What happens when a villain falls in love with a hero? Seems like a complicated situation, right? Well, what if in this case there's two villains, and they're both in love with someone who's anything but a hero? Enter the morally complex anti-hero w...
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𝑻𝒘𝒐 | "𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔!"
Education is important, but school is a never-ending maze of complication.
I continued to get ready for school to attempt to be on time. The key word here, however, was try. Trust me, I hated being late just as much as everyone else hated me being late. I sprayed heat protectant on my hair while waiting for my curling iron to heat up, continuously pondering what my dream truly meant.
"Hey Yoongs," I call, "what do you think it means if you dream about clocks?" I started to curl my s/m/l hair, pinning it up in sections.
"Uh, I don't know, N/n," he replies. "Was that what you dreamt about last night? Clocks?"
"Well, melting clocks, to be more specific," I reply, "but yeah. I dreamt that I couldn't escape from the clocks around me; I was panicking for being late."
Yoongi chuckles. "How befitting for you, Y/n. A dream about being late when you wake up late for your first day of school. Oh, irony is a cruel bastard."
"Aw, come on, Yoongi, don't laugh! This is serious!" I whine. "I really dreamt about this. There was a labyrinth, and two people after me."
Yoongi furrows his brows. "Who was after you?"
"I don't know; I never saw their faces. And even when I did, I didn't recognize them, but they sure recognized me and I sure seemed to know them even though I don't. They were after me, and I was panicking about being late," I repeat, "inside the labyrinth, it kept changing, taunting me as the clocktowers chimed, before starting to melt. Then they warned me, not to be late, to beware." I sprayed my curls with hairspray before brushing them out to soften them up as I finished, and he nodded.
"Well, that's certainly a strange dream. I'm not sure why you would dream about that unless you're stressed about something. Is something bothering you? You can talk to me, you know. I know that our relationship is a bit...different than most, but I still care about you and I'm here if you want to talk."
"Thanks, Yoongi. I think I'm just nervous because it's the first day and I want to be on time and all that, but I don't know." I stare at my reflection in the mirror and realize I hated the way my hair turned out. "Ugh, I hate my hair like this. This was a bad way to waste my time," I complain, before twisting the front pieces up into a complicated little updo to try and save the style, but I still hated it, so I settled on leaving those pieces up and putting the rest into a low ponytail. That was better.
"Well, I think your hair looks pretty like that," Yoongi replies, instantly boosting my confidence, and although he may not have realized it, his compliment meant more to me than he realized. "Are you sure you don't know who was after you in your dream?"
