SECOND LEAD SYNDROME | JJK

5 | DUMBASS

YURA

"Now that you've all done your bonding as a class, it's now time to discuss the importance of group work," teacher Yang speaks. He then continues to scribble word by word the thesis of our essay. "I want you to write your essays based on this thesis."

The importance of group work... I never believed in group work since I knew that everyone else was beneath my intelligence standards so I often worked alone. I ended up writing the most convincing bullshit ever- all the pretty things a teacher liked to hear from his student.

I was the first to turn in my work. After the class was over I walk to lunch, spotting Jin walking in my direction. My knees quaked at the sight of him and I contemplated running away or standing my ground. It wasn't in my character to run away so I stood there and waited for him to approach me despite my overbearing nervousness.

"Hello," I respectively greet him.

"Hey," he grins.

In my eyes, Kim Seokjin was the most handsome guy at our school. Not only was he attractive but he also ranked number one in his class. He was the epitome of perfection and had everything going for him- making him worthy of being the person I have feelings for.

"Are you going to lunch?" He pulls up the strap of his backpack that shifted to the side of his shoulder.

I nod. "Yeah, I was gonna get a quick bite before heading to my next class. I have a debate to prepare for."

"Do you mind if I join?"

I shake my head then walk with Jin to the cafeteria. He walks alongside me as we pick and pay for our food then walk outside to one of the empty tables. I could feel the stares of everyone around us, the air reeked of jealousy.  I can't relate.

"What college are you going to?" I ask as I prick the straw into my juice.

"Seoul University," he answers.

Wow, Seoul University!! He's bound to do great things, I can't only imagine how successful he'll become. Ugh, he'd be such a great father figure. I just want him to have my kids. I rest my chin on one palm with my elbow rested on the table and use the other hand to sip my juice. I'm literally swooning over him like a fan girl right now.

You'll never catch me doing this with anyone else. "Are you excited?"

He shakes his head, finishing up his bite. "That means I won't get to see you everyday," he gently, playfully brushes my chin.

I could hear the gasping of the girls around me at his gesture. Jin seemed oblivious to it all or he was rather good at ignoring it, either way, he's too humble to even think anything of it.

"Girls only like me for me good looks," he sighs.

Never mind.

I giggle and agree with him. "Me too."

Wait.

BITCH DID I JUST FUCKING SAY I LIKED HIM? I'm on full on panic mode at the moment and my palms are sweating so bad that my chin falls flat on the table and my drink regurgitates everywhere. I'm now choking on what made it down my throat. I cough uncontrollably as I bang my chest, but I hit too hard and sent myself flying backwards and falling on the ground.

Jin leaps out of his chair to check on my condition.

My diagnosis?

Dumbassery.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I shake my head. "No, absolutely not."

"Dumbass," Jungkook snorts as he walks past with his plate. He kicks the fallen bottle of my juice at me before walking away.

Jin looks at him sternly and just as he was about to go after him I grab his arm. This was my chance. I start coughing again and clutching my throat as if I was having trouble breathing.

"I... I can't breathe," I exaggerate everything but don't make it too obvious. "I think there's something stuck in my throat."

Everyone's circling by and I'm now more nervous than before. It's too fucking late to pull out now. I was in this far too deep.

"I got this," Jimin enters the scene and starts pumping my chest out of nowhere. Ji-fucking-min was literally about to execute CPR on me for no fucking reason. Before he could even get near my lips I push him away and sit upright.

"I'm fine," I mutter. I realize that I stepped out of my character and start to act grateful for Jimin. "Oh my god, you saved my life Jimin!" I pull him in for a hug and start to regret it when he takes the opportunity to grab my ass.

I push him away and pretend that it didn't happen for the sake of publicity. If it were anywhere else you bet he'd be on the floor crying to Jungkook. I turn to Jin and he just smiles at me like I told the funniest joke ever.

"The correct method would've been to execute a Heimlich maneuver, not CPR," he says to where only we can hear. "And if she were truly choking, or drowning in her own saliva," he refers to my need for CPR. "She'd be dead because of your improper hand placement."

Oh my god he literally shaded me and enlightened me at the same time.

HE IS SO FUCKING SMART. Which is good but bad for me because he knew that this entire ordeal was orchestrated to catch his attention. Well... Half of it anyway.

Biology was my worst subject so none of this resonated with me- thus leading to the worst case scenario I've ever been in.

When lunch is over, everyone crowds around me and asks if I'm okay. I tell them I'm fine and walk to my next class. When I get there Jimin's already seated on the other side of the classroom with Jungkook whispering in his ear. When I see him turn to look at me I look away.

I sit down and watch as they both take turns looking at me and whispering in each other's ears. It's damn fucking obvious that they were talking shit. They don't even try to hide it with the only purpose to piss me off.

"Do you have something to say?" I snap.

The two look at me as if I'd rudely interrupted their conversation. Jungkook tilts his head is if he heard me wrong and his mouth gapes a little, bit I know it's a little act.

"Yeah, you're a dumbass," he says.