the gifts / bae jinyoung

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( the first chapter will be in minkyung's pov since i don't know what you guys prefer. please state which pov you prefers.)

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Chapter 1

"Minkyung, put the seatbelt on! It's for your own safety!" my mom nagged at me.

We were on our way to the school. Summer's over and school's re-started. What did I do to deserve this?

I rolled my eyes and fastened the seatbelt lazily. "There. I did it." I said and looked out of the window. I just stared at the buildings that have just passed by and sighed.

"Don't worry, dear. You'll do great this semester. Oh, and I know you'll also get friends this year! Just be a little bit more friendly." she smiled. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me that I don't have friends, mom." I sighed again.

I don't actually have legit "friends". I mean, I don't really hang-out with people after school but that doesn't mean that I don't even have anyone to talk to at school. I talk to like basically EVERYONE. I eat lunch with different people everyday. But sometimes, if nobody asked me to join them, I'll just eat alone. It's normal, though. For me, at least.

"Aw, sweetie. That's not what I meant. We'll talk about this later at home since we've already arrived at your beloved school! Come on, get your bag and have fun! See ya!" she said while unlocking the doors.

I kissed her cheek before opening the door, "See you soon, mom."

I walked down the hallway towards my locker to check my schedule for the day. Yes, I put my schedule in my locker. That's very dumb of me.

I pulled out a piece of paper after I unlocked the locker. I looked at it and sighed for 3rd time today. Maths. What a subject to start the day with.

I grabbed my Maths textbook, pencil case and two of my notebooks, one for doodle and one for Maths notes and walked to the class.

As I arrived, there was only one seat left. It was beside a kid with dark brown hair named Bae Jinyoung but he prefered people calling him Baejin. We both went to the same elementary school but never talked to each other. Like, ever. I don't even know if he knew my name.

Wanna know how I know his name? He's the boy that every teachers love. He always get good grades on test and he did all his homeworks. I don't know how he managed that, but he did.