I'm in a relationship by chance
W. Dingdongdang
When I pulled back the blanket, I saw none other than Jeon Jungkook. His expression, a mysterious smile on his face, seemed as if he was holding back laughter.
“Uh… Uh! Thanks for waking me up.”
When I confronted Jeon Jungkook in a half-asleep state, my tongue was all over the place, my speech was slurred, and my pronunciation was also inaccurate.
Fortunately, he seemed to understand what I was saying, nodding and giving a faint smile. Why do you keep smiling?
“Haha… Then I’ll go! I won’t be late for the meeting—”
“But, haven’t you seen me somewhere?”
Just as I was about to wrap up the conversation and head to the broadcasting club meeting, Jeon Jungkook asked, seemingly out of curiosity, something that shocked me once again. Moreover, his tone was different from my usual tone, and his expression was so serious that it seemed he vividly remembered the day we had our video call.
What should I say? My mind went blank. I'm not like this. I've never known what panic or nervousness felt like. Could it be because of what happened during my recent video call with Jeon Jungkook? Or maybe I'm so conscious of not letting it get out that my words are getting tangled up?
"Huh...? Oh, where did I see you? Did you see it on our school dance club's Instagram? Or maybe I just saw you in passing. I'm always out and about! Maybe you resemble someone you know. A cousin, a friend from childhood! Something like that? It could just be my imagination. I'm sure you didn't talk on the phone or anything!"
I was so shocked that I ended up rambling, with a fake smile. But in the end, I ended up saying it.Video call!
I wanted to use every conceivable reason in my head to make Jeon Jungkook think I was familiar with him for some other reason. But even as I spoke, I was thinking things like, “Please don’t recognize me,” and “Forget about the last call,” so those thoughts also came out as words.
"Huh? Right. I have to go to the dance club meeting. I wanted to talk to you more, but that's too bad."
I forced a forced smile again and controlled my expression. What had my expression been like just now? It was the perfect expression for misunderstanding. In situations like this, the best approach is to quickly sort things out and leave.
“Just forget what I just said! This is our first meeting, okay?”
As I stood to wave goodbye and leave the classroom, I felt something grab my hand. "What is it?" I thought, and lowered my head to see what I was holding.
“S, hand?”
The hand I was holding was none other than Jeon Jungkook's. I was so shocked that I screamed and flung his hand away. Then, as if running away, I quickly ran out of the classroom and towards the dance club.
Please, I hope Jeon Jungkook doesn't notice me. It's even stranger that he didn't notice, since it's already happened. But if Jeon Jungkook finds out that I was the one on that video call that day and lets it slip out, the image I've cultivated so far will be ruined in an instant! Who the hell would suddenly accuse a boy their age of kidnapping?
"Ah! Sorry, sorry. I'm late again."
I arrived seven minutes late, trying my best to look apologetic. Fortunately, judging by the expressions on the dance club members' faces, they didn't seem too upset. Well, maybe they were just saying this was normal, so it wasn't something to get upset about?
"But you know what, guys! I've been thinking of a song. Wouldn't a popular song that everyone knows be a good way to get the audience to respond?"
At my suggestion, the members quickly joined the meeting with focused expressions and offered their own ideas. The meeting proceeded smoothly, and as a result, we were able to decide on the song much faster than expected.
"Okay! Then, we've decided on Ive's "After LIKE" as our performance song to liven up the graduation atmosphere!"
After the meeting ended, the children gathered in small groups again and went back to their classes. I briefly gathered with my friends and explained the situation before we came here.
“… So, when I tried to get up quickly, I saw him and I holding hands. But the question is, why was I holding his hand?”
I'm really serious, but Hyojae, Minjeong, and Yewon were listening to me the whole time, and the clowns were going up and down without any thought of coming down.
"Oh, Kim Yeo-ju, you finally have a boyfriend? He's handsome? Why haven't we had any contact for so long, and now that the school year is ending, you're starting a relationship?"
"That's what I'm saying! If you were going to date and do this, you should've done it a long time ago. Now, we only have time to study, not date or anything."
I guess they still don't know that Jeon Jungkook is a transfer student. And some? Dating? One of the few mottos in my lifeYou can't date until you're twenty!But, you know. Dating during your student years isn't about true love, and it's a waste of emotion, time, and money, with no real meaning. Looking at the people around me dating, most of them just talk about it lasting a year or getting married, and then break up after about 100 days. So, dating during your student years! It's just for show, so you should just dance while you're a student.
“Hey, by the way, do you want to go practice dancing for a bit?”
After Jeon Jungkook briefly mentioned that he was a transfer student, he blurted out whatever came to mind to change the subject, but Yewon, who had been thinking deeply about something for a while, opened her mouth with a suspicious expression and said, "Ah!"
"Jeon Jungkook, you said you were a transfer student. But why did you come at the end of the semester, not the beginning, and two months before graduation?"
I was about to shrug my shoulders and move on, thinking, “I guess that’s just how it is,” but Hyojae’s words, following Yewon’s, made my head spin.
"What if he was forced to transfer? This isn't even an elementary school, and there's no way he'd transfer just to go to high school."
That won't do. My wide-open path can't be blocked because of Jeon Jungkook, the school bully!
Sigh…everything has been going wrong since Jeon Jungkook showed up in my life. How can I get him off my back?