Flower Boy [JIKOOK][COMPLETE]

Chapter 6: Communication.

Jungkook:

The second day of school. Head down. Don't look at anyone. Especially not any gang members. I just need to lay low today...or for the next few days...
or for my entire duration at this school.
I grab the straps of my backpack and pull them inwards to my chest, huddling over as I scurry through the hallways. Damn it Jungkook, why did you have to put pink highlights in your hair? You stand out more that way -you're more visible. Today I very strategically wore my plainest, dullest clothes - a white T-shirt along with black jeans. I hurry along, before bumping into Sena. Quite literally.
The pile of books she was carrying tip over and glide along the polished floor.

'Oh - sorry Sena.' I apologise, frantically picking them up as my eyes dart around.

'It's fine... Um, are you okay Jungkook? You look agitated.'
She points out.

'Me? Yeah I'm fine.' I say, still on the look out for any gang members ready to pounce on me.

'Come on, you're in my English class.' She pulls me along in the direction of the classroom. I walk in, and the teacher walks up to me. She's quite a stout woman, short with rounded features to match her rounded bob cut. 'You must be Jeon Jungkook, I will be your English teacher. Please take the free seat next to Sena.' She says with no hassle, straight the point.
I hurry to my seat.

No Jimin. No Yoongi. No Hobi. Great, that's already three gang members I don't have to deal with. Although I see Namjoon is in my class, sitting ahead of me. At least if he's sitting in front he won't be facing me. I pull out my book and get settled in.

'Right class, remember last lesson we were going over our short passages in English to show to the class, so we may assess our pronunciation.' Mrs.Lim begins.
'Namjoon, as our top pupil in this subject, can you please stand and say your passage? Everyone listen carefully please.' She says as Namjoon stands up and begins speaking in what sounded like fluent English.

'Top pupil?' I whisper under my breath to Sena.

'Hm, apparently he taught himself English.' She tells me.

Awesome. So he's good at communication? Ha - I wonder if his gang members know...

After an hour of the lesson, I hear the bell ring. Crap. I check my timetable. There, written in bold after English were the words 'Art class', next lesson.
I place it face down onto the desk, horrified. Maybe I saw wrong. Maybe all the stress is making me hallucinate and mix up my words.

Please be hallucinating. Please don't let it be art next. I turn the paper back over, hoping that the word 'art' had disappeared. I look at the paper and feel like crying.

I most definitely have art class next.

I pick up my bag, sling it over my shoulder and walk out the classroom, quick enough to avoid Namjoon, yet still slow enough to stall time until art.

When I arrive, I stand frozen outside the door to the art room. Both Yoongi and Jimin were in this class with me. Somehow I had managed to avoid the wrath of one gang member back in English, but now I didn't know if I could avoid two. Especially not the two leading members. Just as I'm preparing for my imminent death, someone leaps out at me and grabs my shoulders from behind, almost making me jump out of my skin. That's it. They've got me. Bye everyone, bye Mum, bye Dad, bye Jung-hyun, bye Gureum.

'Why so jumpy Kook?' Tae asks, laughing as he walks past me and into art class. It was just Tae, thank God.
I follow him in reluctantly into the class, and take my seat next to him.