mental institution core

७ . 02

The first week of school passed by slowly. It was rather difficult getting used to waking up early and dealing with loud, annoying people all day. However, the more time passed, the easier it was to get used to the daily routine.

Everyone had left the classroom, it was empty for Amelia and Frankie as they were putting their heavy books away. They talked about random, unimportant topics while enjoying the rare silence that their peers failed to give them.

"Hey, look at this!" Frankie suddenly spoke up. She was eyeing a sheet of paper on the notice board, something that she usually wouldn't look at. A certain word had caught her eye as she was scanning the details of the classroom out of pure boredom.

"What is it?" Amelia picked up her bag and quickly walked to the shorter girl's side. Her face was laced with curiousity as she tried to guess what Frankie was looking at.

"There's a dance club starting this year! We should totally join!" Frankie turned her head to face Mela, giving her an excited smile. Her eyes sparkled with the newfound opportunity, it was no secret that she loved dancing more than anything.

Amelia and Frankie would often learn dances in their free time, it was something both of them enjoyed doing a lot. Dance was a great way of staying fit and getting rid of built up stress at the same time.

Mela forrowed her brows as she kept quiet, processing the words her best friend had just said. Her gaze was focused on the sheet of paper, Frankie was getting worried she might burn a hole into it if she continued staring so intensely.

"I mean... I guess we could give it a try?" She finally answered, meeting Frankie's eyes with sincerity. A slight hint of scepticism was evident in her voice.

"We get extra credit for joining clubs, plus we both love dance so what could go wrong?" The curly haired girl was staring into space absently as she shared her train of thought.

"You're right, that's a good point! Let's do it." Amelia smiled, she was now growing fond of their idea.

The poor, innocent girls had no idea what was in store for them. They had no idea that such a small decision would have such a big impact on their lives. This school year was not going to be eventless for them.

꒰ Time skip ꒱

The day finally arrived, it was time for the first meeting of the dance club. Amelia and Frankie were both equally nervous at the moment. Sure, they loved dancing and they weren't bad at it, but it had only recently dawned on them that dance club meant dancing with other people too. The two girls were quite honestly not the most social creatures, so this newly discovered information was causing them to panic slightly.

Amelia kept her eyes on her feet, as if they'd stop moving when she averted her gaze. She was so focused on trying to walk normally, it served as an effective distraction from her rising nerves.

Frankie kept fixing her bangs as she followed Amelia like a lost puppy. She nearly fell over multiple times as her attention was not on her path. She kept shoving her hair aside, only to move it back to the exact same spot it had been in. A nervous habit she would often indulge in.

"I really hope there aren't any idiots joining, gosh." Mela commented, breaking the silence.

"Same! I want this to work out for us so bad... we deserve it." Frankie stopped harassing her hair and quickly caught up to her taller friend.

"Right, like we're the realest people in this school."

Frankie wheezed slightly at Amelia's remark before nodding with a wide smile. "You never lie."

They suddenly stopped walking, as they had arrived at the alleged dance practice meeting room. Neither of them were willing to actually open the door and go inside though.

"Mela? Frankie?"

The two girls were too busy bickering over who should go inside first, they haven't heard heavy footsteps approach them from behind. Frankie swore she almost fell over when a random deep voice scared her to the core. Amelia also whipped her head around to face the culprit.

"Sunghoon, what are you doing here?" She raised an eyebrow in slight annoyance. "Please don't tell me you lost your house keys again..."

"What?? No! I'm obviously here for the dance practice." He rolled his eyes at her impatience and eyed the door carefully.

"You dance?" Frankie was too distracted by sudden appearance of her friend to care about the mini argument going on.

"No, I'm just here to stand in the room and look pretty." Sunghoon scoffed. A second of silence followed, "Of course I dance, why else would I be here smarty pants??"

"Shut up!" Frankie turned away and crossed her arms over her chest. She soon changed her mind and quickly spun around again. Her eyes met Mela's as they shared a look. The brunette grabbed Sunghoon by the arm and pushed him in front of the door with all her force (which honestly wasn't much, Sunghoon was tall and muscular while she had spaghetti arms).

"You open the door." She stated plainly, it was an obvious demand.

"What? Why me??" Sunghoon replied in an irritated manner. Out of the three of them, neither student had outstanding social skills.

"You heard her!" Amelia smiled lightly, liking the idea of sacrificing Sunghoon for the greater good.

"I hate you guys..." Sunghoon mumbled under his breath, his hands were slowly gravitating towards the doorknob.

"No, you don't~" Frankie patted his back teasingly, watching as he finally opened the door. She quickly moved to Mela's side, hugging her arm in anticipation as she felt her heart rate increase in slight anxiety.

The three of them entered the spacious dance room, looking around in awe of how nice it was. The walls were a dark, cool shade of grey, while the floor contrasted with its warm, light brown color. The wall to the left was hidden completely with a large, clean mirror. Some shelves, speakers and a small couch could be seen at the back area of the room.

Amelia could feel her lips curl upwards into a bright smile as she took in her surroundings. It was the perfect place to practice any kind of dances. However, her victory was short lived as she spotted a certain group present in the room with them. The sight made her smile instantly drop, and her body tensed up.

Frankie followed Mela's gaze to the 5 boys she least wished to see. Before she could stop herself, she whispered something under her breath.

"Oh hell fucking no."

"Girl, we're dead." Amelia replied almost instantly, her frozen state no longer keeping her captive.

The two girls looked at each other with nothing but worry, shock and regret. Neither of them had expected to get this unlucky. The boys were obviously none other than Heeseung, Jake, Jay, Niki, and Sunoo.