7 Days With Jungkook
Dua

Is correct. Threat launched. That's how it stands above. The bottom must always be pinched. I looked around, some servants no one dared to help or just defend me. Auntie couldn't do much either. I can't blame him, he won't take any chances. The cost of his life and his three children were obtained from this cafeteria, moreover he was already a widow.

I almost cried. With a slight tremble, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket. I was about to clean her uniform that was yellowing due to the color of the orange juice that hit her clothes. However, my good intentions were not well received. My body was almost unsteady when he pushed my shoulder. 

“Do not touch my clothes with your dirty hands, Beggar!”

My chest was so tight it held back the crying. Snapping, my body was grabbed by the arm from behind. I looked up, student this morning. His face looked annoyed, not as friendly as before. He didn't talk to me, just stared intently at Namjoon's already sickening face.

“This is just a small matter, there is no need for you to report this to your parents. Maybe for you it looks koto, but for people like them, doing things like this can connect their lives,” said the student so firmly. 

Speech that makes the whole cafeteria becomes silent. No one dared to interrupt, they disengaged themselves and did not want to interfere with the commotion. 

“Hh, now switch profession to be a hero, Jungkook? After I kicked you out of the genk, you became part of this bunch of losers? Ah, turning into the chairman of these worthless people?” 

Namjoon's beaver face was clearly visible, his cynical gaze as if stabbing the heart of the person staring at him.  I'm still shaking. Afraid of anything happening, hoping that there would be a teacher who came and stopped the commotion. However, what can the teacher do when the headmaster will take me out of this school environment just for the sake of the selfishness of his son.

I was surprised when my hands were warm, the student named Jungkook clasped my fingers. He gestured for me to hide behind his back. Despite hiding, Namjoon's loud voice still couldn't dampen my fear. 

“Stop acting like this, you're too arrogant. That's not what I'm expecting from you right now, but maturity. Maybe with me out of the genk, you can realize everything. Turns out I was wrong. You still don't want to lose, always think of yourself as right, and I as your rival!”

Jungkook said at length, the internal conflict they discussed. I don't understand, and I probably don't want to understand. Namjoon grinned cynically, approached Jungkook and pulled his shirt collar. Jungkook immediately told me to stay away from him. The more scary, I do not want there to be a fight, especially until the sound of the school. 

“Can we now practice karate? It's been a long time since I've wanted to beat you up!”

The room became noisy, fights occurred. As the bell rang, the students became confused and ran. Some want to pursue the next exam, some are trying to break up. Either out of fear or what, I immediately rushed to run away leaving Jungkook, the student who was helping me at the moment. He offered a nod that I saw from a distance. The smile he repeated, as if being dew faded all my fears.

*

I was just stunned, I had been standing up for half an hour and was silent. From a distance, Jungkook is punished under a flagpole. His face was full of bruises. It's all because of me. His face was very worried. He looked up at his classroom that was doing the exam. His gaze was sad, yet he tried to smile. Sweating sweat dripped down his forehead. I could only be silent and not know what to do. I caused a big problem for him.

I was shocked when my father approached, then smiled while holding a bottle of mineral water.

“Dad knows what happened, it's okay, Lisa. Don't let him be like that.”

My father put on a sincere smile, I always make trouble. “Excuse Lisa, Father.” 

I took the mineral bottle from my father's hand, walking slowly closer to Jungkook. He smiled at me, a smile that made me feel even more guilty.

“Hey, your face looks ugly like that. Never mind, don't feel guilty. It was because of our past problems. Don't be so shy, Lisa.”

I took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that was pouring down his forehead. He still replied with a sincere smile.

“How come you're not here to give me a drink?”

“Ah, yes, sorry.”

I immediately uncorked the bottle of mineral water and thrust it towards him.  He immediately smiled and laughed a little, it made me furrow my eyebrows.

“Why?”

“You don't see my position what now? If I lower my hand from a respectful position like this, my punishment time will be added in 10 minutes.”

I'm rattled. He made me misbehave with his attention and smile. I didn't know I had to do anything else.

“I ... grab a straw first, yes.”

“Should?”

My heart is beating fast. She asked me to help her down the mineral water. Just by holding it, I felt as if my breath had stopped looking at his face from close up. The face of a student I didn't even know who he was. From today there will be shadows of her face and smile dancing in my brain. I slowly left him. He seemed to glow in my eyes, with a sweaty sweat that was like a glowing crystal in the scorching sun. Such a strong feeling. 

*

It's been an hour, one by one students leave school. Today's first exam is over. I sometimes look towards the school field. Jungkook is still standing there. He didn't even take the exam. The more guilty I feel.

Braving myself, I ran towards the BK room. I risked all my courage and existence in this school just to save Jungkook. In the room of BK, there was already a counseling teacher and a subject teacher who I did not know who he was.

“What's up, Lisa?”

I took a deep breath, sat down between them and told them everything that had happened in the school cafeteria. Indeed they should have known, not just heard from Namjoon's side. There were a lot of students at the scene. No one dared to defend Jungkook, leaving Jungkook alone to face Namjoon's absolute authority at the school. The counselling teacher listened carefully to my entire story. The young teacher next to him only nodded in understanding. 

“If anyone is responsible, let me, Mom! Don't Jungkook, he's innocent. He just defended me. Let him follow the repetition he left behind earlier. I'm sure that the repetition was so valuable to him. Please ...,” my heartfelt plea.

The counselling teacher only smiled, as did the young teacher. I hope they will accept my request and defense of Jungkook. Jungkook shouldn't have suffered because of me.