Wreckage (Jungkook~BTS fanfiction)

♡Chapter 4♡

Once Yuni and I got our lunches, we took a seat where we usually sit. Chanyeol said he was going to sit with the guys. I glance over and see Jungkook sitting alone. Well actually, he was surrounded by a crowd of girls squealing over him. 

 Yuni notices that I’m staring and she speaks up.

“That new guy… he seems to be pretty popular already.”

“I guess so…” 

“He’s cute, but small,” she observes.

“Are you kidding me? He’s way tall!” I turn back to her.

“Yeah but he seems skinny,” Yuni notes.

“Doesn’t Suho have a pool?” I ask her and she nods her head. “Well if he goes to tonight’s party then we’ll know.”

Yuni laughs and shakes her head. 

“No, we won’t know,” she says shaking her head. “The poor kid just got here, nobody’s going to invite him. Plus, you’ve got a boyfriend… stop being weird.”

“Whatever, it’s not like I wanted to see anyway,” I say pursing my lips.

“Oh my god, weirdo…” she mutters.

We finish eating so we take our stuff to the rooftop. 

“Hey, Sunny, how are you going to get to the party?” Yuni asks me.

“I’ll just tell Umma that I’m spending the night at your place,” I shrug.

Yuni's eyes widen and she looks at me like I'm crazy. 

"Don't you remember what your mom said?" she asks, and then it hit me. 

"Oh shoot, I totally forgot," I groan. "Wait... You know how Umma is really strict about mannerism?"

Yuni nods her head slowly, obviously not seeing where I was going with this.

"Well I can tell her we already promised the Kim family that we were going to be there, so she'll have to let me."

"Uhm, what about your curfew?" Yuni questions me. 

"Well I'll just remind her it was a sleepover... She's old she won't remember."

"Fighting," Yuni sighs.

The bell rings and we head back to class. Yuni and I walk into our last class of the day when I see the new kid sitting in my seat. 

"Uhm...?" 

"Sun-Mi, our new student, Jungkook, will be sitting with you from now on," my math teacher perks up when he sees me glaring at the Jungkook kid. “Jungkook, move one seat over please.”

“What about Yuni?” I ask since Yuni sits next to me in math.

“Yuni please move to the empty seat by Chanyeol,” he orders.

Yuni mutters something under her breath and sits next to Chanyeol. I huff and take the seat by Jungkook. We don’t say anything to each other.

After a few minutes of silence, our teacher finally turns around. He passes out a piece of paper to each of us.

“We will be having a quiz, don’t turn over your papers yet,” he tells the class. “Oh, Sun-Mi please help Jungkook with his quiz since he is new here,” he adds.

He then tells us to flip over our papers. I sigh and turn to Jungkook.

“I’m not dumb, I don’t need any help,” he says coldly.

If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. I didn’t even say anything. I raise my hands up in surrender and turn back to my own quiz.

I finished the quiz in a few minutes. I looked around to see almost everyone still working. The new kid was already done. I look up to see the clock pointing at 2:48. Class ends at 3 o’clock thank god. I put my head down and doze off until I am awoken by the bell ringing.

I grab my bag and walk out of the classroom, turning in my quiz on my way out. Yuni and Chanyeol jump out at me. I shriek and fall on my butt. Yuni stands there laughing, while Chanyeol Oppa helps me up.

“Jerks,” I mutter.

“Sorry, Jagiya!” Chanyeol coos.

“Whatever,” I snap.

“Whoa, who spit in your kimchi?” Yuni chuckled.

 I brush them off and keep walking.

“Slow down, Sunny,” Yeoli calls for me.

“What?” I bark at them.

Their eyes widen and I see Chanyeol turn beet red.

“I’m sorry guys, this new kid is getting on my nerves,” I quickly apologize after I realize I raised my voice.

“It’s okay,” Yuni mutters.

“What did he do? Who would hurt my Sunny and think they can get away with it?” Chanyeol boomed.

“It’s nothing, I’m just overreacting…” I chuckle. “I should get home; Umma has been extra strict lately.”

Yuni explains to him what I mean by that and I begin walking home when I see the new kid again. I duck behind the school, not wanting to make contact with him. He turns around and I hold my breath.