Deal me an Idol [Lee Know x Y/n]

Chapter 2

How considerate, all my friends have left school already without wishing me good bye. I peer around the Maths corridor, but they have gone home already. Cool air greets me as I stride out the back entrance of the school, and despite the lovely, shimmering sunshine painting the field and carefully lining the spring leaves, the chill presented by the breeze keeps the world in a phase between seasons. Sparse grey clouds dot the sea of sky above me, signalling for a gentle spring shower yet to come.

Yuna : Hi y/n! I didn't catch you to say goodbye, my drama club crew is practicing in the hall. Pop by if you can!!!

I smile to myself. Yuna didn't forget about me. Oh...I would love to watch some of their new play, but I have a huge Chemistry test tomorrow. That's unfortunately my weakest subject. Hanni insists that it's because I've never had Chemistry would anyone in my life. That's not completely a lie; I've just never been interested in love before, and I don't plan on focusing on something as inconsistent and complicated as a relationship anytime soon.

Before I can text back to my thoughtful friend, an irritated scoff sounds from around the corner. I face the oncoming breeze, squinting around to see if someone is there. Taking a few steps and arriving at the side of the building in a one-way lane, I see a blonde head nodding anxiously with a phone glued to one ear.

Mr. Chan : I've already sent the files and conditions. I don't get why you can't cooperate. He's a student again at the school, therefore it's a requirement you meet the payment for the rest of the year along with the amount for the duration he missed.

Oops. This is none of my business. I swoop around to go back, when another infuriated noise radiates from the enraged IT teacher.

Mr. Chan : Lino is a good student, ma'am. The school is glad to have him, but we need you to understand that-Hello? Hello? Ma'am- Damn it. *snaps Samsung flip shut*

Mr. Chan swears, beginning to stroll to where I am positioned. A heavy beat erupts from his phone, undoubtedly produced by himself, and he accepts another call. He answers the person across the line in a furious tone, his teeth clenched beneath the huff of snide words he releases. Maybe I'll just hear what this is about and then go home...

Mr. Chan : Hello? Who is this?

Mr. Chan : Oh, yes. *pause* Ah, I'm very sorry. I- Yes, I understand.

Mr. Chan : Tomorrow? Okay, tomorrow. *pause* Wait, what? Excuse me, what do you mean tomorrow? This isn't what I was told when I began this. *swears*

His sharp voice from before has disappeared with the calming wind, and a worried, pleading tone takes over his sentences.

Mr. Chan : You know I don't have the amount yet. I can't... I can't come tomorrow. I'm sorry *sighs* This-this isn't going to work. I don't understand; we made a deal! What- *pause* Do you know how difficult it was for me to get to this point, and you expect me-

His annoyed pleading is cut off by something meeting him dead in the throat. I hear the clink of his phone on the ground, a shocked yelp, and the thud of his body on the pavement.

Y/n : Mr. Chan? Oh crap... *covers mouth and sprints to Mr. Chan*

The IT teacher is collapsed on his side upon the pavement, the wind rustling in his opaque hair. No sign of the culprit whatsoever... What in the world?

Y/n : *kneels down* Um, Mr. Chan? What happened?

Y/n : *turns him over* Oh sh- Wait, where did the phone go? Damn...

I shoot up, searching the area around his unconscious body for the phone, when a glint of a cracked screen hints to me from beside a bin. The insanely noisy music begins to ring out again from the phone, but comes to an end soon after I pick the device up. The screen is wrecked; a sharp, white crack straight down the middle. Beyond the shattered glass, a name appears for just a second before the call is cut. Choi Haejoo.

Ugh, what I am doing staring at this destroyed phone? A teacher is lying unconscious on the ground.

Y/n : *shakes Mr. Chan again* Sir, are you all right? Hello? *swears*

I take off at my fastest pace, speeding back around the bend and to the entrance. I have to find someone, anyone. Who would attack someone on school property, and a teacher? I don't believe the few bullies we have here would do such a thing. Then who the hell was that?

Sprinting through the corridor, I turn my head around to check if I missed a teacher passing by, and meet face to face with a stunned boy when I swoop my head back around, skidding to a rough halt.

Y/n : Oh goodness! *stumbles back* Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you.

I peer at the tensed form of Lino, limply holding his phone in one hand while is other is hooked onto his pant pocket.

Y/n : Seriously, I'm sorry. *regains posture* Have you seen a teacher around here?

The boy doesn't provide an answer, so I continue my search for a somebody to help. I frantically yank open classroom doors, each one containing either no one or a few clueless students, but all lacking a trusted adult. I shake my head, leaning on the door of the final classroom in the entrance corridor.

Lino : What's wrong?

Y/n : Oh! *jumps* Where did you come from?

Lino : *stands in front of y/n* Why are you running around looking for a teacher? It's after hours.

Y/n : *clicks tongue* Why are you asking after ignoring my panic just a second ago?

Lino : Do you only ask questions? *raises eyebrows*

Y/n : *sighs* Mr. Chan is injured. He's in that creepy alley by the steps to the tennis courts. I'm looking for someone to help, I obviously couldn't bring him here myself.

Lino : How did he get hurt? *scratches head*

Y/n : I think someone punched him, from what I could hear. But I can't be sure.

Lino's eyes acquire a glossy shine, and not a pleasant looking one either. For a moment I predict he's going to pass out too, but he snaps back to the present, blinks at me, and then walks away.

Y/n : *mutters* Thanks for the help.

The only option left is the office.