B A N G | n a m j i n

T h e l i g h t t o m y n i g h t - o n e

I hug my Ryan teddybear and sigh heavily. Curled up in my blanket, I can't seem to shake off the discomfort that struck me at the idea of the day awaiting me.

"Baby, wake up," Mama tells me, and I do as told; I don't want to worry her.

"You alright?" she asks, and I show her a big dimpled smile, which I know she knows is fake. She chuckles and says : "You're such a child trapped in that gigantic body." I stick my tongue out at her, as to prove her point.

It's been so long since I went to school. I stopped attending three years ago when I was victim of a car accident, in which my father passed away. After the events we moved to a new town and I was then home schooled. I actually spent all my time studying, as I found in reading books a way to keep my mind occupied. However, this year, my mother made up her mind to send me to high school as she thinks it's an "inevitable experience of youth". Right, what even is youth. The thing is, as I am way more ahead in my studies than what they do in high school at my age, I'm starting the year as a senior. That's what you call starting from the end.

I can't say I'm socially awkward because I can't recall being anywhere far the cosiness of my sweet home, as I lost all memories from before the accident, but I would say I'm socially incompetent. You can say it's pretty much my first time attending school. I read tons and tons of books about "How to live in society for dummies", but I certainly I'm smart enough to know real life isn't like in those. However, I'm not afraid of what they call bullies; I'm confident enough about my 1m81 and my terrific glare. I can imagine myself looking at them with my fox like eyes and scaring the ish out of them. Grrrr.

Wait, what does a fox even say?

A slap behind my head brings me back to reality and I grunt in fake pain.

"Mama!"

"Snap out of it, baby, we're here," she says.

I look out out of the window and see a huge brown building standing in front of me. It looks like a prison, for some reason.

"Okay Ma, please don't worry too much, I swear I'll be fine." As she is about to say something, I continue: "No, I won't get into trouble, no I won't scare anyone, yes I'll be careful, yes I'll make friends." She looks at me, startled, then chuckles. "It's just... No, nevermind, you go baby, you slay them with that brain of yours. Kill'em with smartness." I smile at her fondly and suddenly recall the birthday present I bought her and she is still not aware of: tickets to the Selena Gomez tour; she loves her. She even once said, and I quote: ''To be lesbihonest, this girl is hot as ef.'' Yeah, that's my mother, and I love her. I know she cries sometimes, late at night, when she misses my father's embrace, but I know she stills smiles honestly because she still has me. That's why I'll do everything for her, even if that means turning the earth upside down.

After all the boring formalities, I finally stand in front of a classroom door. Inside, I can hear the teacher's chattering: something about Descartes. I pass a hand through my purple hair and fix my headbang. A cold expression replaces my carefree one and I knock on the door, three times, steadily.

''Oh, welcome!'' says the gentle looking teacher, ''Class! Please welcome your new classmate.''

I look at them coldly and bow my head a bit to say hi. ''Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you.''

Why so cold you ask? They need to know not to mess with me. I don't want to have any useless interaction, thank you. I just want to go through this year without any trouble then get the hell out of here.

''Thank you, Namjoon. You can sit at the empty desk.'' I slightly smile at the adorable lady and make my way to the desk. Gazes follow me and I subtly take account of the entourage. My place is behind two douchy looking guys and before two beauties. Oops. But seriously though, one of them was a lazy looking boy, who seemed to fight against sleep. Beside him, the most beautiful man on earth. Yes, you heard me: even more beautiful than T.O.P!

Soon, the teacher takes where she left off and I drift to my world, where everyone's a pony, and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.

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As soon as the class restarts, Kim Namjoon gets lost in his thoughts. I feel Yoongi's elbow hitting my side and I look at him.

''He is cool, I want him,'' he whispers.

I narrow my eyes. ''You already have a boyfriend, ashhole.''

''That's why I want you to get him, so that it wouldn't be such a waste. It stays in the family.''

I laugh at his screwed logic and Mrs.Helen gives me the look.

When the break finally arrives, Yoongi and I quickly get out of class, as usual. We're joined by our four friends and Yoongi soon disappears somewhere, while mysteriously Jimin does too. I'm left with Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook, who keep jumping and dancing all around me. Their screams and laughs attract the hallway's attention a bit before everyone goes back to their business; they are used to this three antics.

Suddenly, I feel a hand grasping my arm. It's Kim Namjoon.

''Are you okay? Are they bothering you?'' he says. My mouth opens slightly in surprise and the three kiddos are stopped in their track.

This is my chance, I think.

I mouth a ''Be right back'' at my friends and pull Namjoon by his hand. I walk quickly, with my long legs, and drag him through the stairs until the rooftop.

''W-what,'' he breathes, ''what was that for?''

''Sorry,'' I smile innocently. ''Those three are actually my friends, but you looked so concerned I thought I couldn't waste that.''

His eyes widened. ''Waste that?''

I laugh at his naivety. Even if he looks like a bad boy, he is actually soft hearted, isn't he? ''You wanted to be my knight in shining armour, and while I don't need one I want you to be too.'' I tilt my head and smile. ''How about you give me your number?''

His face by now is as red as Louboutin's bottoms. I want to laugh but I figured he isn't used to those kind of things at all, which, to be honest, makes him look even cuter in my eyes. The temptation to tease him is too strong, but I don't want to frighten him. Instead, I break the silence by bending in to take his cellphone, that is appearing in his front pocket. He jumps and I laugh. Thankfully, there were no password, and I call myself.

''Here you go.'' I hand him the phone.''So you like BigBang, huh?'' His wallpaper is T.O.P. My question seems to make him snap out of it. ''Oh-uhm... Y-yeah. They inspire me when it comes to music.''

So he's a musician? Interesting. ''Hey, do you want to join my friends and I after school? We love to chill out and make music, you know, jamming and stuff?''

It seems like he is contemplating the idea for a while, so when he agrees I let out a ''Yeah'' and high-five him. I'm probably too outgoing for him, but meh, he'll get used to it.

He better do.

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In the next episode:

A extemporaneous rap battle, extreme teasing, a random childhood friend and a wedding proposal.

Either stay tuned for part 2, or I'll remove this one and rewrite it (i trully don't like it :c) Thank you so so much for the support! ♡

Also, I'm dumb, can someone tell me how to write my own storie on Tap :o