1 Namjin

Kim Seokjin's pov:

First day of my new school.

I don't know why I suddenly have to change schools, but this isn't bad... The building are freaking big and sophisticated while the students are groping over some students, probably richer than them...Their uniform, shoes, hairdressing...everything shouts RICH... Can I adjust in this environment?

"Hello!", I greeted the receptionist.

She looked me with a bored face while chewing a gum.

"Are you the new student?", she asked and I nodded.

"Looks like some strings were pulled. No one can join in the middle of academic year", she spoke and pulled out some receipts..

"Here.. Take them and...OI KIM NAMJOON! COME HERE!", she called someone who's on the way to his class.

Damn, she is loud! A tall boy with specs, probably a nerd, walked towards us.

"Yes ma'am", he spoke monotonously.

"He's the new transfer student to your class.. Show him around", she attached me to that nerdy looking boy.

He scanned me from top to bottom and signalled me to follow him. Do everyone here have the same bored face?

"From which school did you came from?", he asked me.

"", I spoke.

"Why did you transfered in the middle of the academic year?"

"Because of my grades", he scoffed at that.

"How will changing of schools cure that?", he mumbled.

"I asked my parents the same thing!!! They asked me to shut my mouth and kicked me to here!", I spoke, feeling absolutely betrayed by my parents.

He laughed in amusement.

"Aren't you excited to be here?", he asked me.

"Meh..", I rolled my eyes.

"We have something in common", he winked at me.

"Why? It seems like a good school", I asked him.

"If money decides the performance of the school, then yeah! This is a good school", he spoke.

"Yah! Why would money decide how good the school is?", I asked him.

"Then what will decide the quality of a school?", he asked me.

"The will of a student to attend the school", I told him. He laughed again.

"You will never find a good school then", he took me to the books room.

"Can you give him the books he will need?", he took a receipt from me and gave him. He pulled a load of books and placed them in my hands.

"Let me help you", he tried to take my books.

"No.. Can you please take the receipts here?", he looked at me confused, but complied with my request.

"Aren't they heavy?", he asked me.

"This is a way for me to work out. Don't worry about that", I told him.

"Work out?", he asked me and shrugged. We walked to our lockers.

He took my locker number and asked the guard for a key.

"There you go!", I placed my books with a boom sound.

The bell rang suddenly. His eyes were widened and he cursed under his breath for being caught under the receptionist eyes.

"I'll be punished anyway", he spoke with a glimpse of sadness and took my schedule.

"We have same first class! Let's go then", he spoke and dragged me to the class.

"Wow.. You can be late too, Namjoon-sshi ", the teacher raised an eyebrow at him.

"S-sorry sir. Receptionist madam asked me to show school to the transfer student", he moved to a side to show me.

"Oh! Come in both of you. Transfer student! Introduce yourself to your classmates", he spoke and I walked towards the stage.

"I'm Kim Seokjin. Please take care of me", I spoke in a robust manner.

".. Alright. Take the empty seats", he spoke and Namjoon immediately walked in a faster strides to sit beside a pretty girl.

This boy, I shook my head and sat behind Namjoon. Class started and I can't understand a word what he is saying.

So my eyes started roaming around the class and fell on the pretty girl across me. She's writing very seriously.

What is she writing? She is doodling something.

"Ya!", I whispered to call her, but she didn't react. I pulled a small piece of paper and contorted it and threw that at her.

She glared at me.

"What are you doing?", I mouthed at her and she ignored me and started doodling again.

The nerves of this girl.

I threw more paper balls at her.

"Jin-sshi! What are you doing?", the teacher shouted at me.

"Sir! This girl isn't listening to your class", I stood and pointed that girl to the sir and she roed her eyes.

"No sir.. He is throwing papers at me!", she showed my papers to him. He glared at me.

"S-Sir! She is drawing in class instead of listening to you", I complained on her. Take that, girl!

"What am I teaching about, Mister Kim?", he asked me.

How will I know? I kept silent.

"Miss.. Can you tell me what I was teaching about?", he asked her and she told him something I can't understand again, even if I tried to.

He now gave me a cynical look.

"Mr. Kim.. Show me your textbook", he asked me. I forgot them at my locker when Namjoon dragged me to the class.

I lowered my head to hear a sigh.

"Detention for you after the class", he spoke, "And come to me with your class president after this class", he spoke.

I sat while my classmates giggled slowly. What an embarrassment!

She looked me from the side and gave me a smirk.

That's it.. The game is on!

After the class, Namjoon took me to Mr. Yoo, our class teacher. He is the class president, I came to know.

"Mr. Kim. Firstly, for the sports period, we have different sports and you must choose one. Here's the list to choose from", he gave me a list.

"And secondly, I'm assigning Namjoon to you since you are lacking at studies", Namjoon sighed at Mr. Yoo's words. I can be a good learner too when I want!