7 Days With Jungkook
Satu

I stared at the rubbish around me. I put my chin on the broomstick, my eyes incessantly running every corner of the land filled with garbage. I turned to look at the school clock that was on the wall of the building outside the office space. The new entrance bell rang 15 minutes ago, but the school grounds were dirty again. Even though only half 7 was spent energy to sweep each joint of the school grounds. Teenage school is like this.

I'm just a schoolgirl, my name is Lisa. Taking care of school has become my daily activity, and this morning is also the same as usual. I took a long breath. this private High School, SMU that I have been keeping with my father for a year. I would love to sit in one of my classes and study, but maybe that goal is too hard to achieve. Eating from my father's work is enough for me.

I don't want to dream too far. There are only a few library books I can read. It is also outdated, may be missing some sheets at the beginning, middle, or no longer cover. Dad asked the library picket teacher. Maybe you also wish I could learn and be smart like any other child.

My daydream stopped when a picket teacher approached me who had not started his usual activities.

“Lisa, why daydream? There's still a lot of rubbish here. Quick, wipe! Oh yeah, one more, fifteen minutes ago was the first hour bell. If any student is late and enters through this wall, report to me quickly. I'm at the picket table.”

“Iya, Mum.” 

I just nodded according to him, of course it should be like that. The picket teacher went and broke all the thoughts of the hopes and ideals that had been dancing in my head. Sighing slowly, I began to sweep again. It's been almost five minutes, most of the yard is clean, I've only had a brief smile.

BRUCK! 

I was shocked when an object hit my head hard. It hurts so bad. A backpack. I snorted in annoyance. From the top of the wall, I saw the reach of a hand about to climb the wall, this school student seems. Agilely, he jumped down and stood before me. She offered her smile when she saw my irritated face. He took the bag that was in my hand.

“You're late, right? I'll report to picket!” i'm upset. 

The students' faces were shocked. When I stepped away, he pulled my arm and silenced my mouth with his palm. 

"Please ..., don't report, yes! I have a repeat today. If I had to be punished for being late, I wouldn't be able to take the exam, would I?"

I'm so pissed off. Is that my business? Thought. I tried to break away from her grasp, but it was hard. 

"Follow me a minute, Lisa!" said it. 

He knew me. He forced me and pulled my steps to follow him. He took me to the toilet at the end of the hall. After arriving at that place, he just let me go. 

“Hei!” 

I screamed so terribly. His face looks shady. A face I rarely see, even though I know he's a student at this school. 

“Don't report, yes! It's, right, the first day of the semester's final block exam. I have to follow everything. I can't say for what reason, but I have to finish this all in a week. Can you help me? Let me be happy today.”

With a face that begged like that, I couldn't bear it. Moreover, the reason is very good. For exams, for studying, for the ideals I've always wanted to achieve. Finally I burst into anger, staring at the rays of seriousness from the radiance of his eyes. 

“I owe you this, I will definitely replace it with a much better one than this. I promise you!”

She broke her smile, so sweet. Once tucked away a sense of admiration with a strand of smile on the bias of his handsome face. He took my hand and put a chocolate bar over my palm. The chocolate bar he took out of his pants pocket.

I just fell silent. After that, he left me filled with confusion, as well as this erratic feeling. A feeling that was never present, but was supposed to be present at my age who is now a teenager. A sense of attraction to the opposite sex, love or whatever it is called. Clearly, he made a deep first impression on me. I don't know what his name is. 

*

The break hour was 3 minutes ago, the school cafeteria was also crowded with students who wanted to refresh their minds and stomachs. This cafeteria effort was made by aunt, I was the one who always helped her present the student order. You could say waitress. It is also quite large in this cafeteria. Some of the benches and tables in the room were crowded with students. As usual, I paced back and forth preparing their order.

“Lisa, where's my fried rice? I have a message from earlier, youh!” one of the students I approached. 

I smiled kindly, "In a moment, yes. I get it first,” reply smile. 

I walked towards my aunt. She always deftly prepared the hungry-busting food of the students, even though my aunt grew thick. I salute him who can work fast compared to me who is slim like this, but my work is very slow. 

“Lisa, drop this juice to table 10!” exciting aunty.

“Good, Bi!”

I brought a few glasses of juice with careful steps, let alone a room so crowded. Some of the other servants were also a little bit defeated. Table no. 10 I want to go to. However, my eyes turned to the table next to her. In that corner, the student leaned back with a serious face reading the Biology book in his hands. Students this morning.

I love seeing his face, as well as his fierce spirit taking the block exam this week. I don't know because I wasn't careful or anything, I slipped.

STUMPLINGS! The broken glass and the drink I was supposed to serve were scattered on the floor. I'm sure I'm careful. Not because I saw the student so did not concentrate, but because I felt that there was a foot blocking my steps. I too was dumbfounded, thankfully not falling to the floor.

“Hei! Can work, huh?!”

I began to panic, the atmosphere of one room became noisy because all the views were on me. I was confused as to what to do, especially when the burly student approached me. Maybe because my drink was about the clothes and the book on the table. 

“Sorry, I accidentally ...,” I'm getting scared. 

He's Namjoon, the son of the owner of this school. All these years, I've been trying not to get into any trouble with him. Because the livelihood of our family depends on our existence in this school.

“You know, right, who am I? You shouldn't be in this school! Aah..., or are you tired of being a school guard? Need my father's help to get out of this place?”