𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | Jay Park

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CHAPTER TWO
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📖 YANG HAEWON.
"Can you hurry up?" Jungwon questioned in annoyance, looking back at me as we both continued to make our way to school.

Jungwon being apart of the schools council meant us having to arrive at school thirty minutes earlier than everyone else. He's a perfectionist and states that he needs to rehearse his lines for the morning assembly a thousand times over.

"You nail it every morning, why do we need to be so early all of the time?" I helplessly grumbled and dragged my feet along whilst moving my bag onto both shoulders. I don't know why I also needed to tag along to school with my brother so early in the morning — my parents seemed to have it imbedded in their heads that if I don't arrive with Jungwon, then I won't arrive at all.

Which is completely false.

Jungwon let out a heavy sigh and slowed down his steps for me to catch up — returning to his regular pace once we were side by side. "And the reason I nail it every morning is because of the time I take to practice my script." He stated, briefly rolling his eyes in the process and fixing his school tie so it's perfectly in the middle of his white button up shirt.

School was like my own form of hell. I had not one singular friend — the main reason for that being because my parents decided I don't deserve the right to friends, and that I haven't earned that privilege yet. I was expected to sit with pin straight posture and to not move a muscle as the teacher spoke to the entire class. I always need to complete my work with no mistakes whatsoever.

It was a struggle, but I had gotten use to it by now so I guess it was that bad. School did actually get a little better once the band formed — it now being one of my favourite things to sneak off being heading to the library to just listen to them rehearse.

It was quiet, not a single student in sight. A few cars owned by some of the teachers were dotted around the parking lot — the full bins overflowing onto the ground near the entrance of the school, creating a huge mess and an extremely nauseating smell.

My hand reached out to open one of the school double doors, only for a skateboard to skid in front of me — the rider kicking his board up to hold and glancing back at me. "Sorry, sweetheart." His thick American accent broke out, his eyes gazing over me with a smug smirk.

I froze in place, unable to move. Jay Park, Chaestone Revolution's lead guitarist stood before me. My head just about made it over his broad shoulders — his dark brown eyes beadily stared down at me. His lips that somehow always had a slit down the middle smirking confidently in the process.