party

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE: AGAIN
Jungkook's Point of View

"Hey, you sleepyhead! Wake up already. You'll be late for your class!"

A groan left my ears, own grabby hands reached for a pillow and placed both of the ends inside my ears. Half asleep, I tried guessing who would it be and my hunch is right. It's Jin, both hands placed at his waist.

"Do you want me to drink your banana mil-"

"Fine, I'm up!" I stood up quicker than the speed of light I heard some bones cracking, mostly from my back. Oh, my neck hurts. I slept in a wring position again, I suppose.

"You kid. You told me to wake you up yesterday then you'll just look at me like that?!" his scream-like voice raised higher than the mountains, rolling his eyes that he could see himself thinking.

As usual, he ranted at me again. Much more than my mother, to be exact. Well, that's on being a naughty kid to him. I can't do anything though. I'll be just caged in silence as he tells me things.

I feel secure whenever he does that, to be honest. Jin is like an older brother to me. He's always there as the best friend in this dorm. Always understand every one of us every time we have a problem.

"Now get your ass up and eat your breakfast. God, you only have an hour to prepare for your school! Go down immediately, okay?!" Last thing he says and finally lowered his voice, marching out of the room.

Drowsy, I went to wash my face to wake my senses up fully. Brushed my teeth and so on, following the mad hyung over the kitchen as I spotted everyone in their seats.

I was lacking in appetite that I couldn't even take a bite of this bread with an egg placed in the middle. Not gonna lie, this is like the most awesome breakfast because of how delicious it looks, but yeah. Seems like my stomach doesn't agree.

"Hey, Jungkook. Do you want us to bring you to school later?" Yoongi suddenly asks, wearing his glasses on.

I let my lips curl into a small smile and hummed as an answer. He nodded, going back to munch his meal.

The feeling of something draining your energy without any idea is so exhausting. Now, even chewing on this divine food is a challenge for me.

"Hey."

My eyes automatically lifted, seeing Jin had his eyebrows furrowed. There I stayed quiet and waited.

He lifted a plastic bag before passing it to me. My forehead wrinkled, hands untying the knot of the bag. A gasp left my mouth as soon as I saw it.

Banana milk.

"Sorry about a while ago. I just can't take you, you naughty kid." Jin exclaims, causing the others to cackle loudly.

"I apologize too. I just really have no energy a while ago. Thanks to this!"

Jin lifted his thumbs and went straight ahead to dig into his breakfast.

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"Ready?"

My stares darted at the opened door and caught two of my friends with a grin plastered on their lips while waiting for me to finish. I smiled back at them before glancing back at my reflection in the mirror. Fixing my necktie, scanning my face at every angle. Make sure that everything is fine.

An exhale left my mouth. C'mon, it's the first day of college. I don't wait to be pressured. Seconds after convincing myself, I managed to walk out of the room and made our way to the car.

"You prepared for this, Kook," Hoseok says with the brightest smile and started the engine.

My heart started to pound so fast once again. So fast and loud to the point that it's all I can hear in my surroundings. It looks like everything just went silent because of my nervousness.

"We can just stay at this point, Jungkook. For sure, you can go inside alone right?" Namjoon hyung asked.

They know about my social anxiety, and that's because they're with me when I'm diagnosed with it. That's been two years, and I'm not a kid anymore to need their help just to go inside the school.

"Yes, I think I can go alone. No need to worry about me," I answered before opening the door, waving my hands to them.

"Alright, take care!" Hoseok hyung said to me before driving the car. I followed them with my look until they were already far away from my sight.

I stared at the buildings of my school again before going inside.

I found my room very quickly. And we are quite many I can say. I went inside the room and then sat in the very back row of chairs.

I was expecting everyone to look at me while walking all the way here. Luckily, they're too busy talking to their friends. So their attention is not on me.

Excitements, noises, waves of laughter, and voices are heard everywhere. Looks like everyone is prepared for this school year. Some of them have brand new fashion designer bags, new outfits, and had their face done. They all look like runaway models, to be exact. I look different to them. I'm happy that you can wear your uniform or not here. I'm wearing my casual clothes. Jimin hyung chose this outfit for me, and I think it's too much but do I have a choice?

I pulled my banana milk into my bag and drank it very fast. I can feel excitement and nervousness in my whole body. Like so much. I can't understand. They're a lot of unfamiliar people here but I don't feel uncomfortable. It makes me happy.

My professor came on time. He had his books, notebooks, and other things on his table as well.

He just introduced himself to us. Mr. Oh, and then gave us an easy activity. Like first-day activity.

My mood immediately changed when I found out what we are doing today. Introducing ourselves. Too bad, we will write it on paper and tell anyone what you wrote in there in front of everyone.

"Okay, let's all listen to introduce himself to the one at the very back." my professor said before smiling at me.

I pointed myself to make sure and he just nodded. It could've been better if my classmates didn't look in my direction. I have all of the attention right now.

I sighed in defeat before standing up in the chair, going in front slowly.

Still feeling nervous, I'm legit trying to avoid eye contact with my classmates because they were all smiling and looking at me directly.

God! Will I even survive in here?

"Won't you talk?"

I froze on my spot when I heard that voice...again. I did not hesitate to look at my side and saw who it is.

Him. It's him, that young man.

"Oh, you're in this section as well?" my professor asked him nicely but he didn't even bother to answer. He is just looking me in the eye.

What is he doing in here?