SuperB || BTS FF

| Part 13 |

"Hey! Give that back, Hoseok!"

Turns out that explaining everything that happened last night to a group of half-awake teenagers wasn't the best decision.

Park Jimin couldn't process anything his friend, Namjoon, was saying. His brain was crammed full of world history facts from studying last night, and he was too afraid of forgetting important details.

In Kim Seokjin's case, he wasn't even awake for the first 10 minutes of Namjoon talking. His eyes were hidden behind his pitch-black sunglasses, so no one noticed his short nap.

Jung Hoseok actually listened to every word he said; since he was involved in this now, he wanted to know everything he could.

The only problem was keeping Hoseok calm.

It has been almost a full week since they got to know the very eccentric transfer student. They learned that he had no inside voice, he laughed at every joke with his entire body and he flailed his arms a lot.

For example, if he were to hear that the necklace he bought as a gift was responsible for all their 'recent discoveries', he might throw his arms up in astonishment.

And with Hoseok not knowing how to control his power, he just might accidentally activate it.

"I don't even know how I did that!" Hoseok yelled while his eyes were trained on the blue paperback book hanging in the air.

Namjoon's eyes moved between Hoseok with his arms raised and the floating book.

"Put your hands down...slowly."

He held his breath as he slowly- painfully slow- put his arms down by his side. The book followed his hands exactly; landing right on Seokjin's desk.

Seokjin snatched the book and held it close to him, "Levitate your own belongings!"

"I'm sorry. I'll keep my hands by my side," Hoseok promised.

"Alright, I'll go back to napping."

Namjoon questioned, "Napping?"

"I meant listening! I'll go back to listening." Seokjin smiled at his friend, however, the disappointment was still plastered on Namjoon's face.

"Seriously..." Namjoon shook his head, "Can you believe this, Chim?"

"France declared war on Austria, April 20, 1792," Jimin recited. His eyes were focused on the blank chalkboard behind Namjoon.

"...Am I the only one who listened?" Hoseok asked, pointing a finger at himself.

This time, the chalk that rested on the board flew past everyone in the direction that Hoseok's finger was pointing.

Before anyone could say anything, Hoseok ran to pick up the chalk at the back of the classroom yelling, "Sorry, guys!"

Namjoon sighed at no one in particular. If his other friend were there to help, things would probably go a lot smoother. One glance at his watch told him class was going to start soon.

"Hey, what's taking Taehyung so long to get here?"

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The mint-colored bicycle rode smoothly down the clean, asphalt streets. Its rider had on the standard uniform for his school- Black slacks, white button-up, black tie, white blazer, and clean white sneakers.

He parked his bicycle in the familiar alleyway next to an art supply store he frequently visits.

He entered, pushing open the cold glass door with one hand and keeping the other in his pocket. The quiet of the store was broken when the bell above the door rang.