ESCAPE ❇A Yoonmin Fan Fiction ❇

6. The truth hits me like an 18 wheeler going full speed down the highway(ue)

As a literary device, irony is a "contrast or incongruity between expectations for a situation and what is reality." I hate irony. which as a matter of fact is ironic because sarcasm is my second language. usually the two go hand in hand but not for me. to me irony is almost like deception, in writing the reader can usually see the irony in a piece or literature but in real life, everyone is left to suffer and figure tings out on their own. it just doesn't seem fair to me, sure mistakes you make in life contribute to your character and resilience later in life but in the now I'd kind of like to know when things aren't what they seem.

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I wake up to the horrid sound of my alarm reminding me that today I start my sophomore year of college. I was excited.

Yes, I hate some aspects of school, but overall, I love it. It's the people really.
The people are what I can't stand, but I love the school work.
Learning has always been for me, like a flash light, if I used it properly, it could lead me to find something great.
But as I lay here, feeling as if I just laid my head down to rest, I wanted nothing more than to sleep in. The night before, I had stayed up until around one in the morning getting ready for school. My first and most anticipated class is advanced language and composition starting at 8:30AM. I left myself about five and a half hours for sleep but it feels like I got two minutes.

I angrily reach for my alarm clock pressing the off button indicating that I was up. As soon as I stand up, it goes off again. It sounds slightly different than last time and I attribute the change to my level of awareness in the world. Being half asleep, I couldn't relay, even in the most basic form, what my alarm sounded like so it's no surprise that hearing it when I'm already awake is unusual.
Again, I reach over to turn it off but as I press every button on the clock, there is no change. Not even the slightest change in volume. Which I must say, is extremely loud.

Two days ago I was so concerned about having a loud roommate and today, I don't think I could be making more noise. How ironic.
For just a moment, I feel bad for making such a racket, probably waking Jimin up in the process, but then I remember who I'm talking about and my remorse vanishes immediately.

I sit on my bed and set my alarm on my lap. No matter what I do, nothing seems to be effective. Just as I notice that the time is wrong on the alarm, silence engulfs me. Not sure what I've done to stop the sound, my eyes widen. How ever weird that was, I'm grateful to be rid of the noise.

I head over to my closet and grab a basic black shirt pulling it over my head.
Once more, my alarm starts blaring.
Still in the closet and only half in my shirt, I rush over to my alarm again trying everything I can to silence the damn thing.

The sound , like the previous two was somewhat muffled but still loud enough to give you an instant headache. Once again noticing that the time is incorrect at 4:32 instead of 6:30, I realize that in the move, a cord must have been torn and was now causing my alarm to glitch. Not wanting to deal with this any longer, I pull the plug out of the wall. The beeping continues for a few more moments before dying down.

With that problem solved, I make my way back to the closet and select a pair of blue jeans. Because it is the first day, I'm not going in my usual all black attire. As I sling my pants on, my left leg only half way in the pant hole, the alarm sounds again.
"What in the mother of pearl?!?!" I shout exasperated. Waddling over to the alarm I see that it is indeed off.
The truth hits a me like an 18 wheeler going full speed down the highway. Jimin.

Running as fast as I can- despite my position- through the bathroom, I bust through Jimins door.
His room, though identical to mine in lay out,could not be more opposite. While my room held many dark colors, Jimins was full of colorful pastels. Seemingly every inch of his room was decorated with stuffed animals, posters, white boards with colorful drawings, and finally, on the far side of his room, clocks. Not just one. Not even two or three. There had to be at least 20 different clocks lined up near the window. Each with a different size, color, and shape.
In front of them, Jimin is standing with a huge smile on his face.

Upon hearing me come in, he looks up and smiles. "Good morning!" He says in a singsong voice.

It is much too early for pleasantries, so I grunt in response.

Jimin, apparently a morning person, looks to be in a state of complete nirvana as yet another alarm goes off.

Instead of turning the clock off however, jimin simply closes his eyes and sways with the beeping. "Isn it beautiful?" he says dreamily.

"What the actual fuck?" I manage to utter in my state of complete confusion.

"Each clock is so uniquely different. It would be wrong to only listen to one and I can't set them at the same time because I wouldn't be able to hear the beauty if each one individually." he says this as if it's the most rational explanation in the world for why he has twenty alarm clocks.

"You're insane." I bite out when it finally registers that he is the sole cause for my being awake.
"What time is it?" I say remembering that my alarm was broken.
Jimin, having no shortage of time references, squints at a wooden clock in the center of the bunch and tells me it is 4:39 in the morning.

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......that asshole!

"you will PAY!!!" I lunge for him.
Realizing he was about to experience something akin to my previous pillow beating, jimin jumps out of the way a split second before I tackle him.

I'm in mid air when I realize what is inevitably going to happen now that jimin has dodged my efforts to kill him.
I try to push my hands in front of me before I hit the ground, but it's too late.

I look up at jimin from the ground to see him with a mixture of fear and amusement on his face.

Now even more pissed but knowing that every attempt to murder jimin has ended badly for me, I pick myself up and stomp off into my room.

Well this was a shitty start to the day. Guess I can't go anywhere but up from here, right?
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A/N

Super short chapter but ,oh well :0

I can defiantly sympathize with yoongi. IMAGINE the horror.
Shorter chapter but I'm hoping the next few will be longer.
Thanks for reading my book! It means ALOT to me. I'm so motivated by comments and votes *wink wink. nudge nudge*

Anyways,
L.L.L
- Syd💚