-Baek Chae-wol's
“Hey, Kim Yeo-ju-woo”
"huh?"
“Are you in love?”
“Me? To whom?”
“Senior Jungkook”
“Jungkook hyung?”
While Jiho was answering silly questions like, "Did you have a crush on senior Jungkook?" and "The atmosphere was nice?", Taehyung, who appeared from nowhere, was listening to our conversation.
“When did you come?”
“Are you close with Jungkook hyung?”
“We’re not close.”
“Are you saying we’re not close yet?”
“Why are you asking so much? We’ve only met twice. Is that okay?
"No. It's okay."
“Hey, do you want to go eat tteokbokki after school?”
"Okay. Go with Jiho."
"Okay, I understand. Okay."
After finishing my conversation with Taehyung, I returned to my class with Jiho. I brought up the tteokbokki story that I had interrupted earlier.
"I'll shoot"
“Where should I take you?”
“ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ”
The bell rang for the third period class, so I took my seat. Third period Korean, fourth period English, a quiz. The schedule is really confusing. Of course, eating after thinking makes the meal taste better.
“I heard you guys have a quiz today.”
“Your class is progressing quickly, so study on your own today.”
“You know what happens if you don’t take the test?”
During the golden time my Korean teacher gave me, I took out my English textbook from the drawer and started to organize the parts I hadn't been able to organize earlier. Luckily, the section I was organizing was within the scope of the quizzes. I finished organizing in 30 minutes and was preparing for the quizzes.
Suddenly, small letters written in black pen appeared on a piece of torn paper on top of my textbook. I looked up and saw Jiho.
— Do you want to eat lunch with Seokjin oppa? —
It was a note asking me to eat with senior Seokjin. I nodded twice, saying I understood, then picked up the note from my textbook and put it in my pencil case before going back to preparing for the note test. The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and the Korean teacher left the classroom, wishing me good luck.
I continued studying, investing even during break time. Jiho walked out the back door, saying he was going to see a senior for a moment. With about five minutes left, I closed my textbook and sat in the exam formation. I also lined up Jiho's seat for when he arrived. Jiho came in after me with a meaningful expression. I felt a little uneasy, but I waited for class to start.
Finally, the class bell rang and the English teacher came in, saying, "Clean up your desks," creating tension. I, who was sitting at the back, placed the test paper I had been given on my desk and checked my answers. Five minutes before the end, while working on the problems, I felt something was missing and looked around to see that I hadn't received an OMR sheet. I realized it with five minutes left and quickly raised my hand.
“Teacher, I didn’t receive the OMR card.”
With my words, the bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the teacher shook his head from side to side in disappointment. I simply slumped down on my desk. At the teacher's command to collect the OMR sheets from behind, the boy sitting in front of me stood up and collected them. I felt so wronged, irritated, and frustrated. A zero in history?
Normally, we would have drawn a circle with me as the standard and tried to guess the correct answer, but today, no one came next to me. As everyone was leaving the classroom to eat lunch, Jiho pulled me up and told me to go eat. I grabbed Jiho and barely managed to pull myself together before going down to the cafeteria.
——— Epilogue ————
“Chi, Kim Yeo-ju”