Foes to Flames || yang jeongin x y/n

chapter 9: late-night studying

Y/n stretched her arms as she woke up in the morning on a dreary Thursday, sat up in her bed after her alarm went off.

She tiredly rubbed her eyes, as she gathered all her thoughts together and discarded of them- feeling ready to start the day.

An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach, but she ignored it as made her way to the bathroom attached to her room, the familiar routine of brushing her teeth and tending to her skin with her regular morning skincare.

"Should I do some light makeup?" She said to herself, scratching her head in thought.

"Nah, it's just school, who's bothered."

Back in her room, she walked over to her vanity, her gaze drawn to the familiar pair of glasses resting on the side.

She slipped them on, the world snapping into sharp focus. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, wondering to herself about her own identity.

So this is what I look like. I haven't looked in the mirror in a long time. It's still disappointing as ever.

Oh well, looks aren't everything, anything even, contrary to what Jia and the other attention seekers at school think.

I don't need to be beautiful to be successful. If I just keep my grades up, impress my teachers and keep my focus then I should be able to get into Yonsei.

Y/n told herself, nodding in agreement to herself, playing with her hair, not caring much about how it looked. She picked up her bag and left her bedroom.

At school~

Y/n was now in her form room and waiting for Ryujin to arrive.

She hated when she was alone and had to wait for her to arrive, she had to deal with the other people in the class.

When around Ryujin, most people wouldn't dare to approach her, unless they wanted to feel the wrath of her insults.

Everytime Y/n hoped that no one would disturb her, she hates having to talk to or deal with anyone, not because she's too shy or anything, but because she hates talking to people other than her closest known.

Which made her seem shy in that she never really talks. With Ryujin she talks more freely, but she felt the only person she talks to truly is to herself within the confinement of her mind.

Y/n sat at her desk, waiting whilst drawing a random flower in the corner of her notes. Every minute she just kept on adding on another layer of petals to the flower.

Eventually it got bigger and bigger, almost reaching to where her notes were written.

She hated waiting. Hated the silence that stretched between her and the arrival of Ryujin.

It wasn't that she was shy, not really. She just preferred the company of her own thoughts. The world felt too loud, too chaotic, too full of people who wanted to talk, to intrude, to demand her attention.

And of course, social skills. A necessity, and something she didn't possess.

The other students in the class buzzed around her, their voices a constant, irritating hum.

They were all so eager. Eager to talk, to laugh, to share all their stories. Y/n couldn't understand it. What was there to talk about? What was there to share?

She had her own place, a place built within the confines of her mind. It was a place where she could be whoever she wanted to be, where she could say whatever she wanted to say, without fear of judgment or misunderstanding.