Miratackle Academy || Beomgyu x Reader

Chapter 11

"So," Beomgyu said dropping his bag on my room floor, "Where do we sleep?"

"Crap," I mumbled, "You don't mind the floor, do you?"

They both shrugged in unison. I guess they didn't care. I opened my closet and searched for the sleeping bags I had kept over the years. After a moment, I finally found them. A smile crept across my face as I had forgotten just how they looked.

There were four I hadn't ever thrown away for some reason. One was pink and red with flowers, one had squirrel and hedgehog, one was solid white, and the other had some American doll on it. I turned and held up them.

"I'll take the white one," Beomgyu said.

"The flowers are kind of pretty," Yeonjun smiled, "I'll take it."

Beomgyu and Yeonjun exchanged looks.

"Pink's a manly color," Yeonjun flexed.

"Leaves me with the cartoon," I said putting the other in the closet.

"You're sleeping on the floor, too?" Yeonjun asked.

"It's only fair," I said, "you think I'll wake up in pain?"

Yeonjun scoffed, "It's a floor, Yinjae."

I mocked his tone, "We got sleeping bags, Yeonjun."

Beomgyu let a small smile creep across his face. I felt myself let a smile go aside from the serious act I wanted. Yeonjun put a hand on his hip and cocked his head at Beomgyu. I couldn't help, but to smile bigger. Beomgyu looked at him and frowned.

"Where's the bathroom?" Beomgyu asked.

"Second door past the kitchen," I said.

With that, he nodded. I grabbed his sleeping bag and sat it on the floor. Yeonjun and I decided to rearrange the bags and put them in a strange way. Basically everyone was head to head at opposite angles. Sort of similar to a firework shape.

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[Beomgyu POV]

I felt a bit sick as I made my way down the hall. It was dreadsome considering this was one of my gifts. Feeling sick always meant something bad was about to happen. Sometimes I'd escape it by teleporting away, but the nausea was too strong for me.

There was distant chatter that became louder as I got closer to the kitchen. I stopped just a little behind the wall and clenched the bottom of my jacket into my fist. Yinjae's parents seemed to be discussing something and I felt nosy, so I opened my ears.

"If we don't tell her before her next vacation back," a male voice said, "She'll wonder why it's just me here."

"Kwang," a woman's voice spoke softly, "I don't know what to do with you. This whole divorce is ridiculous."

He cleared his throat, "If you hadn't cheated-"

"I was never with any death!" she yelled.

"Keep it down," he lowly grunted, "She can't know yet."

A chair was scooted and shoved into the table harshly. Instantly, I decided to take a few steps back and act as if I was just passing through. I avoided any eye contact with her father and headed to the bathroom.

By the time I had locked the door, my nausea was gone. I looked in the mirror at myself. Her parents were divorcing because they must've not known about shifts. Hardly anyone did. I only found out through Chunha and Soobin. They weren't too happy about it.

Ever since it was found out of her being a shift, the whole student council has been involving her in activities just so they could keep an eye out on her. She was sort of a ticking time bomb anyway. Who knows how long it'd be before another shift was born?