ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 || NWJNS x F! Reader

4

August 21, 20XX

It takes a minimum of 21 days (or three weeks) for a habit to form, or so claimed in an article you once read in biology. Yet, it only took you less than three for the school's sterile scent to lose its distinctive odor. Perhaps less than that for the other students to start glancing at you with an air of familiarity; for your body to know instinctively where you should head to next. Which turn to take, how far it is from the nearest stairwell, approximately how many steps until you reach the door to your next class–forty to be exact, though you honestly stopped counting sometime during your second day.

"Hey, did you hear about the transfer students?"

"Yeah! Apparently they're a group of five girls; a lot of my friends said they're super pretty."

"You bet! Smooth pale skin, beautiful golden-brown eyes, let alone their beauty? Don't even get me started."

At some point, even the faint chatter from classrooms has also grown oddly comforting. A strange thing to seek reassurance from. Times like this, however, it's all that you have. After what's happened the past couple of days, everyone here sure is lucky–by some miracle, by some sheer force of will–that they're holding on to dear life and pushing back just as death looms over them.

"Someone said they're all related. I think they're sisters."

"Quintuplets?! That's awesome!"

"I heard that they're the daughters of Jung Sungil, the famous chairman of a construction company! He's built tons of things; from parks to even hospitals, honestly a crazy-talented and dotting father."

How long will it last, though? Even now, everyone can still be a hair's breadth away from losing that struggle–the struggling dance between life and death. And no matter how promising today might be, the doubt still runs deep. At least for you it does; sometimes, it's better not to hope too much.

"It looks like Yujin isn't coming today, is she?"

"Poor girl... She did lose her best friend only a few days ago. Attended her funeral and everything."

"It makes sense for her to not come. I'd be pouring my heart out if anything happened to my friends."

With moments filled with superficial smiles and lukewarm attempts at cordiality, you suppose this is how your classmates keep it together? Whatever they're doing, at least, is anything but half-hearted. None of them cared about Wonyoung and often you'd catch some of your classmates talking behind her and Yujin's back. Not like it had anything to do with you, but you expected them to say a lot more than neutral responses. It's safe to say that they have some form of rationality unlike the old villagers.

"Alright, everyone! Please take your seats. We have some special guests joining us today, so save the questions after class. Got it?"