Breaking In {BTS In School}

56. Joint Escape

"It's locked."

"What do you mean it's locked?!" There was a twinge of desperation in Namjoon's voice, and YeongMi sighed as he stood up and shoved into her to try the door himself.

"I mean it's fucking locked, the door won't open, what else would I mean."

He slammed on the wall in frustration. "Well why would you choose to hide in a place that only locks from the outside?"

YeongMi crossed her arms in defiance. "I'm sorry, if you hadn't made so much noise trying to get in here the teacher never would have come here and locked it!"

"Whatever! Whatever! How do we get out now? Did you bring your phone?"

YeongMi rolled her eyes in frustration. "No! In case you forgot, I kind of started a pool party! I wasn't going to bring my phone and risk having some idiot get it wet."

"Oh, come on! This is not happening!"

"Well I don't see you with your damn phone either, jackass."

Namjoon sighed, laying his face into his palm as he tried to think of how to get out of this one.

YeongMi leaned against the door, searching the room for anything that might be able to break the door.

"Can't you pick the lock?"

She grumbled in annoyance, "It's a padlock genius! And in case you haven't noticed, there's no doorknob in here. I can't reach the padlock from in here. We're stuck."

There was an awkward silence between the two as they realized that they were stranded in the shed. They were debating whether they should wait it out or make noise and hope a student came out and not a teacher.

Namjoon cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, sorry about your, you know, sorry for your boobs."

YeongMi rolled her eyes, gently pressing against her chest to test their soreness. "Shut up. Unless you're offering for me to knee your balls as compensation, just be quiet."

"Hey! That hurts worse than your boobs okay."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you had boobs for yourself."

"Fine, we don't know how much it hurts."

"I have the capability to push a child out of my body, and every month I - "

"Okay, I get it, jeez. Can we not talk about this anymore."

YeongMi laughed a little, though she immediately covered it up with a cough.

There was no way she could find anything funny when she was stuck in here with Namjoon.

Why couldn't it have been Hyjoon? Or Jungkook, or literally anyone else but him?

Even Bora would have been more bearable. She could have shoved her into the teacher and made a run for it before the door closed and locked.

But no, it had to be Namjoon.

She nearly yelled in relief as soon as she spotted the window.

"Namjoon! Come here!" She led him over to it and pushed down on his shoulders. "Kneel down right here."

"What, why?"

She let out an impatient groan. "Do you want to get out of here or not? Help me get up to that window and I can get out and pick the lock to let you out."

"Or you could just get out and then leave me here."

"Don't tempt me. Come on, I won't just leave you in the shed. I'd do that to Bora, but even I don't hate you that much."

"Why do I not believe you." YeongMi gave Namjoon a strained look, and he closed his eyes before kneeling, a resigned sigh escaping his lips.

YeongMi put her foot on his knee, looking at him almost apologetically before she leaned up, standing on his leg.

She leaned on her tiptoes, her fingers just barely brushing against the windowsill before she slipped and fell on top of Namjoon.

They both let out faint cries of pain, and YeongMi stood up, sighing.

"I never thought I'd ever say that I'm too short for something. It's almost funny, actually."

"Here, now it's my turn."

She gave Namjoon an incredulous look. "Do you even know how to pick a lock?"

He shook his head faintly, "I meant that this time, we do it my way." He stood up next to her, and she shoved his hands away as they wrapped around her waist.

"Calm down, I'm going to lift you up."

YeongMi resisted the urge to push him away again, allowing him to move his arms around her.

It felt like a back hug at first, but then he was leaning down, and soon he was, albeit shakily, holding her off the ground.

She leaned her hand up, her fingers just under the window. "A little higher," Namjoon's hand moved under her butt to push her up higher, surprising her. "Ah, watch it Namjoon."

"I'm trying to lift you up, god YeongMi, you know not everyone is always trying to make a move on you."

YeongMi huffed in embarrassment, trying not to squirm as his fingers brushed under her shirt. "Just, just watch where you put her fingers okay. Try not to enjoy this too much."

"Trust me, I'm not enjoying holding you up." His hands moved to hold just under her butt, and with a last push, her fingers found the window, and she pulled herself up.

She tensed her fist before slamming it into the glass, breaking it. Shaking her hand out, she moved an arm out of the hole in the window, wrapping around the outside to keep her steady while she used her other hand to punch out the rest of the glass.

"Here, use this."

She looked back, reaching her hand down to find Namjoon giving her his shirt.

"Thanks," she tried to ignore the fact that they were getting along as she used the shirt to clear out the rest of the glass, wiping down all of the edges.

"Okay, I'm going out. It'll take me a second to get the door unlocked, so stand back here until I open it."

She pulled herself through the open window, wriggling out. Her hand slipped, and she ended up falling out of it, landing with a painful thud, gasping for air.

"Hey, is someone out here!"

"Shit, shit shit, shit!" YeongMi hurried around the shed, pulling the screwdriver out of her shirt pocket and desperately clawing at her hair to find the bobby pin.

She couldn't tell what sounded louder, the approaching footsteps or her pounding heart as she shakily picked the lock.

"Come on, come on, steady damnit."

She almost cried in relief when the padlock opened, and she quickly pulled the door open.

"Hurry up, we have to go now!" She grabbed Namjoon's hand, pulling him out of the shed and into the darkness.

At some point, Namjoon started leading instead of YeongMi, and they ended up around the side of the building, Namjoon searching for his key while YeongMi listened for nearby footsteps.

YeongMi's teeth were chattering, part nerves and part cold, and she held her breath until they were safe inside, leaning against the door in relief.