Oh Ha-Seon attends school everyday and never skips class, always taking notes and paying attention to the teacher's lecture. With the job of Class President and being in many different clubs, Oh Ha-Seon is labelled the model student of the school. M...
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"Ha-Seon..." a heaven like voice called from above. I looked upwards and my mouth began to water, my arms already reaching for the cake that was descending from the light beam.
A sudden flick hit my forehead and the angels singing halted. My hands waved towards the cake that had stopped floating. What was going on?
"Oh, she's waking up," a voice suddenly echoed the blank space, and the clouds started to disappear. I cried as the cake started to float away, further and further.
"Jungkook, Yoongi's going to kill you," another voice whined. "Leave her alone."
"She's been sleeping for two hours, though."
My eyes began to flutter open, and when I winced at the harsh light overhead, that's when I realized I had fallen asleep.
"Oh man, he's totally going to kill you," a different voice agreed with the other one.
I gripped at the soft blanket, waiting for my eyes to adjust, my vision blurry. My glasses were gone, and I had no idea where they were.
Wait a second. Where even am I?
Panic surged through me and I felt myself tremble. How long was I asleep? Oh no. Dad's probably pissed. Was I even home? My mind felt overwhelmed going through the endless possibilities.
Three figures suddenly appeared overhead, and I immediately yelped in fear, memory fogging my senses. Not again.
Loud, rushing footsteps replaced the voices that were panicking. I felt somebody grab me by the shoulders. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the hit.
Expect it didn't come.
"What happened?" a familiar voice asked in anger. A pair of warm hands suddenly clasped over mine and pulled them away from my face.
"Ha-Seon," the person in front of me said in a soft voice, "Are you okay?"
I peeked open an eye, hesitant and still shaking from disorientation. My vision was still foggy, being that I didn't have my glasses, but I felt the fear in my veins slow when I recognized the familiar blue hair.
Yoongi.
I flushed in embarrassment, realizing that I had just freaked out over no reason, and that I had fallen asleep by accident.
"What did you do?" Namjoon's voice came from behind. I turned around, and spotted him standing in front of three guys. I could barely even make out their facial features, but knowing the group, I assumed it was the playful ones.
"It wasn't me this time," I recognized Taehyung's voice, "I told him not to."
"Not to do what?" Namjoon yelled and caused me to flinch. Yoongi's hands tightened on mine when he noticed.
"Hey," he cut in the brewing argument, "knock it off. You all are making things worse."
They seemed to listen and quiet down, and I felt the dreadful feeling slowly leave my mind, but the embarrassment stayed. Why had I done that? Now they probably think I'm a total nut case. I never wanted to show my face again.
"C-can I have my glasses please?" I asked in a dry voice. Yoongi let go of my hands, and I felt the comforting warmth leave with it. He held out my glasses in front of me and I quickly put them on, my vision no longer blurry.
Yoongi's face looked worried and upset, his eyebrows furrowed and lips tight. I could feel the stares of the other boys from behind me, and couldn't bring myself to turn around. I was so embarrassed.
"Sorry," I said, looking down at my hands intertwined, "I was having a nightmare."
Nightmares weren't rare for me- they came and left whenever they wanted. Sometimes I would wake up hyperventilating, crying, or too scared to even move. It was foolish of me to fall asleep somewhere else other than my room.
Not only was I the over-achieving teacher's pet to them, but now I was the weird freak who flipped out over nothing. I held my hands to my eyes to keep myself from crying. I shouldn't have bothered with them anyways, or agreed to anything. This is what happens when I get close to people. I scare them away.
"It's alright," Yoongi's voice somehow went smooth instead of his usual rough tone. "Do you need anything?"
Maybe the ability to disappear? Or erase their memories and make them forget about what happened? I licked my lips and met Yoongi's eyes.
"I need to go home," I said, downcasting my gaze and looking for my things. The notebooks and papers were all stacked neatly, different from what they were when I feel asleep. I smiled slightly at this, happy that Yoongi had taken that into consideration.
"Okay," was his reply as he helped pack my things into my backpack. I could still feel the others staring, but heard them whispering among themselves. I felt heat creep up on my cheeks and neck, blushing from embarrassment. Now they probably wanted to avoid me.
After I was done packing up, I finally turned to look at the rest. My guess was right. It was Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook who had woken me up. They all stared at me with worry in their eyes. I wasn't upset or mad at them at all. They hadn't done anything wrong.
It was me. I was the freak here.
Namjoon stayed quiet and watched me walk with Yoongi to the front door. I could tell he was still upset about the others and decided to stay back to question them. I wanted to tell them it was alright, but the longer I spent here, the more I felt embarrassed.
When Yoongi opened the door, the cold air hit me in the face and I immediately shivered. I really hope the bus had fixed it's broken heat.
Before I was able to step out, Yoongi stopped me.
"Do you need a ride home?" he offered, holding car keys he produced from his pocket. My eyes widened. He had his own car? How had I not noticed sooner?
"Please," was all I said in response despite my nerves telling me not to. It was better than riding the bus home. It was also safer. But what really worried me was the possibility that my dad would notice.
"I'll be back," he announced to the rest before we got into his car. It was a sleek modern car that was obviously expensive and luxurious. I told him my address and gave me a few simple directions and he just nodded and drove quietly.
The heat warmed me up and I stared out the window, watching the street lamps reappear and appear as silence enveloped us.
"Is something wrong?" Yoongi suddenly asked, breaking the mute spell. I blinked in surprise, my hope of him not asking gone. I was often asked this as a kid when I used to have friends, and would normally just laugh it off or lie about it, but I struggled to come up with something to tell Yoongi.
"I'm fine," I settled with. Which wasn't half wrong.
He was quiet for a few moments. "I don't think a bruise on your cheek and something that just happened like that is fine."
I bit my lip in irritation, upset and embarrassed he wouldn't drop it. Was it any of his business?
"I'm always here if you need something, you know."
His addition to his statement made my anger soften, and I felt myself grow guilty at feeling mad at him. He was just worried. Afterall, he wasn't a bad person.
"Can you stop here?" I asked, not wanting for him to drop me off in front of my house. My dad would definitely hear and notice.
Yoongi raised his eyebrow but did as asked, pulling over a block away from my house. I could tell he wanted to ask why, but instead stayed quiet. Maybe he knew he was being invasive.
