Jungkook Pov

I sit down on my chair, holding my stomach. Today is the day where we receive our exam results. Everyone knows their ranks in class, except for me. I didn't bother to look at the list this morning when I came in. 

I feel dizzy as the clock ticks another second. 

Please, just a passing remark. It's fine if I just get the passing remark. 

Please, please, please. 

"Kookie," someone calls out. 

I open one eye and see Jennie seated in front of me. She's a bigger girl than I am, maybe its because I haven't kicked puberty yet but Jennie and Chaeyoung and all of the girls in our class are just bigger than me. 

Maybe I am a small rabbit. 

"What's with the sad face, smolly?" she asked. 

"..mmfdsftest...sjfjweof," I mumbled.

"What?" 

"...djfoosjnrtest..hijgjodojsogjo."

"You want to rest?"

I snapped, "I said, test! Test results!" 

She nodded with her mouthing opening, forming an 'Ah'. Jennie is another one of the smart people in class. She and Chaeyoung are also friends, people call both of them the 'English buddies' because they are one of the few are really fluent in English. 

Jennie is actually the daughter of Busan's mayoress, which makes her a rich kid but is actually kind and hangs out with lowly people like me. Just kidding. 

Actually, Chaeyoung, Jennie and I met during the summer of 3rd grade. The summer before Chaeyoung would enter the school that Jennie and I go to. Chaeyoung's parents and my father are lawyers and Jennie's mother was vice-mayor that time. Since politics is such a small world, everyone knew each other. 

"I ranked 11th," she said, sounding a bit sad. 

"That's alright, Jen, you can do better next time," I comfort her. 

She hangs her left hand on the back of the chair in front of my table and puts her head on top of the back of her left palm. Then she sighed and gave a smile. 

I looked at her in confusion. Is she sad or is she happy? It is impossible to know what emotion she is using as of the moment.

She sighs and gives a bigger smile, "Oh, well, who cares? Mom doesn't even look at my card or go to family days. My dad is smooching with another woman, so it's fine."

"Oh, right. I saw the news last weekend, your parents are divorcing?" 

"Hmm, yeah," she nods. "About time, though. I expected it to happen."

Her mom is a mayoress while her father is an editor-in-chief in Busan's press. Makes sense that her parents always fight, Jennie would be caught in between but she's used to it. Besides, their house is so big that there are a million of rooms you can hide just to get peace and quiet. 

"Are you alright, though? You don't look sad or anything?" I asked her. 

"Eh," she shrugs. "I'm not close to my father, he and I just don't share a good bond. Mom's fine, just rarely has time. Your mom is actually the one who takes care of me more than them."

She pats my hand, "Say thanks to aunty." Then she stands up and leaves to sit on her proper chair. 

My mom is actually just a regular house mom. She used to work as a pharmacist but then stopped when my older brother got a job to help out our family. I guess she treats Chaeyoung and Jennie in a special way because she wanted a baby girl. 

I mean, they thought I was a girl. All my baby stuff are pink! My room was even decorated with pink but then my father painted it to a light blue shade. Even my brother still laughs at me when my parents tell us the story. 

Our teacher enters the classroom and everybody goes back to their seats. Math is our first period every morning, Mondays to Fridays. It's like entering hell the moment you wake up!

Our teacher is hell herself. She always uses this black stick while teaching us a lesson. And before she even starts teaching, she checks each and every table. It should only contain a pencil, eraser, math notebook and book, and 1 piece of scratch paper. 

If you're seated in a poor posture, she uses the stick to straighten your back. Also, both your palms should be facing down on the table, unless you are copying notes. 

During recitations, when you are unable to answer, you have stand next to her by the chalkboard and you'll be standing for the whole period. When you fall asleep, she will use her stick to wake you up. If you're late to class, she'll make you squat down and then you'll have a meeting with her during break time. 

God only knows what happens in those meetings. 

Her favorite student is Chaeyoung. The only person in the room who can perfect her tests. 

Our math teacher walks down on every aisle and gives out the paper. She stops by me and I accidentally make an eye contact with her. 

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Did I just make an eye contact with her? Oh, my God. Is she going to kill me? Take 10 points off my very small score? 

"Continue to work hard, Mr. Jeon," she says and puts my test paper on my table. 

What was that supposed to mean?!?!?!? Does she mean, I have a low grade? Am I going to say goodbye to sports high school?!?!?!?!?!?!?

"Open your tests when I say 'flip'," our teacher says as she walks from the back of our classroom to the front. 

Once she reached the teacher's table, she said 'flip' and everyone opened their math tests. A lot of my classmates were shocked, a lot were sad, a lot were trying to stop themselves from shouting. 

I touch the top edge of my test paper. This is it, now or never. Chaeyoung's tutoring should have worked. She's the only tutor I trust. Especially in math. In Chaeyoung I trust. 

"1...2...and..." I say in my mind. "3!"

I flipped the page and saw a '70/100'. My jaw dropped. This is the first time I didn't get a line of 2 in a math exam! First time!!!!!!

Chaeyoung was looking back at my seat and I looked at her. 

"What's your score?" she mouthed. 

"70! You?" I mouthed back. 

"97," she answers and pulls her left eye bag down and shows her tongue. 

I rolled my eyes back. 

After checking our scores, we briefly went through all the numbers to the test and started to discuss the next topics for the second half of the semester. It was getting boring, but I tried to keep myself from sleeping and yawning. 

Numbers...numbers...numbers...numbers and...more...numbers. 

Can I just...

Take a...

Short...short...really, really short...nap...?

"Ms. Son, I'm sorry to interrupt your class," someone said by the door. 

My eyes open again and I see our school's guidance counsellor, Ms. Kim. She was carrying a piece of paper in her hand, looked a little bit scared of my math teacher and took a big gulp when Ms. Son approached her. 

They talked for a few minutes. I frequently hear Ms. Son saying "can you do that after my class?" and "why during my period?" and so on and so forth. 

After that, Ms. Son stood behind the teachers table and slammed her stick. She folded her arms and pinched her nose then heaved a sigh. 

"Go ahead," she rolled her eyes at Ms. Kim. 

Ms. Kim enters the classroom and looks for a student. I bet everyone is wishing that the student she'd call was them. This class was getting boring and boring and it still ends at around 10 am. 

"Is Jeon Jung Kook present?" she asks. 

I look at Ms. Kim, in shock. People were muttering and talking to each other. 

"Silence!" Ms. Son shouts and everyone stopped talking. "Mr. Jeon?"

I stood up, "Yes, ma'am?"

Ms. Kim looks at me, "Please go to the guidance office. Our school principal would like to speak to you."

Another wave of muttering and people talking. 

Am I in trouble? Oh, no! What did I do? I've never done anything mischievous in school, I enter on time and leave on time. I have swimming lessons right after school, so I don't really have any reason to stay or make jokes. 

Besides, my coach always taught me and my classmates discipline in swimming classes. It was important for our training, so my parents were also a bit happy because I used to be a naughty kid but after joining swimming, I'm now good and kind. 

At the same time, I've never joined talks against school teachers. Chaeyoung and Jennie weren't really fond of those things, and it goes the same to me. Even my boy best friends weren't fond of backstabbing teachers. 

I actually made friends with good people, not the bad influences. 

Also, I'm just lazy a person and I really hate studying a lot so that's why I get low scores but I never get mad at my teachers. I treat them with utmost respect. 

So please, please, please tell me I am not in trouble!

"Jungkook-ssi?" Ms. Kim asked. 

I snapped out of it, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Get out of my class, Mr. Jeon," Ms. Son tells me.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, following Ms. Kim to the guidance office in the first floor. 

We walked down the stairs, silently. My palms were starting to sweat from the nervousness. I really want to pee. I'm such a coward, oh my goodness, I want call my mommy!

If this is about the spray-paint incident outside the school gate, that wasn't my fault. It was from the other section's students. Or if it's about my frequent afternoon classes absence, my mom wrote a letter to the administration that I was training for upcoming swimming competition. 

It's not even swimming competition season. My next swimming competition is in January, months away from now. 

After the short walk, we enter the guidance office. Principal Moon was sitting on the couch with a bunch of papers spread out on the table in front of him. 

"Take a seat," Ms. Kim tells me. 

I sat on the couch in front of Principal Moon, who doesn't seem to notice me. He was reading a file and sipping his coffee. I saw the front cover of the file, it's name was "Park" and I started to wonder  what it was. 

Maybe they keep files for each student and label them under the family names? I mean, there are a lot of Parks, Kims, and Lees in this school so it's hard to classify family names. 

When Ms. Kim comes back from another door, she sits down beside Principal Moon. 

"Sir, I called for Jeon Jungkook for you," she said.

Principal Moon is actually new this school year, although he probably is in his mid-50s. 

When Principal Moon puts down the file he was reading, he sighs and grabs another file from the table. This time the file's name was the English letter "J". He opens the file and turns the papers until he stopped at a certain page. 

"I understand that you've been in this Academy since your 1st grade," he says. 

I nodded, "Yes, sir."

"And you've entered swimming competitions under the Academy's name."

"Yes, sir."

Ms. Kim faces Principal Moon, "But that issue was already settled years ago, sir. Mr. Jeon's coach has agreed since all his students go to our Academy. At the same time, our previous principal has solved the issue during Mr. Jeon's second grade here."

Principal Moon nods and then there was silence in the room. Ms. Kim silently drinks her tea, I presumed, and the ceiling fan's squeaking suddenly became loud to my ears. I look up to the principal, and it looks like he was reading a paper. 

It took long for him to flip to the next page. And when he did, he read another paper. He continued with 3 more pages. I was starting to get anxious. Did he just call me here to interview me? I'm sweating my life out of me and Ms. Son is probably teaching something I will never understand!

After his reading, Principal Moon puts the file down and takes another sip from his coffee. 

"Do you recall, Mr. Jeon, in the beginning of the year, your homeroom teacher gave out a form. The school monitors its student's future careers and checks if they would like to continue in the Academy for high school or transfer, we also check on the universities you would like to enter after graduating high school," he said. 

"Yes, sir. I filled that one out," I answered. 

Principal Moon leans forward, resting both his elbows on his knees, "You are actually a very talented child, Mr. Jeon. There are 2 choices for your the school you'd like to enter after your graduating year is finished and there are 2 choices for the courses you'd like to take for college."

"Uh, I actually don't remember the courses and schools I placed on my form. I didn't make up a plan about my future in the first semester," I answered. 

"Sports science and community nutrition are the courses you'd like to take. Now, now, I don't want you to panic. The academy will still ask this form on January and we'll see if there are changes on your decisions."

I nodded, "I don't mean to be rude, sir, but I don't understand why I was called here?"

Ms. Kim leans forward and puts her tea on the table, "There was a letter sent to our school from Seoul. When we received it, we were curious if your decisions for your future career might get affected. Considering the fact that your swimming career has already big impact on your life."

"Last year, you were chosen as captain in Busan's swimming team for a competition in Seoul. I'm not sure if you were briefed by your swim coach about this, but that competition is only held every 3 years," Principal Moon added. 

I nodded along as they were both speaking to me, still not getting any clue. 

"As you know, there is a school in Seoul that is specially directed under the country's sports teams. Head coaches of each sport hold their own classes, numerous gyms with sizes comparable to olympic stages, and academic excellence is not as important as physique and health," Principal Moon said. 

I never knew that the country's national team directs a school. In my mind, I've always had the sports school where my brother teaches basic health guidelines. It's also in Seoul and since I wanted to continue with sports science for college, my parents and I agreed I could go to school there.

He added, "And as your principal, I am not allowed to discourage these kinds of opportunities. Especially because this opportunity does not come all the time. As much as I want you to stay in our academy to complete your high school, I want you to consider this school's invitation."

He put an expensive envelop in front of me. I take the envelope from the desk and flip it around, my name was written on the back and on the top right, the name: "Junior National Sports Team High School" was written. 

I looked up at Principal Moon and he was smiling. 

"As I said earlier, the competition you entered last year is only held every 3 years. This is sponsored by the government, and head coaches often watch the final rounds, so I've heard. They hand pick potential players for the future Olympic games. Going to school there is a privilege, imagine wasting an amount of talent if you wouldn't enroll there for the next school year," he said. 

Principal Moon puts out his hand, "Congratulations. You may now head back to your classroom. Ms. Kim, make sure he returns to his class."

I shake Principal Moon's hand and he left the guidance office. 

Wait, wait, wait.

I was hand picked by national team coaches?! I WAS-- WAIT WHAT?! 

DOES THAT MEAN? I MEAN. WHAT DO I EVEN MEAN?! 

I am out of words! I don't know what to say! 

"Let's go, Mr. Jeon, celebrate later. Make sure you pass this semester if you want to go to school in Seoul," Ms. Kim says and stands up, motioning me to follow her. 

Does that mean, I'm finally leaving home?! Ms. Son's class is totally better than this!

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