"Jungkook! Let's go out!" The bleached hair girl placed a hand on top of the dark haired male's book. Ignoring the female, he slowly picked up the perfectly manicured hand and pulled back his book towards his chest. Without sparing her a glance, he got up and moved. Not wanting to deal with anyone, he closed his book and walked out of the class, only to be stopped by the teacher.
"Mr. Jeon. Where do you think you're going?" The elderly man asked the young male.
"The washroom." Jungkook plainly replied and walked past his teacher and out into the hallway. He walked down the long narrow corridor, but re-directed his path from the washroom, towards his locker. His tan Timberlands could be heard through the empty hallways. Having a bored look he opened the blue metal locker, that was labeled 97. Ripping the door opened, multiple pieces of paper fluttered out, all with hearts and his name decorated with black marker. Staring at the papers scattered around his shoes, he bent down and picked them up. Shoving them all in his pocket, he placed his book back into it's proper place.
He then started to walk around the halls. The teachers wouldn't care if they saw him. But then again, would they catch him?
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"Move over." The older male ordered. Without waiting for an answer, he shoved himself beside the younger classmate, shifting him over with his hip. Not really caring, Jungkook just continued to eat his lunch without saying a word.
"Where did you go during first period?" Seokjin asked the maknae.
"Went for a walk." He blankly responded.
"You skipped class?" Jimin blinked his eyes and furrowed his brows.
"No. I went to get some fresh air."
"But how come you didn't come back to class?" Taehyung pitched in.
"Why? Did Mr. Lee ask?"
"He didn't give a damn, but is there something wrong?" The brown haired male asked. There was a short silence.
"Is there?" Seokjin pressed.
"No..." Jungkook sighed, "Just frustrated... Can we not talk about this?"
"Sure, but if there is anything wrong, you need to tell us so we can help you." Jimin replied. They continued to eat in silence. Noticing something poking out of his pocket, Taehyung grabbed it.
"What's this?" He asked while inspecting it.
"Something from my locker." He responded with a shrug.
"Open it. Must be a love letter." Jimin said. Puffing out his cheeks, the dark haired male pulled out the many small pieces of paper and laid them along the grey table. Opening them one by one, his expression grew more tired with each letter.
"They're all the same." He sharply exhaled.
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"OMO! He's looking at it! He's looking at it!" The browned haired girl screeched. Quietly eating her food, Min-Jee tried her best to ignore the many females getting excited for some reason she didn't know or cared.
"Do you think he's going to finally notice me?" One of them gasped.
"Like he will ever notice you. Of course he's mine." Another with bright fiery red hair scoffed. Almost choking on her food, Min-Jee started coughing which caught the attention of the group of slim females. Panicking a bit, Mi-Young offered her a glass of water.
"Do you have a problem?" One of the girl's faces painted with disgust, asked. When she had cleared her throat with the water, Min-Jee responded.
"No, but I think you do." The dark locked girl stared at the group.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes. You have some sort of fantasy problem." She twisted her lips so they were in an unsure grin. "You seem to have some trouble knowing what's real and what's not."
"How dare you talk to me like that!" The red haired girl scoffed.
"Who said I couldn't?" Giving up, the red haired female screamed through gritted teeth and walked away, angrily. Receiving some more glares, the rest of her group followed her like a lost puppy with it's owner. Sighing, Min-Jee returned to her food. While eating she noticed her two friends having open mouths towards her. Raising a brow, she used both her hands to close their mouths.
"What?"
"What do you mean by 'what'? Where did you learn to talk like that?" Mi-Young exclaimed.
"I don't know... I just feel more confident today." Min-Jee shrugged.
"But it is quite surprising that you were able to talk to those girls like that without anyone telling you anything." Hyung-Jae said, still shocked. Shrugging once again, the dark haired female took it as a compliment.
"I already did it once today."
"What?" This time it was Hyung-Jae's turn to exclaim.
"Damn. Min-Jee changed..." Mi-Young muttered.
"I didn't change. I'm still the scared little potato you guys know and love." Grinning a bit Min-Jee tried to lighten up the mood.
"Yeah, you're right. You are a scared potato." Mi-Young giggled.
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Clutching her books hard in between her arms, Min-Jee followed her two older friends to
class. With her long dark locks flowing behind her, she took short strides, trying not to lose her friends in the busy hallways. Many faces past by, too blurry and too fast to identify. Colliding with many bodies, she tried her best to avoid everyone as best as possible. Being too preoccupied, Min-Jee didn't know she had lost her friends in the hoard of students. Finally noticing, she bit her lip in worry. Sighing, she tried her best to push her way through the crowd. Losing her friends was one thing, being late to class was another. In the process of making her way, someone had bumped into her, making her fall.
Eyes widening, Min-Jee held her books tight, not wanting them to be trampled on. She slightly gasped and landed with a thud. Looking up to check who the rude person who had collided with her was, her brown orbs flickered around the halls, not finding a face. Huffing, the dark locked female picked herself up and continued to make her way to class. As soon as she did, how lucky was it that the bell had rung at that moment?
Forgetting whatever had happened, she rushed to her classroom, dropping a book.
