Jimin POV
walking with jungkook is so awkward.
he only responds in english and it takes me so long to think about what he's saying to respond to it.
why is english so hard?
"so, jimin how long are you gonna stay here?" jungkook says, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"huh? oh uh, i stay here for...two years," i respond and hold up two fingers.
"oh, that's a long time. you know you can speak to me in korean, right? just because i don't speak it, doesn't mean i can't understand."
he speaks so fast, if he could slow down that'd be fantastic! i think about what he just said before responding.
"i know i can speak korean to you but i come to america to learn english more. so i practice with you."
jungkook chuckles and it makes me realise how stupid i must sound to him.
"is something funny?" i ask, slightly annoyed.
"hm, somewhat. i just think it's kind of cute that your english has almost no accent, but you speak in semi-broken sentences. i don't know, i just thought it was cute, sorry if i offended you."
"it's okay, i'm not offended," i reply and make an okay sign with my hand.
jungkook laughs again and stops walking.
"this is our class jiminnie," he says, "there's still like a minute or two left until the bell rings. we can stay out here for a bit, or we could go inside right now, it's totally up to you."
"i want to go now so i introduce myself to the teacher," i reply.
"okay then let's go in."
we walk into the classroom and i see many students sitting down, talking to their friends and i see a tall woman with long dark brown hair.
"excuse me. ms. martinez, we have a new student," jungkook says after he taps the woman on the shoulder.
the woman turns around and i see her face. she was wearing glasses with half frame and had really pretty light brown eyes and a small nose.
"ah, yes you must be the exchange student. welcome to english 5-6, i hope your stay at this school is good," she says and smiles, holding her hand out for me to shake. i shake it with a little confidence, i'm so used to simply bowing, and smile back.
"let me just figure out where to seat you," she says and walks toward her desk and grabs a clipboard that seems to have a seating chart. she looks at it and hums before speaking. "it seems like the only available spot is next to jungkook. well that's good, it appears that you're both already acquainted so i'll just have jungkook help you out."
the bell rings and everyone rushes to their seats and jungkook grabs my wrist, causing my face to flush in embarrassment, and brings me to the desk next to his.
"alright class, we have a very special guest that will be with us throughout the rest of this school year," the teacher says and looks around the classroom to make sure everyone is paying attention. she looks towards me and makes a hand gesture that tells me to stand up so i put my bag on my desk and stand. "please introduce yourself to the class."
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for you // jikook
Fanfictionin which jimin is a foreign exchange student from south korea and jungkook is the only korean-american in his friend group that can't speak korean. lowercase intended began: 2017/11/15 ended: