Don't play the music yet.
NO!
Lindsay mentally screeched as she heard the rustles of sheets ahead of her and the panicked groans of a man. "Wh-what the- was that?" her heart plummeted when she heard a raspy voice incoherently mutter and her knees felt like lead as she stared ahead aghast, her jaw hanging wide open, her heart almost ready to burst out of her chest, as the figure in the bed slowly started to lever itself into a sitting position on the bed....to face her.
The jumpstart given to her heart from the sheer nerve wrenching experience was just about enough to get Lindsay's stiff knees to function normally as she quickly ducked down towards the floor, averting the gaze of her predator. Upon seating himself in his bed, Namjoon groggily opened his eyes and sleepily scanned the room for the source of the sudden noise.
Meanwhile, Lindsay who was lying on the floor with the rest of her art supplies clutched firmly to her chest, listened intently for any sign of Namjoon's reaction all the while cowering in fear.
Namjoon stared at the nothingness ahead of him with a confused expression. "I must be losing my mind," he finally concluded to himself with a grumble before letting himself fall back onto the bed with a plop.
Lindsay waited patiently with bated breath for the sound of the rustle of sheets and Namjoon's light snores which followed soon after. These actions acted as her signals of confirmation that it was indeed safe to make haste and leave.
However, she was too terrified to stand up, just in case she would come face to face with a furious Namjoon. Therefore, she chose to stealthily crawl on the smooth floor all the way to the exit.
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Namjoon POV
"Hyung!"
...
"Hyung, wake up!" I groaned and rolled over in my bed lightly grumbling as the voice of a little child just wouldn't stop pestering me. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it just wouldn't go away and let me sleep in peace. "Hyung, please, you have to wake up!" the voice repeated, its tone slightly infuriated at my lack of response.
I chose to hug my lush and comfortable pillow even closer to my chest. "Go away," I grumbled, lifting my hand lethargically to shoo away the imposter. I heard an angry huff and within moments, I was being violently shaken by my shoulders. "Hyung, wake up! You're late for school!"
Late?
Upon hearing that revolting word, my eyes widened to the size of saucers and within a split second, I threw the covers right off of me and was sitting up alert on my bed. I turned to look at Seo-Jun standing besides me with a worried expression on his face. He was all dressed for school with his backpack hung around his shoulders while I... I looked down to catch a glance at myself...was still in my pajamas.
"What do you mean 'late'?" I demanded enraged from Seo-Jun but before he could answer, I picked up my phone lying on the bedside table and checked the time.
It was 7.30am! School starts in another 30 minutes! There's no way I could ever make it there on time! Why didn't my alarm go off... just as I had thought that, my phone started beeping with an alarm set for 7.30am.
What the heck happened here?!
"Hyung, hurry!" Seo-Jun urged me. I decided that I have no time to waste. If I get late that means Seo-Jun and Lindsay would be late for school as well! Diving out of my sheets, I grabbed my outfit which I had laid out the night before and dashed towards the bathroom. "I'll get ready as soon as possible!" I called out to Seo-Jun as I sprinted across the hallway, my hair completely deranged.
Upon darting through the hallway, I came into contact with Lindsay leaning against the wall with her hands crossed, a smug smirk engraved on her face. Why the heck is that little devil smirking at me?
"You're late," she called out to me as I dashed past her not stopping to greet her. "Thanks, I know!" I angrily spat at her.
I had only a minimum amount of time to brush my teeth and take a shower of around five minutes before changing into my cream shirt and denim jeans. As I fastened on my watch around my wrist, the time that read on it was enough to give me a seizure. I briskly ran my hand through my hair to make it look fairly decent before bolting towards the entrance not stopping to even look at myself in the mirror. I just didn't have enough time!
Slinging my backpack on my shoulder, I was pleased to see Lindsay and Seo-Jun with Seo-Jun holding Lindsay's hand at the entrance. It was great because I wouldn't have to waste even a second calling out to them. Upon seeing my entry, Lindsay and Seo-Jun made their way out of the house. I skidded onto the porch while dragging the door closed behind me. I was extremely out of breath and despite my shower, beads of sweat were glistening on my forehead.
The three of us boarded the vehicle and I immediately started the car and started to drive. "I'm sorry, guys," I gasped out as my lungs raced to catch their breaths. "I have no idea what came over my phone's alarm!"
"It's alright, but please hurry, Hyung," I watched from the rear view mirror as my ever gentle brother pleaded me. Miss Clumsy Toes on the other hand was quiet for her usual demeanor and instead had her hand firmly clasped upon her mouth, as her eyes glistened with a kind of unbearable joy as she watched the scenery whizz pass her through the window. She is absolutely weird.
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The good news was, turns out it wasn't impossible as I had thought to reach the school before afternoon. The bad news, however was that we ended up being 15 minutes late. Seo-Jun being the more understanding one amongst us all, insisted that Lindsay and I head straight to our classes instead of stopping to drop him off at his class.
We didn't have much time to argue so both of us decided that it was for the best and hoped that Seo-Jun would be alright. He has to. There were so many kids around him in this school, what could possibly happen to him?
I ended up grabbing Lindsay's hand in mine, which felt soothingly soft, before dragging her towards our class. However, the weirdest thing was, I couldn't help but notice the weird glances people from the hallway gave my way as Lindsay and I sped past them. I even saw from the corner of my eye someone pointing at me and giggling along with another person.
I guess I had underestimated the humiliation of being late to school! It is indeed a huge disgrace and is something that is laughed at!
Upon reaching the classroom, Miss Melody who was in the middle of teaching the class was actually taken aback by the fact that, besides Lindsay, I was actually late for once as I had never arrived to school a second late in my life before this incident. What if Lindsay's many 'talents' are rubbing off on me?
Miss. Melody chose not to say anything but she did send us a dirty look as she gestured for us to take our seats. Lindsay passed by me to take her seat. As soon as I had stepped in full view of the class, they all started silently snickering under their breaths upon laying eyes on me.
Oh, the humiliation of being late!
But then it took me a moment to realize that I was the only person who was being laughed at. Lindsay, though she had been late along with me was completely excluded from the mockery. Was it because the entire world is used to her shenanigans?
Again, two girls seated at the back started giggling together as they eyed me and one of them pointed a long manicured finger at me and whispered something to the other, making both of them almost pee themselves with laughter.
It was exactly like the incident which took place in the hallway. What exactly is going on? I thought to myself with furrowed eyebrows as I unsurely made my way to my seat and settled myself down.
Moments passed as Miss. Melody explained the latest lesson and as soon as she would turn her back towards us, I could swear that I could feel the entire class' eyes on me but it was not in a way which I would have preferred.
When Miss. Melody's attention was not directed towards me, I felt someone lightly nudging my shoulder from behind. I glanced over my shoulder to find that it was Yoongi who was seated behind me. He leaned in to place his mouth near my ear as he whispered, "Dude, I understand that you were probably trying to get Rochelle to know what kind of a person you are with just one glance, but don't you think that this is taking things a bit too far?"
What the-? Why is Yoongi acting so weird today as well? Is today the national day of everyone being weird or something which I didn't have a clue of? I thought to myself perplexed.
"What are you talking about exactly?" I whisper-yelled to him.
From the corner of my eye, he seemed to examine my back for a second with furrowed eyes before whispering back to me, "' I once proposed to my chemistry book in middle school cuz I thought we had good chemistry'? Seriously?" he whisper-yelled back at me completely irritated at whatever he had just said.
I didn't even want to think about what that sentence meant. I turned in my seat to properly face him. "Can you please tell me what's going on with you?" I asked aggrieved almost about to lose it.
"Look at your sh-" he seethed with gritted teeth but he was interrupted by the voice of Miss. Melody before he even had a chance to finish his sentence. Before I had a chance at knowing the cause of all this jeering.
"Namjoon, it's bad enough you arrive late and now you're talking during class too?" Miss. Melody scolded me with an ice cold tone. I sheepishly turned to face my desk and bowed my head in apology. "I'm sorry, miss," I shamefully said. This day is getting worse by the second!
I refused to talk to anyone during class from that moment on for the fear of making this day even more disastrous than how it was already progressing. Instead I pondered over the meaning behind Yoongi's words and what he had been trying to tell me.
Why do I get a horrible feeling that everyone is not laughing at me for being late but for an entirely different reason? But what?
Hours passed and the class ended and it was finally time for recess. As everyone brushed past my seat, almost all of them stopped to stare twice at me, again followed by their giggling selves. Soon, Lindsay strolled past me as well and the girl had a delighted smirk painted across her face. Did she do something? Is she responsible for this? I thought alarmed.
As soon as I had finished packing my bag, I found the entire class empty except for me... or so I thought. Just as I had risen to my feet, I heard the soft patter of footsteps behind me until I felt someone's presence right beside me.
You may play the music now.
"Hey, Joonie," a luscious and deeply sultry voice caught my attention. Within moments, I was held captive of her rich and enticingly sweet perfume, almost putting me in the loveliest of trances. A figure clad in an elegant red top and a pair of white pants glided past me, till she was standing right in front of me. She flashed me an alluring smile and I suddenly felt my cheeks burning at the sight. "Long time no see," she said in a silvery tone as she made her way to sit on the top of my desk. I didn't even think it was possible, but she had grown even more beautiful.
"Hey, Rochelle," I tried to say without stumbling over my words. I tried to flash her my infamous charming smiles but due to the striking effect she had on me it came out more of a goofy smile. If anyone could shake me off my perfect demeanor and get me to absolutely lose my mind over a single person...it's Rochelle. The girl whom I had been waiting to come back to me this whole time.
"You've grown really gorgeous," I breathed out, as my heart beat started to beat so fast so much that it started to sound like as if it was humming. I let my eyes shyly trail all over her, starting from her exposed shoulders which were smooth and goldenly tanned all the way down to her tempting figure. Her soft brown hair seemed to glow as the sunlight bounced off it, creating an angelic halo around her. Her hazel eyes were like two crystals as they sparkled and danced before me. She's the woman of my dreams.
"Why, thank you," she giggled blushing at the compliment. As I watched her enchanting smile, all I wanted to do was to lightly kiss the plump lips which gloriously framed it. Oh those eyes, I could get lost in them for an eternity and I would never regret it. She's perfect!
"And I like your...fashion sense," she complimented quite awkwardly as her eyes dropped to stare at my shirt. So, she likes my sense of style. I thought to myself pleased with my choice of the cream shirt.
My breath hitched in my throat as she reached out her hand to gently rest itself on my clothed chest. I was afraid that she would feel just how rapidly my heart was beating at the moment. Still resting her hand gently upon my chest, she seemed to curiously examine my shirt before looking up at me with an unsure smile. "You think muddy water is a great substitute for chocolate milk?" she suddenly asked me.
"Pardon?" I blurted out finding that sentence down right absurd. Rochelle placed both of her hands on my chest as she again examined my shirt. "You believed for eight years that your family is a descendant of Koala bears?" she again questioned me confused and I was blown away at the absurdity of her accusations.
"What are you talking about, Rochelle?" I finally asked her baffled.
"Your shirt," she curtly replied as she pointed at my chest. My shirt?
I looked down to glance at myself and what finally greeted me left me in shock!
My shirt had been subtly painted all over and someone had written all sorts of ridiculous messages on it. I twisted around to see the back of my shirt and sure enough, there were bunch of messages written all over there as well. My entire shirt had been turned into my humiliation.
I whipped my head to stare at Rochelle's expectant face in aghast. "I- I really had no idea about this," I tried to stammer out an explanation to her as she stared at me with her arms crossed.
I could not bear to stay in her presence clothed in the definition of embarrassment!
"Excuse me," I briskly said to her before dashing my way towards the hallway.
I tried my best to cover myself up with my arms in a desperate and futile attempt to prevent anyone else from reading anything written on my shirt. I suddenly spotted Hoseok standing by the hallway amongst the sea of students and I sprinted towards him.
"Hoseok!" I yelled out to him and immediately succeeded in catching his attention as he turned to stare at me. As I made my way towards him, he was a bit surprised to find me clutching at myself with my hands. "Hey, Joon-"
"Do you have an extra shirt that I could borrow?" I urgently asked cutting him off.
"Why? Is something wrong?" he asked concerned. Just why do people always insist on asking the most questions?
His brows furrowed as he stared intently at something on my shoulder. Oh no! My hand immediately shot out to cover my shoulder but it was too late. "You like to wear dinosaur bandages?" he asked me clearly confused.
"Hoseok! THE SHIRT!" I couldn't help but yell at the poor guy making him stagger in the process.
"O-oh, yeah... I think I have one," he stammered out after recovering from my wrath. I heaved a sigh of relief at his response.
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A/N: I apologize for this chapter being so long and if the music was too long or short.
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