[ Namjin ] Two years

7-Yoongi

(Quick A/N: you don't have to listen to this song, it's just so you know who I'm talking about in a little part of this chapter
I'm done, enjoy ♥)

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...Okay, it's going to be fine. Just, don't stutter or say nonsense...
I hate presentations, especially to morons that don't even care about what I'm saying. What's the point of working on a subject I didn't even choose, study a long ass text, and have a social interaction with people who don't even care about all the effort or and time I put in this big project?
God, why did I choose to have French lessons? It's been two years and I can't even read properly nor introduce myself... What a waste of time...
"Go on" my teacher says.
"Ugh..." I pull out a sheet of paper but the teacher stops me, ordering me to speak without looking at my prepared text. What a stupid idea.
"What's your subject?"
"Hum... The profile of, hum... Jacques Brel...?" I don't really know how to pronounce French names though.
"Oh okay, good choice"
Well, you didn't really let me have a choice though...stupid

"Jacques Brel est un chanteur belge né à..." Shit, I don't know how to pronounce it... "S-Scha-Schaer-b-beek?" What the heck... I don't even think that's French.
"Le 8 avril 1929" I struggle with numbers so I just said it in English, it'll do.
I talked about that singer for about one more minute and thanked Wikipedia silently over and over again.
The teacher asked me why I chose Mr Brel but really, he was the last celebrity I could pick so I just picked him. But when I discovered more about him, I understood why he was so famous... His lyrics. So to answer her question, I just said "Well, to be honest, I didn't have much choice but I really like his music, and by that, I mean his lyrics. I don't have any here but they're really profound and beautiful."
"Wow, OK Yoongi, c'était très bien, tu peux retourner à ta place"
I smile at her, What the fuck did she just say? Seeing the distress in my eyes, she tells me to go sit down.
After the presentation, I was embarrassed, my accent is plain horrible and the pronunciation was an abomination.

When people see me, they think I don't take school seriously, but I'm kind of obliged to do my best because my dad always wanted me to excel in the things I love but the habit got to me. Now I want to do my best in every lesson even though it's rare for me to excel in them.
But it satisfies my dad so...YAY.

Today, at school, was like every other day, even though it was my birthday. Of course Jimin and his brother, Jungkook -that I'd never seen in my life before- wished me a happy birthday but that's it. Yeah, I don't have that many friends but, as I like to say, the quality tops quantity and Jimin is the best friend I could've asked for, even though he's really clingy.
Plus, others of my school are really random and they are not interesting.

At the end of the day, when I was about to catch my bus home, Jimin came to me, a cupcake in his hands and a candle lit on it, he was singing 'happy birthday'. It's really sweet of him.
"I made this for you yesterday, even though I had to study" I feel really bad because he probably failed a test or something because of me.
"Thanks, a lot, but you really didn't have to..." I say, pushing his hands out of my face.
"No, don't reject it, please just take it and I hope you like it, also, blow the candle, it's melting on the cupcake..."
"Sorry!" I say in a hurry, blowing out the candle.
"Happy birthday!" he repeats.
I smile at him and take the cupcake. I split it in half and give him a piece, he refuses it though. "Oh come on, just take it, it's not like it's poisoned"
He just giggles and takes the piece to eat it and I engulf mine.
It's actually really bad and he seems to agree because he spits it out in the nearest bin.
"Oh God" he laughs "What happened? I followed every instructions..." he seems to get sad but I reassure him, messing up his hair. "Hey!"
"It's okay Jimin, it's the intention that counts" I say "But I still don't understand how you managed to mess up a cupcake" I tease and he hits my arm "Ouch!"
He laughs but it slowly fades away "Oh no..." he begins laughing, understanding what he did wrong "I think, I put salt in it instead of sugar" and we both laugh really hard.
"Oh my God..."

We left school together and I walked to the bus stop, while he got to his father's car.
He waved at me, smiling and I waved back.

While sitting in the bus, I kept thinking about that cupcake, and the laughs we had about it. But all that makes me smile is not the situation but Jimin's smile and cute giggles...

What the hell is going on?

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Merry Christmas ♥
(And since I know for sure
I won't be uploading for a
few days)
Happy new Year 2019 ♥
So see you next year 😛

Okay bye-bye lovelies~~ ♥

Also, I didn't really think this
out soooo basically, I don't have
any idea of how this book is
gonna go 😂 I have a storyline
Doooon't worry