply before I open the door.

I try to deny my nervousness and purse my lips. And I'm not nervous, because I didn't do the homework.

Jungkook is already sitting on our shared tables and I stumble over my legs, as I make my way there.

I see girls giving me disappointed glares, as I slowly let myself sink into the chair next to him.

He looks up and I almost fall of my chair as I return his gaze and meet his eyes, the nervousness in my stomach forming into butterflies.

"Hi", he whispers with a small smile on his face.

"Hi", I mumble back and turn to the front quick. Sitting on the edge of my chair, I start fiddling with my fingers, cursing under my breath at my weird behaviour.