Journal. (Yoongi AU)

005.

"Wait, so he stole your books?" Namjoon asks over the line.

I kick my flats off and drop myself onto the couch.

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure. I left them on the hood of my car, and when I tried looking for them, they weren't in my car. I know I left them there."

"Hmm..."

"I just really need to get my journal back; it has all of my writing in there. You know how long and hard I worked on everything in that thing."

"Yeah, I know," he says calmly. "How are you going to get it back though? I don't want him going around you. I could probably go get it from him myself—"

"No. It's okay, I'll just wait for him to come to my doorstep again," I interrupt. But what if he doesn't come back? my conscious reminds me. I heavily sigh and wait for Namjoon to respond seconds later.

"He's dangerous, Soo."

"I know, Namjoon," I mimic his father-like tone.

"I'm not joking. He's not someone you can trust. You can't trust him."

And he probably went through all of your books—even your journal, my conscious adds. She needs to be quiet.

"I need to get my books back. I'll call you later." I hang up before he can say some other remark about Yoongi.

I could write in the meantime while waiting for Yoongi to knock on my door, but I don't have my journal. I suppose I could read, but one of the books that I'm currently in the middle of reading was also left on the car. I'm not in the mood for reading any of my other books that I've read a zillion times, so I guess I could just take a nap. It would pass the time quicker anyways.

Yoongi

I kick at the fence where the car pulls away from me and I clench my eyes shut. I bring one hand to my hair and tug frustratingly. How the fuck could he say that?

That fucker thinks he can spill all these lies to me... I know it's a lie, it has to be. She's not afraid of me, I know I don't scare her. He's only saying that to try to piss me off, which I definitely can't let happen (although he's making it work quite easily).

I wanted to punch him square in the face so bad right then and there... Why did there have to be so many damn people around us?

Then he tried sounding tough, but he didn't even spit any cuss words out. He needs to grow some balls. You would think he was one to fight (other than his nerdy clothes) because of how buff he was. He dressed almost just like Soo Ji, but the boy version—cardigan over a plain t-shirt, khaki pants. The only thing that looked casual for a teenager were his spotless white Converse.

I'm hit back into reality when I hear something—actually, a few things hit the concrete. Just as the small Scion tC drives away, I see what looks like notebooks being left in the trail behind the car. I guess someone forgot to take them off the hood of their car. That's kind of funny, because I think I know who's is was—either Soo Ji's or her little friend there whom I don't care less to learn his name.

They're probably Soo Ji's since I know she was carrying some notebooks and shit on her way out of the school doors.

The parking lot is almost empty now—maybe ten or less students left chatting around each other—but I hurry to the books and gather them myself, just in case someone saw them fall too and attempts to pick them up themselves.

Picking up the objects, I almost want to laugh at the choice of the book called A Better World Than This. What the fuck is this supposed to be about? A land made of candy?

I shove the book under the pile and continue examining what I'd scooped up. There were two spiral notebooks. I quickly flip through a couple pages and realize that one is filled with math notes and the other, chemistry notes.

Then the last thing I picked up was a smaller, thicker spiral notebook—a journal. I skim through it and all I see is writing... writing... and more writing.

I don't bother reading all the fancy-looking scribbles, despite my curiosity. I'm not much of a reader, but I am wondering what Soo has written in here.

Before I can even get a grasp on the first sentence, I realize I'm still standing in the middle of the parking lot and a car honks at me, trying to leave. I give them—a teacher I think—a dirty look and take a couple steps back to get out of their way.

I try to decide if I should give the books back to her right now, or maybe just keep them for myself, just to have a little fun.
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FIN.

I swear laiz is partially the reason I remembered I even had one of these

-clarissa♡