With the weekend over, it's time for (Y/n) to go back to school. Clutching the strap of her bag she trudges past the school gates and into what (Y/n) considers one of her many hells.
Walking through the school grounds (Y/n) keeps her head down avoiding any and all eye contact, despite it being so early, that there are little to no students around.
Nervously (Y/n) thinks back to this morning.
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To her surprise she awoke alone in her bed. Brushing off her slight disappointment (Y/n) gets dressed and goes downstairs to make breakfast, maybe even start on some of the chores she failed to complete yesterday. Hoping with all her heart that she didn't cause any trouble for her family, and that they will have it in their hearts to forgive her appalling behaviour, but overall (Y/n) has prepared herself to face whatever punishment Aunt Gretta has planned for her.
However, when (Y/n) reaches the kitchen a table full of food lays waiting for her. The sight of an already made breakfast puts (Y/n) in a daze. She knows for certain that Aunt Gretta would never cook something so grand, so it could only mean one thing. Snapping out of her trance (Y/n) frantically scurries around the house, mentally checking off the long list of chores that she was supposed to do, all of them were already completed.
Immediately (Y/n) is overcome with the guilt of pushing the punishment that was meant for her onto others. She calls out to her seven new friends to try and apologise to them for her laziness, and if it was possible she hopes that they could forgive her. Instead dread fills (Y/n)s heart when her words are met with nothingness... she calls out their names again and again, but only silence remains.
The fear of abandonment smashes down onto (Y/n) like a brutal wave mercilessly crashing down onto the shore. Knees buckling from under her, the girl falls to the floor murmuring their names over and over in hopes that just one of them will answer her. Yet the silence still remains. (Y/n) never thought that silence could be so crushing.
Suddenly (Y/n) remembers the mark on her arm, if it's still there then it must mean that the contract still remains intact. Hastily (Y/n) checks her arm and lets out a sigh of relief when the mark is still there, 'Thank God they haven't abandoned me... is it okay to thank God for that? Anyway now's not the time for that! I knew I should've done the chores myself, they are not answering because they're mad at me, I have to find a way to apologise to them,' (Y/n) delicately traces the mark on her arm as tears well up in her eyes. As always she pushes them down, feeling as though she doesn't have the right to cry, mentally bashing herself for being so useless, rude, and spoiled, just like her aunt says she is.
Looking up at the clock (Y/n) realises that times running out before the rest of her family wake up. Unwillingly pushing down her current dilemma (Y/n) quickly eats a couple slices of toast, washes the knife she used, and puts it back in its original draw.
During busy school mornings the whole family finds that (Y/n) gets in the way, so to stop annoying her family (Y/n) has gotten into the habit of setting off for school before any of them have even arose from their slumber.
Packing her bag (Y/n) rushes out of the house.
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Heading into the school library (Y/n) gives an almost inaudible greeting, along with a small polite smile to the librarian. She briefly looks up at (Y/n), uninterested in the girl's existence entirely and looks back down at her game of sudoku displayed on her computer screen.
The library itself isn't large, but it can't be considered small either, however the illusion of limited space is thanks to the fact that as many bookshelves as possible have been crammed into the room, making it seem confined and messy.
As usual (Y/n) expertly meanders through the maze of bookshelves finally arriving at her usual corner. Situated in the furthest nook of the library (Y/n) slumps down in her favorite spot on the floor, under a small window that perfectly captures the vast expanse of the blue sky.
Getting comfy, she puts her earphones in and starts to listen to her favourite songs, while finishing the homework she planned to do the night prior. However (Y/n) can't stop her eyes from wandering towards the soft blue of the morning sky, and watching the white picturesque clouds that idly float by, completely oblivious of the melancholy that still weighs heavy on (Y/n)s mind.
Time flies by fast in this world of her own and before (Y/n) knew it the warning bell for her first class rings. The whole morning so far without annoying a single person? a win in her books. Quickly packing her bags she heads towards her first class, maths.
Sitting in her usual seat close to the front, (Y/n) buries her face in her arms and tries her best to pretend that she doesn't exist. As usual students come rolling in leisurely taking their seats, their happy chatter never stopping as the room increasingly gets louder and louder, and as usual in this sea of lively conversation not one person says a thing to (Y/n), and in an almost unspoken agreement all the seats surrounding her stay empty.
The second bell rings signalling that class has officially begun, and not a moment later Mr Brigsby enters the room. Immediately the chatter dies out, as this scrotum of a man marches to the front of the class with the authority of a thousand generals, but none of the credentials to back his pompous, "better than thou" attitude. In a commanding voice he barks at everyone to stand and greet him, and as always the students follow his commands.
Allowing the class to sit he continues talking while marching up and down the front of the room, "Good morning. Before I start today's lesson I have a few new students to introduce. They will introduce themselves and sit down, no one, and I repeat No One, will ask them any unnecessary questions. You teens can ask them anything as long as it's in your Own time. You may come in boys."
Seven familiar faces enter the room albeit slightly younger than (Y/n) remembers, the girls can't help but squeal in delight, while the guys who were once confident in their looks second guess if they were ever actually attractive in the first place. (Y/n) is just confused, her mouth opening and closing, looking like a fish out of water, trying to articulate the right words to say.
Bts introduces themselves one by one, giving the class the exact same names that were given to (Y/n) the day before, and sure enough one by one they take the seats surrounding (Y/n). Suddenly the star struck stares that showered Bts turn into glares of jealousy that are aimed at (Y/n)s back, burning her like thousands of vengeful fire ants burrowing under her skin.
Once the seven are seated Mr Brigsby takes no time to start up his lesson, and (Y/n) tries her best to ignore the newly found negative attention aimed at her back.
While pretending to focus on whatever Mr Brigsby has started writing on the white board, (Y/n) tries to wrap her head around the seven demons that seemingly vanished this morning, who just showed up as students at her school. Glancing at her new neighbours she lets out a small sigh of relief, being able to see them in person lifted a weight off (Y/n)'s shoulders, that's when (Y/n) hears Jimin's voice in the back of her head.
Jm: (Y/n) are you surprised!? You are, aren't you!
Snapping to her right (Y/n) sees Jimin grinning widely as he taps his head with his finger, probably signalling some sort of telepathy.
(Y/n): uuuummm yeah? I guess? So you guys aren't mad at me for making you do my chores? I'm sorry that that happened, I'll do better and make sure it'll never happen again... I'm sorry for being so useless, that's why you guys ignored me this morning right?.... I'm sorry...
(Y/n) thoughts starting to spiral into a jumbled mess of apologies, and self loathing statements, as Jimin starts to panic.
Jm: (Y/n)! (Y/n)! Calm down, deep breaths, okay? You're okay, we're not mad at anything, after all what's there to be mad about?
(Y/n): me forcing you to do those chores! Isn't that why you guys didn't answer me no matter what I said this morning?
Jm: oh (Y/n)... We weren't ignoring you, we were just a bit busy getting everything ready to enter your school, it's not like we could just show up unannounced and walk in, some prep was necessary. Anyway it's really cute that you think you can force us to do anything (Y/n).
Unable to stop a little chuckle from escaping her lips as she imagines the seven of them barging into school and causing the largest mess possible. Only for a sudden blush to bloom on her cheeks, as the embarrassment of her blatant jump to conclusions take full control of her emotions.
Although (Y/n) can't deny some of that embarrassment is from such an attractive person called her cute.
His comforting and sweet words continue to bounce around (Y/n)s head.
Jimin stifles a small chuckle trying his best to pretend that he heard nothing, happily watching (Y/n) try her best to focus on a lesson he couldn't care less about.
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