savior complex - kth

004

"Just make sure you have everything you need for the next class. Three college ruled notebooks. Three, don't forget." Professor Jin said to our class, 10 minutes before our class was supposed to end.

I watched everyone grab their stuff, trying to hurry out the door but I didn't understand why when we had this extra time. Taehyung picked up his stuff and shoved it disorderly into his book bag, Namjoon didn't think anything of it as he did the same thing he did in our previous class.

He walked with me to the end of the isle and we headed down the stairs. "I hope we get out early every day." I let a little giggle escape my lips at what he said as we walked down the stairs to exit the classroom, but as soon we left the room I was startled by Namjoon almost yelling. "JK! What's up?"

I looked at him confused then to my best friend who was standing outside of our classroom, looking down at his phone. He slid it into his pocket and smiled at Namjoon, giving him a brotherly hug when they reached each other. "You know Jo?" Jungkook asked him, noticing we were walking beside each other.

Namjoon nodded only once turning to face both Jungkook and I as I got to his side. "We had two classes together. Do you guys have a class together?"

"Not quite." I answered for Jungkook. "We've been best friends since we were like 2."

Namjoon seemed taken aback by this, his eyes going a little wide but keeping a friendly look on his face. "No wonder you're both new as juniors."

"I thought we were meeting in the cafeteria." I said to Jungkook who reached behind his head to tug his hood over his head. I reached up and pulled it down.

We all began to walk towards the cafeteria since it was coming up on lunch time, Namjoon just came along with us.

"I figured I'd just get your from your class. I'm being nice."

I giggled at this and so did Namjoon, making Jungkook smile in pride. When we got to the cafeteria we went through a fast food line, all of us getting something different, then found a seat near the window showing everyone walking by.

We dove into our food, making small talk about the classes we had been in and how today was going to be the easiest day of the year. "Speaking of, we always through a first day of class party."

"Who is we?" I asked.

Namjoon chuckled while taking a bite of a fry. "My friends and I. Sorry, should have clarified."

Our first day of class spent drinking and partying sounds almost like a nightmare. I enjoyed partying back in college in California but I also had to try way less hard, not to mention I would be waking up early and taking a walk with Jungkook before classes. I figured Jungkook wouldn't be down for a party, drinking heavily has always clashed with the lots of medicine he has to take.

"Oh sick, I'm down." Jungkook said before I could even get over my thought. His hood was now pulled back up but I didn't attempt to pull it down. I was sort of shocked at his willingness.

I had to remember, though, that this was his dream. He wanted to be here probably worse than any other person walking the campus and to blend in normally and be around people that thought like him was probably making him happy. I'll go along with him, I would do anything for him. "Where is it?"

"7th street. Here." Namjoon pulled out his phone and slid it across the table to me, allowing me to put my phone number into his phone.

"Oh, cool." I said while typing in my number then sliding the phone back to him. "Is it going to be a lot of people?"

Namjoon laughed at a joke I didn't get. "Well, it's all my friends on top of people they invite on top of people those people invite...so sort of."

Oh boy. Everyone on this school grounds already made it seem like it was over crowded, I wonder how it's going to be when most of the school is shoved into a house. I had faith that Namjoon had nice friends considering how nice he was, but Taehyung was a little questionable but maybe he was just not very social. Jungkook was often guilty of that at our old college, but I can tell he wants this time to be different.

My first day of ballet, instead of today, was tomorrow; our instructor letting us try to just enjoy our first day of class. This was extremely weird to me because growing up most of my days were dedicated to practicing and working out or wrapping my feet with bandages. I remember reading online how this school had seen a lot of hard times when it came to the ballerina's or dancers in general, how they learned over working them was never the way. Their recitals were so incredible and judged by the most elite critics though, how can they balance it all out. I was soon to figure out.

Jungkook and I walked home but we took the longest way we could to really take in the city, even stopping to grab some sherbet ice cream which, when we were 5, Jungkook said we should only have on special occasions. Having a good first day was a special occasion I finally convinced him.

Our loft apartment seemed a little more comfortable and 'homey' when we arrived back to it, picking between taking a nap or watching a movie to take a nap. I knew I needed to practice dancing at some point, Jungkook would be happy to be my audience, but I was really tired and going to this party tonight was going to take away probably most of the sleep we'd get tonight. Justifying this nap we were settling in on the couch for.

I woke up to a gag coming from the other end of the couch, making me jolt up. I was familiar with the sound but this was the first time I was completely alone to deal with it, but I knew how to handle it. I ran to the bathroom after Jungkook leaned over, letting out a grunt in pain when I got the trash can. I almost didn't make to him in time but luckily he puked as soon as it reached him. He has been down this road too many times to know how bad it is when he doesn't throw up into a trash can.

He mumbled an I'm sorry as he tried to lay back normally on the couch, I could see all the sweat building up on his forehead and his jaw clenched to try not to express the pain he was in.

"It's okay, Jungkook. I promise." I reassured him which was the only thing I could really do in this situation.

I got him a bottle of water, thinking about how we shouldn't have taken that long of a walk home especially after he's been walking around all day on our large campus. It was my mistake to not put a stop behind it, I guess I just figured the first few days went unscathed so today we'd be just as lucky.

When I got back into the living room where he was, I sat on the coffee table so I was to his left and I handed him his water. "I think we should stay in tonight."

He shook his head after pulling the water bottle down, looking at me almost pleading. "We have to go. I already said we would. It'd be so lame if we bailed on our new and only friend."

"No." I said, receiving the water bottle back from him and keeping both my hands around it in my lap. "It's so soon, it's almost dark outside. Plus, you're going to be sober there and also in pain that will suck-"

"I feel better now." He interrupted. He sat up trying to mask the pain but I knew him well enough. I also knew him well enough to know that he was stubborn and wouldn't let us stay home tonight. I'd go for the hour he can handle and then we'll leave, just get his fix or showing up and talking to everyone. I could also use the excuse that I needed to go to bed early for ballet, something he won't argue with. He brought me out of my thought by making a not so funny joke. "Who knows, maybe you'll fall in love and you'll have me to thank for the rest of your life."