Not Around

Chapter 6

15 minutes.

That's the estimated time Y/N had guessed she'd been standing inside the stall unsure of what to do. All she could think of is wait for someone to arrive and pray that this person could help her.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The door replies to Y/N banging her head on the door. She tried yelling earlier, no one heard, or at least, no one responded. Curse whoever took her clothes. If she ever finds out who did this she'll make sure they never sleep peacefully ever again.

Y/N could think of one person who would do this, but thinking of who to blame won't help her get out of there fully clothed. The girl chews on her thumb's nail showing how she's halfway close to completely losing her mind. She paces in the spacious stall, thinking hard about what to do.

An idea pops up. She groans. It was a terrible idea, yet an idea nonetheless.

Should she? If she remembered correctly, cameras turned back on at exactly 7, it should be around 6 :30 so she's pretty sure none of them are recording at the moment. Y/N drops her hand and wipes her thumb on her towel.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Y/N stops herself from hotheadedly kicking down the milkwhite door with a simple reminder that she can't afford to replace it. She takes a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

1, 2, 3-

She opens the door and mentally prepares herself to run as fast as she could to her room. Run, yes that was her genius of a plan. Head to her room in only a towel and find safety in a room she shared with two people who seemingly hated her guts.

A plan she couldn't fulfill because as soon as she left her stall, she collided onto a hard and sturdy wall. A moving wall. Wait, a moving wall?

"Holy motherfucking shit." Y/N couldn't help but let out a string of profanities at the throbbing pain on her forehead that the impact left, one hand on her towel and the other holding on to her face to numb the pain.

"Sorry-" "Don't turn around!"

Her arms reacted faster than her mind could register the fact that the stranger in front of her was moving and held on to his broad shoulders. Said stranger slowly held his hands up in the air like a criminal would when caught by the authorities. Y/N tightens her grip putting him in his place.

Y/N noticed the clothes he hand in his hands.

"Hand me your clothes now! Without looking!"

"But these are my clo-" "Close your eyes and give it now."

Sunghoon doesn't know how he ended up in that situation. He was just starting his day normally like the rest of the I-Landers and about to get ready for training.

His mind had been filled with things to do on his way to the shower room and that included thinking about how he could ask Y/N to train together with him. He didn't think he'd have to see her this soon. And definitely not like this.

Sunghoon sighs, surrendering his hoodie and shorts behind his back. Y/N snatches it from his hold and heads back in the stall, locking it for good measure. The boy stays silent waiting for her to explain.

After about a minute of the sound of shuffling feet and scuffling of clothes, Sunghoon jolts at the click and bang of Y/N slamming the door open, clad in his black 'South Korean Iceskating Team' apparel and neon green shorts.

It was only when she saw the boy had stammered away when she realized her actions had startled the older boy.

"Sorry. I can explain." She breathes out in a hurry for him not to misunderstand. Sunghoon slowly nods, as if he had a choice.