A Life With BTS

Egg and sugar (Converse High)

The class just started as we entered the classroom. The teacher introduced himself as Park Bosuk. Then started talking a lot of korean. Minho and I sat in the back of the classroom since we came in last. We were about thirty people in one class and it seemed like it was only me who couldn't speak korean.

Suddenly each student started to introduce themselves. It was only a matter of time before I needed to do it so I poked Minhos arm.

"Psst, Caramel. What are I'm going to do?" I asked stressfully. He looked at me amused but didn't say anything.

"Minho, please help me," I whispered when it was only five persons left until me. He didn't say anything, but raised his hand and said something to the teacher. Now everyone looked at me.

"Ah, I'm sorry Miss Lee. I forgot about you," the teacher apologized. "Please introduce yourself."

"H-hi, uhm... I'm Audrey Lee from China and Sweden. Nice to meet you." I said shyly.

"Thank you Miss Lee. Now class, Audrey can't speak or read korean so you all need to help her, okay?" The class answered at the same time. After the introductions, it was time for changing seats. I got number 14, which was against the window in the middle row. Minho changed seats with the girl next to me because the teacher insisted he needed to help me. The class went by like that and it was time for lunch.

"Are you coming or what, Guadetama?" Minho asked impatiently when everyone started heading towards the school canteen. I nodded and quickly grabbed the lunch card.

"I'll take meal number 5, I think," I told Minho when we were at the queue.

"What do I look like? Your personal translator?" He snapped and ordered his meal.

"Uh, number five, please? Five?" I held up my fingers but the lady didn't seem to understand.

"You're useless," Minho said and told the lunch lady my order in korean. "And it seems like you really are Guadetama. Number five is the biggest meal."

I gave him the eye.

"What do you want to drink? Chocolate, strawberry or banana milk?" Minho translated when the lunch lady asked.

"Chocolate," Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

"Don't think I'll do this everyday, this is the only time just because you're so helpless." He said without looking at me. Oh, so now he can read minds? We carried our trays and sat down at an empty table.

The meal I ordered was beef pancakes with fried rice, kimichi and some rolled omelet. It looked very good, but I wasn't used to that they didn't eat so much salade here.

"You're asian and probably korean but you don't speak korean?" Minho asked when we started to eat.

"You're probably from Egypt, but you speak korean?" I said taking a bit of the beef pancake. It was delicious.

"I'm not from Egypt as far as I know. But I was born in France," he said.

"Tu comprendes moi?" I tried him. I've been studying french since seventh grade and could almost speak fluently.

"Bien sûr," He answered. "I guess Sweden is good at educating."

After lunch, we went straight to the next class which was the vocal lesson.

"I'm so full," I said. I ate the whole plate of food during lunch and could barely walk.

"Pabo. Do you want some chocolate, Guademata?" he said and showed me a package of chocolate sticks. I nodded. Instead och giving it to me, he put it in my bag. "Don't be so stupid. How do you take care of yourself?"