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Chapter 2: The Dark Knight

A/N: I'm not sorry

Previously:

Skidding across the floor at a tremendous speed, I managed to crash head first into what looked like a mix of the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and someone who could easily beat the crap out of me just with a gaze at the same time..

Now

"watch it!" The mysterious figure looked me up and down, almost with disgust. He had blonde hair put into a style that exposes his forehead. He's dressed the black uniform, his shirt untucked and his tie hanging loose around his neck and was that eyeliner I saw Any who the talk male wore a Jersey over his blazer with the number "94" written on the back. Something else was written, however I couldn't quite picture it.
The jacket kind of compliments his style. But of course my innocent self didn't think to notice, due to the situation at hand.

Parties of what raging teenage girls, I. Which in my opinion resembles the stamped from the Lion King, darted towards us, at 100mph, and as a regular human being would, I took cover. More or less.
I raised bothq my arms in a protective stance but to the devil's dismay, the swarm of crazed can girls were not headed to should me (at least not in me face), they were here for the guy standing next to me, which would have been amazing if u wasn't caught in the middle of that.
Screaming at the top of their lungs were the crowd shook me left right and centre. I manage to squirm through the crowd, creating a dome with the opening behind you.

You could have sworn some girls screamed:

"OPPA, WE LOVE YOU!!" And

"HOW COULD SHE HURT YOU!!"

He rolled his eyes and sighed. Then, out of nowhere the blondie started walking up to me, his movements slow and exaggerated, almost. He then paused and leaned down, assuming to get a to get a good view of my face before pushing me with his shoulder and walking away, The fangirls still following him like lost puppies, however not loosing eye contact with me glaring into my sorry, confused soul.

"Well, that was weird." I had muttered to myself while fixing my posture, but some popular guy and some crazed fans aren't what I should have been focusing on.

Eyeing the timetable in front of mw, I noticed the time. Five minutes had already passed and I hadn't moved an inch. I turn around, just about to admit defeat when I notice the guy from like two minutes ago didn't leave. He looked as if he was waving off the girls from earlier. It was quite easy to tell as all of the girls had relatively the same style and a few with hair bleached brighter than the goddamned sun. Somehow I ignored this and carried on walking aimlessly.

"You're on the wrong floor by the way, your class is upstairs "

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" SO I WAS ON THE WRONG FLOOR ALL THIS TIME AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!!!"

Mentally breaking down, I tried to process the situation1 as the guy puts a hand in his pockets slightly amused. He turns on his heel and puts his right hand in the air.

"Namjoon," he walked away from you (a struggling mess) restraining himself from laughing, furthermore, keeping his composure

"Y/n!" I hadn't noticed how loud I had yelled when Namjoon started to jog down the halls, smashing into a few lockers as he does so.

"Miss, what are you doing outside of class?"

"crap"

A/N: this was only a quick update sorry I didn't post yesterday, but I will try to post more frequently