Stuck in your arms

-21-

Months has past, I don't think bts knows we are already in Korea but that's okay. Unnies ran to me like they were running away from a monster

"Tzuyu-Tzuyu! We got invited to Gonnaen high-school! I know you are probably wondering why because we are adults not teens but it's an school for all K-POP idols!"

"It's not those normal high school with those boring subject, we get more! Like we learn how to produce or write music!" Nayeon kept babbling about the invitation

Will Jungkook be there?

"We're going tomorrow!"
-next day-

As soon as I got up. Clothes flew and slammed into my face. What the?! I can see the unnies are already dressed

"What are you day dreaming about? Go change Tzuyu!" What is Nayeon so exited about? Jin? Her idol?

I picked up the clothes and scanned it...then I noticed something bad!

"What the heck guys? This is too revealing for some school or whatever! Are you sure you got the right one?"

"Yes we are sure! Don't you wear revealing clothes when performing on stages? Exactly! Now get dressed" That's not what I- whatever

This skirt is so short! Does the company even know how to make proper and longer skirts instead of a short skirt?!

Oh my goodness what is this? This looks like those anime school clothes! I feel weird
—-

I am super nervous about going inside. In fact, I was even MORE nervous than meeting BTS. We walked inside and saw many idols.

"Come on! Don't be shy!" Jihyo is confident and enthusiastic. She will probably be the most popular idol in this school

"Hey! Please don't run" I heard a familiar voice... we turned around and saw BTS?! So they also got invited

"What do you want?"

"Look, were terribly sorry! I hope you could forgive us anytime. Please! Give us one more chance!" Jin begged. He sounded like he was really desperate for forgiveness

"Fine, but we're not forgiving you yet! We don't forgive people that easily"

"Thank you THANK YOU!!"

*Bell rings!*

"That was the bell. You can go pick your lockers. See you in class! We have a little bit of chance on getting in the sane class together"

"You can look at the time table, it's in every locker. Anyways. Bye!"
—

Welp, I guess me and Sana are in the same class. Yes! I took a deep breath before entering the class awkwardly

"Ready?"

"Yeah" this reminds me of me and Jihyo opening the door like a few months ago. Now it's even worse because this is a school!

We opened the door and saw some people already seated. Well this is awkward. I grabbed Sanas as and walked to a seat that is empty

"Tzuyu, sana. You are late. But that's okay" wait a second...that voice is super familiar. I looked up seeing a boy with glasses and a long brown jacket

"Hello, my name is Jungkook. I'll be your teacher for a few days" I almost choked on my water when I heard the name 'Jungkook'

But seriously...WHAT THE HECK? WHY IS JUNGKOOK THE TEACHER! I MEAN, HE DOESNT LOOK MATURE ENOUGH TO EVEN TEACH!

Jungkook POV
Hm, the principle told me that my classroom would be all full and there won't be any missing students. Oh well, they are probably away?

I heard a door opening

I looked at the other direction and saw Tzuyu and sana! Sana is ok but TZUYU? SHES IN MY CLASSROOM!

This is so embarrassing...

"Tzuyu, sana. You are late. But that's okay" I can feel my cheeks heating up a bit when i said Tzuyus name. I don't like this!

"Hello, my name is Jungkook. And I will be your teacher for a few days"

"Grab your notebook and please copy this sentence" I wrote some stuff the principal told me to write on the board

-after class-
Finally it's over! I didn't even know what to even teach the class! I looked over and saw Tzuyu still sitting in the classroom

The others already left but she didn't? What's going on

It slowly began to dawn on me that I had been staring at her for an impossible amount of time.
Lost in my thoughts, lost in the sight of her.

The way she looks outside is really attractive. I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing that I had seen in months.

The sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice.

I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.
In that breathless second I almost asked her.

I felt the question boiling up from my chest. I remember drawing a breath then hesitating--what could I say? Come away with me? Stay with me? Come to the University?

No. Sudden certainty tightened in my chest like a cold fist. What could I ask her? What could I offer? Nothing. Anything I said would sound foolish, a child's fantasy.

I closed my mouth and looked across the water. Inches away from the outside. Tzuyu did the same. I could feel the heat of her. She smelled like roses, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.