Our Friendship Diary ‖ JJK·BTS

11- Our Unwillings

Jaykee

8th of February is the last day for my finals and today, this is it. Although it would be a good sign for me to finish my exams today, I can still feel both sad and happy at the same time because it would be my last day in campus this year – 2017. Walking out from the large exam hall coded N 3.07 with my other classmate, Divvya, silence is the one to surround us in the beginning until the Indian girl speaks. "Damn, Maths had totally freaked me out!" There she grumbles, continuing her last episode ended some day between the days of our revision week.

Although this is not the subject that freaks me out as Chemistry, I still give her a feedback. "It sure does." I mutter and at the same time, I can't stop admitting the minority of questions that ruined my brain in the exam hall. To be honest, the difficulty range of our paper would always be higher than that of the past year papers. Hence, it is really hard to survive if practices are not done sufficiently.

And sadly, this girl had failed to do so. "You know what Sky, I should just admit that I started practising Maths during the last one hour before the exam starts." Wow damn girl! I'll never dare to do that especially during exam seasons.

"For the love of God, seriously?" I ask in disbelief when the girl nods with her eyes saying 'of course, I'm not lying'. "Oh by the way, have you returned the papers to Mr Heng?" Changing the subject, this is what I've asked. That old and kind lecturer of ours sure did care about our results very much. Because of his desperation for all of us to score, he'd printed out as many past year papers as he could for us to get enough practice. In fact, I could almost 'smell' the burning wires that were snapped when I was brainstorming.

"Yup, I did this morning. Haven't you pass them up to him?" I nod. "Come, let's go to the office. I have something to ask Mr Heng too." Finishing her words, we march towards the Foundation Office which locates not far away from the terrifying exam hall. After stepping into the office, we are greeted by our lecturers' curiosity upon our wellbeing during the Math test earlier. We even get to discuss the answers with Mr Heng straight away in his office room. It turns out that I'd performed well in this subject because most of the answers which I feel uncertain is correct. As for the Indian girl, I hope she can make it as well but all I can see is her worried and disappointed expressions.

We walk out of the office after thanking our lecturers while Divvya utters, "Let's go fill up our stomachs shall we?" She suggests with a loud sigh, indicating that she does not satisfy with her performance in the test and making me feel bad for her in the meantime. Just then, my phone rings and the song startles both of us. That's when I remember switching on the ringtone right after I'd left the exam hall. The beginning of Fire is truly breathtaking.

Soon, I eye the name displayed on the screen for 5 seconds before picking it up. "Annyeong hasaeyo, Jungkook-sshi... Now? In Grandma's...? Sure, no problem. I'm coming right now." Then, I hang up the phone with a funny grin, making it easy for Divvya to guess the phone call maker.

"The Korean guy again?" There she guesses and raises her eyebrows. "It's okay if you refuse to answer, 'cause your face is blushing anyway." That is so embarrass and I can't imagine both of us having lunch with Jungkook in the same dimension – my face would become as red as a tomato.

As we've reached the elevators, I reach for the button and there it works like old times again, although this is still a new campus but you'll get what I mean. Not only we can avoid torturing our feet to run down towards the ground floor from the highest one, this also saves a lot of our precious time. Awkwardness feels the room as both of us have ceased to talk until the elevator comes to a halt with slight vibration before the double doors slide away.

As it's been weeks since I'd seen that Korean boy, so his invitation for me to have lunch with him excites me more than 'the week before I'm going to travel to Switzerland', but only if I have the chance to do so as my father has invested much on our own comfortable family life. "Wow, I'm so excited." My voice turns into a squeak when I hop out of the elevator and almost leave Divvya behind.