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

Chapter 3

Y/n : *enters the main office* Ms. Soyeon? Ms. Jihyo? Hello? Is anybody here?

Mr. Namjoon : Good afternoon, y/n. Is everything okay? You seem quite distressed. *adjusts glasses*

Mr. Namjoon has appeared, but from where was not clear.

Y/n : Uh, hello. *startled* Good afternoon, Mr. Namjoon. Mr. Chan is injured, and he won't wake up. Quick, he needs help!

Mr. Namjoon : Woah, take a deep breath. Where is he? *picks up phone*

Y/n : Come, he's just outside here! Don't bother calling him, his phone is... Let's go.

Mr. Namjoon and I bolt outside, the chilling air rushing into my lungs and rejuvenating my concerned nerves with a flood of fresh comfort. I explain Mr. Chan's situation as we head to the scene.

Y/n : I was leaving school, and then- *sigh*

I should probably leave out the part where I eavesdropped on two of Mr. Chan's phone calls. Both very interesting, private calls I don't suppose anyone was meant to hear.

Y/n : I found Mr. Chan unconscious next to the school, on that weird alley that has the entrance to the Art hall. His phone was busted on the ground beside him.

Mr. Namjoon : That's very strange. *creases eyebrows* What happened?

Y/n : Well, I think someone- Oh, there he is! Wait, what?

Mr. Chan is limping around the corner as Mr. Namjoon and I arrive near the grey steps marking the turn into the dingy alley. Those steps lead to my friends prized tennis courts. In the opposite direction of the staircase, was the place the suspicious calls took place.

A puzzled expression paints itself onto my face, my nose scrunching up and my eyes narrowing. Mr. Chan was visibly injured, but after a clearly heard blow to the throat, so why is he clutching his chest? Sure, his right leg could be hurt from the fall he suffered on the tough ground, making reason for his half-hearted stride, but what could have struck his upper body that I didn't hear? As he drifts closer to us, his eyes staring calmly at us, I can see an obvious redness on his neck. I was right.

Mr. Namjoon : Mr. Chan, what happened? Y/n said she found you injured in the alley behind Mr. Yunho's classroom. *places hands on his hips* Let's get you fixed up.

Mr. Chan : *fake smiles* Don't worry, I just tripped. Landed on my chest.

Y/n : You were lying on your side, Mr. Chan.

Mr. Namjoon : Here, I'll give you a hand. *puts arm under Mr. Chan's shoulders* Is it your ankle?

Mr. Chan : Yes, I think I sprained it when I fell. *looks at y/n* Ah, y/n! You found me, right? Thank you, if you hadn't come, Mr. Namjoon wouldn't have been able to come and help me.

Y/n : *smiles back lightly* Of course, no worries, Sir. Happy to have helped. How did you manage to fall?

Mr. Chan : I was taking a call - you must have heard if you were nearby - and didn't realise my shoelaces were untied. Silly, right? *laughs sheepishly*

Mr. Namjoon : *laughs softly* Wouldn't expect Mr. Perfectionist to have anything out of place, huh? Let's go. Thank you for your assistance, y/n. Have a good afternoon, and don't forget about the test tomorrow! I'm confident I will be seeing an improvement, am I right?

Y/n : *nods unsurely* Yes, yes. I'm going to revise as soon as I get home. Bye, then.

The two teachers, one leaning on the other, headed unsteadily back into the school building. I whip out my phone, checking the time. 15:03. Okay, I'm going home now. Without your bag, y/n? Oh right, I dropped it outside the entrance on my way to the office.

Y/n : There you are. Let's go home. *picks up heavy bag* What have you got inside, hey? Hopefully all my Chemistry notes, and not some random "gifts" from Hanni. *scoffs jokingly*

I shrug my weighty bag onto a single shoulder with the rustle and clink of all my keychains knocking against each other. The amount of things, from beaded strings to flashy charms, I have battling for space on my zips was visually quite obnoxious, but they were placed with thought on their respectful zip. By Hanni, obviously. I wouldn't do that to my bag.

Lino : Did you just talk to your bag?

Lino is bent over his phone, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the doorway. Again, he just appeared out of thin air, like a cat appearing eerily at your window after a streak of lightning cuts the sky behind it. Not any cat though, a witch's cat. Definitely a witch's cat.

Y/n : No. Why would I talk to my bag? Not like it's going to talk back.

Lino : *scoffs and walks away*

Y/n : *mumbles* What a strange guy.

Lino : I heard that.

He turns his head halfway around, his nose poking out the outline of his face. I wish him goodbye, and walk the opposite way. Okay, Mr. Chan. What I heard was definitely just an accidental fall.