Falling For A Jerk // Jeon Jungkook

One

Well, here I am. My new school in a new place far from my old home. I look at the building and take a deep breath before walking through the gates. I walk through the doors and everyone in the hall turns to look at me. I give them a small smile and walk down the hall. I keep my head down as I continue on my way to the school office.

"Where is it," I mutter. I suddenly bump into something hard. I almost fall, but someone catches me by holding onto my waist. "Whoa, are you okay?" I look up and see that I bumped into a guy.

He has large, doe- like, brown eyes and brown hair that hangs down to just above them. "I'm alright," I reply," And sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't looking." He looks at me up and down, but not in a creepy way. "It's alright and I'm glad you're okay. But, I haven't seen around before. Are you new here," he asks me.

I nod. "I'm Mila. I just moved here from America," I say and smile a little. He smiles too. His smile is like a box. It's strange, but kinda cute. "Cool! I'm Taehyung, but you can call me Tae," he replies. "Okay, Tae. Do you think you could tell me where the office is," I ask," I need to pick up my schedule." "Sure, I'll take you there. Let's go," Taehyung says and grabs my hand.

We start walking and he realizes that he is holding my hand. "Mianhae," he says turning a bit red and lets go. "It's fine. I didn't mind," I tell him. He smiles and we continue walking. We talk about random stuff on the way to the office like our hobbies and the kinds of foods we like. He is really fun to talk to and be around.

"So, why did you move to Korea," Taehyung asks me. "Well, I am half Korean. My mom is American, but my dad was Korean," I explain. "Was," he asks curiously.

My smile fades and I turn my head away. "He.. um, he died of heart failure last month," I say quietly. I don't like to talk about it because it's really painful and a few tears well up in my eyes, but I blink them away. Taehyung stops walking.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Taehyung says and pulls me into a hug. "Don't feel bad. You didn't know," I reply and hug him back. I pull away and give him a smile. "We should go. We don't have a lot of time before classes start," I say. He nods and soon we arrive at the office.

Taehyung opens the door for me. "Kamsamnida," I thank him. "You're welcome. You know Korean pretty well for being American," he states. "My dad used teach me," I say. He smiles and we walk inside.

"Excuse me. I am here to collect my schedule," I say politely to the teacher behind the desk. "Mila Young," she asks. "Ne," I answer. "Here you go," she says and hands me my schedule. "Arrasso. Kamsamnida," I say and bow a little. She smiles and Taehyung and I leave.

"What class do you have first," he questions. "English," I reply. "So do I. Can I see your schedule?" I hand him the paper and he examines it. "Guess what," he says excitedly. I laugh a little at how childish he can be. "I don't know," I reply," Just tell me." "We have all of the same classes," he exclaims. "That's great Tae," I tell him.

Honestly, I am ecstatic to have all of my classes with him. Taehyung seems like a really great guy and I am happy to have met him. I check the time on my phone because I know class starts soon. "Omo! Tae we have to hurry to class or we will end up late," I inform him. "Let me see the time." I show him my phone. "Ah! You're right! We have to go," he says so loud he is almost yelling.

He grabs my arm and we rush down the halls to our English class. We make it just before the bell rings and walk into the classroom. "Good luck," he whispers," I'll see you after class." I smile and nod as Taehyung lets go of my arm and goes to his seat.

"Are you the new student," the teacher asks me. He looks like he is in his late fourties or early fifties with crease lines on his forehead from years of frowning and glasses. "Ne," I answer. "Please introduce yourself to the class then," he requests and I turn to face the class.