Save Me

III

     "See you tomorrow, Mr.Kim!" The last student left the room and I dropped my head back down on the desk. I seriously didn't want to come back to work today; I had promised I would go to the amusement park with Jungkook over the weekend. I'm only 26, but running after a hyperactive five year old all day really took a toll on me. Going shopping and to the park the day after made it worse.

     I packed my things and left the classroom, locking the door behind me. Making my way to the teacher parking area, I checked my watch. Seeing that I was still on time, I continued to make my way to my car. I put my things in the back, keeping my personal bag around my shoulder, and as I was about to get in the driver's seat...

     "Mr.Kim!"

     God dammit...

     I turned reluctantly and saw the one person, out of all of the people in the world, that could have possibly been in the teacher's parking lot.

     "Namjoon..." I said, trying to sound like I didn't want to jump of a bridge at the moment. "What are you doing here?"

     "Ah, well... I need help..."

     No shit...

     "What do you need help with?" I asked, mustering up a "nice teacher" voice to hide the lingering frustration from the onion incident not long ago.

     "Can you drive me home?"

     "Um...pardon?"

     He smiled nervously, avoiding my sharp glare.

     "Why?"

     "I broke my car..."

     I stared at him with my eyebrows raised.

     Wow.

     How does one, single human being, break a damn car?

     "Again...pardon?"

     He started to explain to me from beginning to end what happened this morning. All I could do is stand there and watch as my valuable time threw its self into the trash can. When he stopped talking, I checked the time on my watch again. I was 10 minutes late.

     I looked up at the desperate Namjoon blankly. I sighed deeply at the decision I had made.

     "Get in," I grumbled. He thanked me quickly and hopped in on the passenger side. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the road.

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     "Where's your car?"

     Namjoon was staring out the window for about 5 minutes now. I knew where to go (I've been in a similar situation as him), but the silence was killing me.

     "The car shop," he said plainly, still keeping his eyes locked with the window. Normally, I wouldn't mind not talking, especially with someone like him, but I was tired and sore and I probably wasn't going to pick up Jungkook from school anytime soon.

     Crap, I need to get Jungkook!

     We reached a stoplight and I quickly reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. I opened up my contacts and called the first number on the list.

     "Jin-hyung...I'm sleeping,"

     "And I'm driving, your point is?" I shot back. My friend yawned and groaned lowly. "What do you want?"

     "Yoongi, can you pick up Jungkook for me?"

     "Why me? I'm tired..." he complained, fatigue ridden in his voice.