One Month |《BTS JIMIN》

Chapter 5

I found an empty table at top left of the cafeteria and sat down to finish my bun. Honestly, Korean food is really good, but I may be saying that because I'm tired of the usual Singaporean food.

I finished my bun with ten minutes left to get to class. Slinging the haversack over my shoulder, I proceeded out of the cafeteria and started following the signboards along the corridors to my class, which was Korean history right now.

My class was supposed to be in room L3N5, meaning that it was at Level 3 Number 5, but I needed to find a staircase first.

I spent about five minutes searching for a stairway before I found one, and I only had another five minutes before class started, so I ran from Level 1 all the way up to Level 3.

As I turned the corner of the Level 3 staircase into the hallway, someone ran into me.

Or should I say, I banged headfirst into someone.

Crashing backwards onto the floor, my haversack slipped off my shoulders and it's contents spilled out all over the green floor.

Vision slightly blurry from the sudden hit, I looked up only to see a Korean boy in pink hair looking at me with worry in his deep brown eyes.

When he saw me looking at him, he immediately bent down and gave me his hand to pull me up. I took it and he pulled me up from the ground with so much ease it was as if I weighed nothing.

He might have pulled too hard though, because I ended up falling on him instead.

It's a good thing he didn't fall, but my hands were on his chest, and I could feel his well-tonned abs underneath the thin material he was wearing, which made my face turn red with embarrassment almost instantly.

I took a step backwards and managed to stutter out a "Sorry and thank you." in Korean before picking up my things. I ran past him without sparing a single glance and with my face still red to my class.

My foot stepped into class right as the bell rang, and I found an empty desk at the back where I sat alone while the other students stared at me.

I took a few moments to catch my breath before looking up only to see a certain familiar face, sitting in the front row looking back at me.

Oh, how could I forget, Adiata knows how to speak Korean too...Just great, now I have to deal with her for the rest of the month since our schedules and arrangements were already fixed the moment we stepped into this school.

I ignored her and focused on a teacher that just walked in, assuming she's the History teacher.

"Good morning class, I am Mrs Yeon as many of you here know. I assume that there are two new students in this class today. Will the two of you please introduce yourself?" Mrs Yeon asked in Korean.

Adiata stood up overenthusiatically and bowed to the class from her seat.

"Hello, my name is Adiata, I come from Singapore, and I look forward to your company for the next few weeks." Adiata said in Korean while smiling fakingly, but nonetheless, charming and sweet. There was no doubt she had already made a few boys in the class fall for her. She even added a little shyness by twirling the ends of her purple hair while looking down.

Too me, it was all just cringe overload. As Adiata sat back onto her seat, I got up and bowed to the class, just like she did.

"Hey everyone, my name is Austelle, but you can call me Eun Byeol. I'm also from Singapore just like Adiata. I hope to get along with everyone here." I greeted in Korean while giving a small smile before bowing a second time and sitting down.

With that, introductions were over, and Mrs Yeon started the class.