Breaking In {BTS In School}

6. Define 'Sneak'

"You can't run from your family."

YeongMi hated answering phone calls.

"You can't pretend that you're not a part of us."

People can't see others' reactions in the phone, so they never knew when to shut up, even if someone told them.

"You're living a lie."

She especially hated it when the phone calls were from her parents.

"You can't hide the family forever. People are bound to find out eventually."

They always ruined her mood; before she hadn't had a good mood to ruin, but now....

"How do you think your friends will feel when they find out you're lying?"

They definitely soured her soul.

"You don't really think you can be friends with those common types? They'll only use you for fame."

Her mother was wrong, of course. She had to be.

Besides, YeongMi probably wouldn't even be around long enough for the boys to find out the truth. As long as the teachers kept their money and their mouths shut, and her parents stayed as distant and uninvolved as ever, the secret was safe.

Still, her parents unwelcome prying had made her feel disgusting.

It was 2 am; she gave up on sleeping, and nothing interesting was playing on TV, and she had gone through everything in her phone already.

She was beyond bored. She needed to distract herself so she wouldn't fall victim to the doubts and fears in her mind.

What if the boys did learn who her parents were? Would they care?

Everyone else had. What made them different?

She wasn't sure, but she really hoped there was something in them that was different than everyone else. She didn't want them to be like the others. She didn't trust herself to judge though - but they really did seem special.

Her feelings were getting in the way, she knew.

She sighed in frustration, pulling at her hair before standing up.

She walked to the balcony, leaning on the rails to feel the fresh air.

This wasn't enough, she needed to walk in the air.

Students weren't permitted to be in the halls after 11; that's when everyone was supposed to be done with hagwon, though everyone knew most students didn't get to their rooms until 1.

She was suffocating in this place.

She didn't care if she would get caught or not; though if she could avoid it, then she wouldn't have to deal with the punishments. That would be preferred, though it wasn't necessary.

She grabbed her blazer and slipped on her school slippers, tip-toeing to the door. She opened the door quietly, peeking through.

The hall seemed empty.

She slipped past the door, closing it as softly as she could, clutching the key in her palm.

Every step was calculated; she held her breath as she passed the floor's designated teacher's room.