'Why did I have to get admission here? Everyone knows how bad the school and its surrounding are!'
Sighing, I went to the corridor, carefully slipping through the fight going on.
"Oh! Sorry, where are my manners! Hey! I am Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. As you can see, there is no day where fights don't happen. This is a school full of delinquents."
I quickly sat on my seat. Not at the front not at the back. In the middle, safe from all the trouble.
You're wondering how I ended up here? Come on, let me tell you a story... of Namjoon.
"Namjoon had loving parents and also a younger sister, who used to adore and look up to him. But everything came crashing down in his life when they got into an accident. Where his parents and sister got killed in front of his eyes and he was the sole survivor. And that's how he ended up in a school full of delinquents."
"Roll no. 1- KIM NAMJOON"
I raised my hands "Present ma'am."
Phew. I almost missed my attendance.... that wouldn't have been good. Right now, it's my favorite subject... History.
Weird right? Well, not my fault people don't love history. I enjoy understanding history of things, places. It gives a closure to what and how it happened.
The bell rang sooner than expected. I quickly packed my bags and ran through the corridor to the court. It's PE now. My least favorite.
But I love to come here.... why? Because all the senior students have PE together. That means I can see my best friend play basketball. He is such a good basketball player.
You must see him play. You'd be his fan.
*******
Just because of that buff of a bully guy, I am not able to play.
"Roll no. 2- Min Yoongi!"
"I'm here, sir!" I ran towards the coach.
"Replace player no. 56. Inform him the principle is calling him. Go fast!" The coach instructed.
"Finally" I muttered.
Lol.... player no. 56 is a bad news. He would bully people without a reason. I wish someone could just give him and those other bullies a lesson.
I quickly took my position as a shooting guard.
We won the match within 40mins. We didn't need the overtime.
"Yoongi hyung! You won!!! Let's eat something good! Also, good thing that the couch sent him to the principle earlier. Or we would have lost the match." My best friend said.
"Of Course, they should. The principle won't want our school to lose against their Enemy school. He would do anything just to win." I stated.
"Well, that's a fact. I just hope there is someone strong enough... physically and mentally to start teaching these bullies a lesson." He spoke.
"Since when did the believer of non-violence, Kim Namjoon started to seek violence?" I teased.
"Hyung, you know I didn't mean that. Just someone who can wittily spoil his every attempt to his bulling." He whined.
Chuckling at him, we both went to our hostel in our school campus.
(A/n: Idk how a boarding school is so please bear with me.)
Finally. Now, I can peacefully sleep on my bed. No one to disturb be from my sleep. Namjoon went to the library attached in the hostel.
*****
I am nervous yet excited, I have no idea what this school has for me in the future. I hope I get a good roommate.
I went towards the allotted room.
'B-404'
'Roll no. 1-8'
I looked down to the ID; my roll number is...... 3.
I opened the door where it was written my roll number and name. I kept my bags and went outside to meet my dormmates.
'knock' 'knock'
"Hi! I am Jung Hoseok, your new dorm mate. I hope we get along well." I said and gave them few chocolates.
"Thank you, Hoseok. I am Kim Namjoon. And the sleeping guy is my roommate, Min Yoongi. It's nice to have you here. I hope we be best of friends. BTW, what is your age? Yoongi hyung is from March'93. I am from September'94. " Namjoon said.
"Oh well, then Yoongi is my hyung and you and my dongsaeng. I am from Feb'94. I think I should go. I have to unpack my things before the dinner time."
"Talking about dinner what time is our dinner at?" I asked. I was hungry because of all the travelling.
"Oh! It's at 7pm. Don't worry hyung, we'll go together." Namjoon said, showing his dimple at the end.
I waved him off and went to my room to start unpacking.
(A/n: All of their rooms are like the above pic, just with their favorite colors)
An hour later, I finished unpacking and arranging my side of the room as per my liking. I layed on my soft bed and was just about get a wink of sleep, when I heard a knock on the door.
"Let's go Hoseok?" Yoongi hyung asked.
"Let's go hyung!" I said excited and followed behind them.
"Don't get so excited hyung. It would be a surprise if we are able to eat something in peace." Namjoon said.
What? Why would he say that? I think they saw my confused look, and they said, "I guess, you didn't search properly about this place before joining. There are a lot of bullies. and the main one being the warden's son. He will always create a ruckus during dinner."
My eyes widened. Why would my parents send me to a school full of well-known bullies and criminal minded people.
We settled on the desk allotted to us.
"There are roll numbers on everything. Why is that?" I asked genuinely confused.
"Yea... you will see why the roll numbers are important here." Namjoon said.
Oh brother. The suspense will kill me. But I think I will have to keep my curiosity inside me, or I will end up getting bullied.
"MIN YOONGI! HOW DARE YOUR FAT ASS PLAY IN PLACE!!!??"
PLAYER NUMBER 56!? Shit what the duck is he doing here?
"Yo-ongi hyung, I- this time you are in trouble. God help us, send someone who can help him please!" Namjoon prayed.
He was a bit late. No one can avoid fate. We gasped and got out of our chairs while hyung was on the floor with black eye.
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[Word Count: 1060]
Kim Namjoon (5)
Min Yoongi (7)
Jung Hoseok (6)
Let's just say that in the school that they study in children are taught history, starting from the age of 5. (After writing the chapter I remembered it would be crazy for a child to study about history).
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