Be A Kid (Taehyun X Reader)

4

  "And that's how you determine your excess and limiting reagents. Start on your textbook questions. I'll make them due on Wednesday."

  With a sigh, you flipped the pages of your textbook and opened a notebook, making a title at the top so you could keep your notes looking nice. If there was one thing you could pride yourself on, it was the organization of your hand in assignments.

As you began reading the first question in the textbook, you could hear the low sounds of chattering and the scraping of desks on the floor as people moved next to their friends to do their questions.

You bit your lip to help you focus. You ran your tongue over raw spots where you'd bit the skin off while in deep concentration. Your leg bobbed up and down as you focussed on the questions, going through each step in your head before mapping out the calculations on your paper, drawing a square around your final answer.

  Your focus was broken when the classroom phone rang. The teacher was fast to answer so you were able to focus once again. The focus was once again broken when the teacher knelt by your desk.

  "You need to go to the office," he told you. "Take your stuff. You've been called out for the rest of the day." He made sure to keep his voice low so no one else heard. He assured you that the office workers would explain to you.

  Anxiety spiked in your chest as you shoved your books in your bag, rushing through the rows of desks, ignoring the glances of the others in your class. When you got to the office, your heart was in your throat.

  "One of your siblings was hurt," the office woman told you. Your heart sank from your throat to your stomach. "Your father has called you out for the rest of the day so you're good to go."

  You thanked her as fast as you could and rushed out to start the long walk to their school. You sprinted across every crosswalk and walked faster than you ever had before. You could feel the sweat gathering on your forehead as you opened the doors to the elementary school, making your way to the office. When you got in, you told them why you were here. Of course, they recognized you and led you to the principals office.

  It struck you as weird. They were hurt, weren't they? Why weren't you taken to the nurses office?

  When you entered, you were greeted with the principal, two other parents, another kid, and Seojun.

  "Hello Ms Park. I'm so sorry to have to call you out of school for this," the principal apologized.

  "What happened?" You asked as you clutched the strap to your backpack.

  "It seems there was an argument between Seojun and Byeongho," the principle explained. "They were in gym class and Byeongho accidentally hit Seojun in the face with a dodgeball. Seojun got angry and a bit of a fight broke out."

  Your eyes were wide with surprise as you listened to the explanation. You looked to Seojun and he had a split lip.

  "He did it on purpose!" Seojun yelled, but he was silenced by a sharp glare from the principal.

  "Seojun, can you come here?" you asked, kneeling down and putting your backpack down on the floor. Seojun looked scared as he stood up from his seat in front of the principle. You observed him as he walked to you. He didn't a have limp, nor were there any other clearly visible marks. The worst he seemed to have was his split lip. You'd make sure to check his arms, legs, chest, and back when you got home. "Can you tell me what happened?" You asked, keeping your voice soft.

  "Byeongho tried to hit my face. He didn't do it on accident. I got mad and I asked him to apologize and he wouldn't. He throwed another dodgeball at me and I got even more angry," he explained, his lip quivering. He looked like he was on the verge of tears but continuously chocked them back.