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Y/N

"Y/N! Why isn't your ass ready for school, yet? It starts in fifteen minutes!" Mum's shouts woke me up. Well, that and her forcefully rolling me off the side of the bed and face-planting the floor.

"Ow~! What the heck, mum?" I rubbed my forehead as it pulsed with pain, my remaining brain cells shooketh.

"Did you hear anything I just said? School starts in..." she flicked her wrist and snatched a glance of her watch, "Thirteen minutes, forty one seconds, counting."

"Well, Shit."

"Tch. 'Well, shit' is right, young lady. Now get up, get dressed and get out - your boyfriend has been waiting in the living room for five minutes already."

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend- wait, he's already here?"

"Yes. Wakey, wakey Y/N," She tapped her watch and handed me a stern look before tugging her pencil-skirt down over her knees again and heading off to work.

Hearing the front door slam shut and the house vaguely shake in its aftermath, heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs echoed through the house and I knew he was on his way up to force me out of the house.

Not even bothering to knock on the door, he barged into my room unannounced, "Y/N, hurry up I don't want to be late on the first day of school."

He leant against the doorframe and stared me down.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Suga?" I retorted, sucking up my headache and stumbling to my feet. My duvet falling off me completely.

"If you're not ready within the next three minutes then I'm coming back in here and I'm dressing your lazy ass, no hesitation," He rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him as he left again. Presumably, just to hover outside my room.

Reluctantly walking to my school uniform dumped over the back of my chair, I picked the wrinkled polo shirt up and pulled it over my head, grabbed a pair of tights and pulled them onto my legs, etc.

Just as I finished flunking my backpack over my shoulder and looping my arms through the straps, YoonGi barged in again, "Seriously, what is it with you and barraging into places?"

Ignoring my comment, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the house.

For the first two minutes or so, the two of us walked in silence; admittedly, it felt rather odd for us to not be holding hands for once. After a bit of hesitation, I decided to swallow my pride and reach out for his hand... or something more or less along those lines. My fingers lightly, subtly brushed his. I prayed that he caught on and just grabbed a hold of my hand.

Apparently not.

I tried the "casually brushing my hand against his though not really" technique again. No response.

Alright, Y/N. You're going to do this one last time.

My tongue poked my cheek in my focus, my fingers gingerly reaching to tough his again, again.

His hand snapped back and dived into his pocket,"Could you please stop? It's irritating."

He glared at me through an icy stare, the kind that makes you want to curl up in a ball and hide in bed for the rest of the day.

What is with this dude this morning?

I squinted at him and pouted, then I noticed slight eye bags underneath his eyes and the little break outs of spots around the corners of his forehead.

Quickly, I snatched his wrist and tugged him back to a halt.

"What is it now?"He avoided my eyes, forcefully looking distracted at something in the sky as if he had better things to be doing.