Breaking In {BTS In School}

65. Danger, Danger

YeongMi leaned against the ledge, a slowly burning cigarette hanging precariously out of her mouth.

She stared at the world, which seemed so unnecessary at this height, from the roof. She felt like she was above it all, like a spectator sitting on a cloud and watching the idiotic human race for entertainment.

Then, she looked down, at the ground far beneath her. She knew that if she fell, or jumped, her skull would be crushed, and she would be gone in the span of seconds. The intense knowledge of her very own frailty was something that terrified her, and yet, she felt drawn to it. Lifting one leg up, she carefully sat on the ledge, swinging her legs to hang in the empty air beneath her.

Her heart raced.

The wind was a whisper of a taunt, telling her that she was in danger, but it did nothing to scare her away.

She didn't care.

She carelessly let the toxins fill her lungs before breathing out slow puffs of smoke that burned her eyes and drifted into her hair. 

"Does it hurt a lot?"

She turned to see the unwelcome boy staring at her, mild panic in his eyes.

For a moment, she got lost in the fact that the Sun shining behind his head made it seem like he himself was the Sun.

She reached up to touch the bandage on her cheek, covering the scrape of Bora's nail carved into her skin. She assumed that he was talking about the scratch, and not the situation.

For a brief moment, YeongMi could see Bora in front of her, see the smirk fall as YeongMi's fist smashed against her cheek, and she could hear her fingers cracking as the force pulled at the sockets. She could feel the rage that had filled her body and blinded her eyes to everything but Bora.

It was a scary experience, being so angry that she wasn't even fully aware of what she was doing.

And then she was back to the present, shrugging and turning away from him nonchalantly.

"You really shouldn't be up here."

"Neither should you," she countered, calmly finishing her cigarette before grinding it onto the stone beside her.

She allowed Hoseok to help her off the ledge, for reasons she didn't quite understand.

His hand lingered in hers for a moment too long, and for a second, as she stared into his eyes, she felt her chest wrapped up in warmth.

She pulled away quickly, turning and leaving the boy alone on the roof.

The warmth lingered for a while longer, and only when she was in bed did she feel it dying down.

With a heavy sigh, she reached for her phone, staring at the screen screaming at her, obnoxiously telling her about all of her unread texts.

She passed by them quickly, opening the new group chat with Loser and Angel.

Hey, I see that you're reading these, so you can't hide. I've been dealing with Jeonghan just for you, the least you can do is respond.

Fuck. You. Seungkwan.

-There's no need to fight over me, really.

I think I'll leave that for your schoolboys.
There's not much to fight over anyways.