Jotting down my memories, I found my class three years ago, during my first year of high school. I steeled myself and arrived early, but no one had yet arrived.Jungkook sat in the back seat by the window, which he had always insisted on.Back in those days when he was young and had no iron, Jungkook enjoyed picking up girls and had no interest in studying.
This time, with a firm resolve to make it to Seoul, Jeongguk took out his Korean textbook according to the schedule and was checking his progress when the classroom door opened and Heeju, his first love whom he hadn't forgotten even after graduating from high school, walked in. Confirming that Jeongguk was the only one there, Heeju lightly ignored Jeongguk, who raised his hand in greeting, and sat down in her seat.
Hee-joo, who didn't like Jung-kook, didn't particularly like the idea of them being alone together. Meanwhile, Jung-kook, who had been ignored, rubbed the back of his neck with the hand he was holding. He knew Hee-joo didn't like him, but he hadn't imagined she wouldn't even accept his greeting. Now that he was actually ignored, he wasn't feeling too good.
"Hey, Jeon Jungkook, did the sun rise in the west today? What's going on with a guy who's never been to school early?"
Despite being ignored, Jungkook remained calm and thoughtfully pondered how to strike up a conversation. Then, someone put their arm around his shoulder, and he was suddenly jolted awake. Looking up, he saw Jimin, his best friend, who, unlike himself, a Casanova and a poor student, was a good student and popular with the girls.
"The sun rises in the west... Starting today, I'm going to get my act together and study. I won't be seeing any girls from now on."
"Oh... where did you hit your head? I heard you fell, but did you hurt your head?"
"That's not it. Now I need to come to my senses and think about my future."
"We can't live like this forever, right?" Park Jimin shook his head as Jeon Jungkook spoke with a raised lip. "This kid really has a problem with his head." He felt like this wasn't the Jeon Jungkook he knew.
"So, Jimin, teach me how to study."
I get goosebumps all over my body as Jeon Jeongguk calls me affectionately without any anger. Since we had always called each other things like bastards, bastards, etc., we were more manly.
"Oh, really? Why should I teach you your studies, kid?"
If you really want to study properly, ask the class president. Don't do this to me. He gives her a disgusted look and goes to his seat.
The class president Park Jimin spoke of was a genius among geniuses, rumored to have excelled academically since elementary school. Her name was Min Ha-rin. She was one of the girls who had a crush on Jeon Jung-kook, the most popular student at Changgong High School. Jeon Jung-kook, who had dated countless women and pursued countless women, couldn't remember Min Ha-rin, who had passed him by like a flowing river.
"Class president... who was the class president in the first year...?"
I looked around the class, trying to find someone who seemed like the class president, but I couldn't quite get a feel for them. Perhaps it was because I'd died and come back to life, and lost all my intuition, or maybe I'd never had a good intuition to begin with. Perhaps it was because I'd just been alive, but I didn't really know much about myself.
"Ha... Seriously, Jeon Jungkook, why did you live like this?"
As I was mumbling to myself and pulling out my hair, the homeroom teacher came in for a pre-class roll call. As the teacher entered, a girl sitting in the front row of the second row stood, saluted the teacher, and stood at attention. That girl was Min Harin, the class president of Jeon Jungkook's class.
"Found it, class president."
After that, Jeong-guk, who had been listening intently to the first period Korean language class, got up from his seat and approached the class president as soon as he heard the bell signaling break time.
I gently touched the shoulder of the class president, who was diligently organizing his notes. The class president turned at someone's call, and his eyes widened as soon as he saw Jeongguk.
"Hey, class president."
"Uh, uh... Jeongguk. What's going on...?"
It was surprising that Jeon Jungkook, who had never paid attention to her even once, approached her first and spoke to her.
"Uh... I feel a bit awkward saying this..."
"Could you... teach me how to study?" I pleaded, squeezing my eyes shut. Even to myself, it was absurd. We'd never even spoken before, and now all of a sudden, he's asking me to teach him how to study? Isn't that ridiculous?
"Huh...? There's nothing I can't teach you..."
"Thank you...! I'll be there for you whenever you need my help."
Harin's ears turn red from the hand she grabbed. Jeongguk had no idea how much his grateful grasp of her hand shook Harin's heart.