𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 .

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you know shit is getting real most of your classmates now have huge eyebags under their eyes and started to actually study rather than gossiping. well, it's the time of the year again. and no, it's not christmas, by the way. it's a deadly war that every single student need to go through to celebrate christmas.

there were no longer chatters and mumbles when the teacher came. there were no longer students dozing off when the teacher gave us homework. when a teacher is absent, they all open their books instead of their mouths. the students turned into zombies, soulless and expressionless.

why? 'cause it's the final examination, duh!

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our math teacher was absent again. some rumours said that she just got divorced and lost her child to her husband. well, i felt bad at her. but at the same time, feels great that something bad finally happened to her. she's famous for being a psycho teacher, after all.

most of the students were busy answering math questions that mrs. park left us with. it was fucking hard if you're wondering. putting down the pencil in my hand, i think i've had enough already. i don't think i could see one number at all for the rest of my life. for fuck's sake, i could barf at any moment now.

my eyes scanned the whole classroom in a second as i took off the earbuds from my ears. most of them were already sleeping, probably too tired from doing homework. none of the questions was easy, i could guarantee you. but i bet it's different for dahyun. she's one of the smartest kid in our batch, for your information. yeah, sometimes i kinda despised her for that, i admitted it.

speaking of her, what is she doing now? grtting curious, i turned my head slightly at her. i noticed that her shoulders rapidly went up and down, and her head was hanging low. i couldn't see her face at all, her hands were covering it. only one conclusion came into my mind. she's not crying, right? but why would she?

i reached out my hand, trying to pat her shoulder, when suddenly, a voice interrupted me by saying, "yes, i'm crying. now don't look at me with that look, you jerk."

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dahyun took my hand and led me farther from the classroom. i just followed her, no words were uttered at all. she kept on sobbing in silent as we stopped our tracks. her gaze went down on the floor, shaking his head to left and right. i noticed how her lips were trembling on its own.

"i don't want them to see me like this, jungkook. i don't want to go into that class looking like a total mess," she mumbled, leaning her body against the wall as her legs slowly weaken and her body slowly went down. soon, she was already sitting on the floor. soulless and expressionless. just like those zombies students.

i copied her action, and now, we were both sitting beside each other outside the classroom. ignoring the fact that school doesn't end yet. i glanced over my shoulder and saw our hands almost touching each other. so i took it. i took her soft and smooth hand, intertwining our fingers together. this wasn't the first time we hold hands, but it really made my heart went crazy.

she seemed to be taken aback for a while, before looking down again in despair. her tears have stopped, her eyes were hella red and puffy. sniffing, i felt her hand tightening our hands. she took a deep breath before she speaks, "i know i'm being weird for crying in the middle of the class just because of maths, but could you stop looking at me like that?"

she turned her head towards me and our eyes met. now that she already mentioned it, i just realized i've been looking at dahyun with mouth hanging open and without blinking at all. i did like what she asked me to, closing my mouth to prevent anything coming in. blinking my eyes out of confusion, i quickly turned my head to the opposite side. my face was starting to turn red, and i don't want her to see that.

it's not that i'm weirded out by her crying, actually. it just-- how could someone still look that pretty while crying? the way her mouth shaped into a smile makes her cuter. like, very adorable. but at the same time, it kinda broke my heart to see sunshine like her crying her heart out. 

the atmosphere was silent. the only thing that i could hear was dahyun who constantly sniffing. her gaze went straight to the front, looking at the blank white wall. there was no spark at all in her eyes. our hands were still holding each other, and goddamnit, i could die in any moment now.

"yah, jeon jungkook," she called out my name, making me blinked my eyes a few times as i turned my head completely towards her direction. locking our gazes together, and i now noticed that her eyes were glossy. she nibbled her lower lip, fighting with her own tears. "could you help me?"

i tilted my head a bit, quite confused with her request. i narrowed my eyes at her, giving her that confused look of mine. opening my mouth, i was about to ask her about her request when she suddenly interrupts, "please teach me, jungkook."

i hesitated. i mean, i'm not that smart to teach her. after all, dahyun's grade is much better than me. but seeing the look that she gave me somehow melted my heart. she was desperate, i could sense that. a soft sigh escaped from my mouth as my gaze went straight again.

"sure, anything to bring that smile back on your face."

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sorry for the late update, i felt quite tired yesterday! i promise you i'll update again today, pinky promise! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞