Boarding school || (Jikook) RE-WRITING

Chapter 2: JJK

Jimin POV

Today is Monday and I can't wait to go back to my room. Taehyung takes a sit beside me on every lesson, still not giving up on us being friends. He tries get my attention by passing notes on which I don't respond, talking to me even if I keep quiet, pretending that he doesn't exist or poking my sides.

I feel bad treating him this way every time when he makes sad faces or pouting but I just can't trust anyone that easy. If he'll keep buying my trust like he does now then I try to take the risk. Time shows us where we can get together.

The last lesson- Korean.

That could be one of my favourite subjects because I love reading and writing but my teacher makes me feel opposite way about it.

Mr Kwon Jiyong, the old man with dark hair, beard and mustache who wears reading glasses. He never smiles, never jokes around. The man doesn't yell at students but everyone is affraid of him.

If you even do one thing wrong or answer a question on a wrong way, not exactly as he expected... He knows what tell you to makes you feel small, embarassed and be frightened to even look him stright in the eye.

I have lesson with this man three times a week and I've never spent it calmly without someone who ended up crying.

I try my best to not make any mistake, don't dare to look at him but on board in front of me.

Me and Taehyung sit in the second row because sitting in the back would be too dangerous, he might think we don't care about the subject. I wanted to take a spot in front but my roommate said that our teacher could ask us more often which is true. That's why we decided to 'hide' behind someone's back but still look like caring about the study.

We note every single word which leaves his smart mouth.. Okay, I note. Taehyung copies from me. It has bothered me before but now I let him do it willingly, don't want him to get into trouble.

"I hope that everyone read 'The Divine Comedy' by Dante Alighieri as I requested." Deep and very dominant voice fills the whole room.

Mr Kwon is sitting at his desk which is situated on a little 'stage' if I can call it like that. Because of it he can clearly sees everyone and watching our every move.

No one is looking up from a book, answeres either. I can feel, not even seeing Mr Jiyong expression that he's going to get mad and is already red on the face.

"Okay... let's find out if you are good students or not."

He is going to pick someone, oh on! I've read this book, I even liked it a lot but don't want to confront his simple but sometimes difficult questions.

"Mr Kim maybe tells us something what he found out. But.. which one..." He loves torturing us. We have at least 8 boys with this name in the room.

Oh dear Lord! Kim Taehyung! Oh no, no, no, no, no!! Not Taehyung! He read the book because I saw him doing that at our kitchen table but I know his problem. When a teacher asks him something, he has troubles to find right words even if he knows the answer. His palms sweating, throat becomes dry and babbling like in unknown language.

Okay, why am I care about this boy so much?! He is not my friend so whatever Jimin, drop this worring shit now!

Mr Kwon smirks before saying the final name of the poor boy. "Kim Eunhae."

I sigh with relief but not as loud as the boy next to me. God, why am I reacting like this?!

"Stand up before start to speak, young man." He doesn't add 'please'. I know the boy panics already without turning back to face him.