SPY-ISH → bts fanfiction

chapter thirteen

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M.Y.G

I STARE at the large group of teenagers watching me back with disinterested, lifeless gazes. And I want to feel like I cannot care less. But seeing these varying adolescents in their high school uniforms and young, judgmental faces, gives me a slight wave of nausea. I swallow hard, trying to relieve my dry throat.

"Hello, I am Kang Yeejin. Please take care of me," I mumble softly, bowing my head slightly as I try not to stumble over the fake name.

I'm almost ten years older than some of these children. So why am I so nervous?

"I know you all have the potential to be most welcoming to our transfer student," the teacher whose name I've forgotten continues to speak. "Let's see if you can actually realize that potential."

She sends me a nod and gestures to an empty seat near the middle of the room. A place where a majority of the class can lay their eyes upon me. I lick my dry lips and send her another bow, before slowly making my way to the desk. Another boy sits there, watching me closely.

"Yah," he whispers as I slip into the spot beside him.

I send him a glance but remain silent. What could he possibly need at this moment?

"Yeejin, right?" He continues. "Isn't that a girl's name?"

I pause and look at him again. The boy watches me back with wide brown eyes. He doesn't seem particularly menacing. Just curious. "But curiosity is dangerous in this business..." I recall Jin saying at one time or another.

"In most cases, yes," I respond quietly to answer his question.

He snorts.

"Ha, were you named after your mom?" The boy continues to tease with a smile.

I turn to face the board in the front of the classroom.

"No..." I trail off. "I was named after my late grandmother. She wanted my father's firstborn to be named after her."

"...oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," the boy mutters. "I didn't mean to sound like a jerk..."

I nod, as if to tell him he was forgiven. And the boy stays silent for a long while after that. I consider telling him that I was lying for only a moment.

But why on earth would I do that?

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Kim Taehyung is my new seat mate's name. He follows me out of the classroom chattering nonstop with no sign of ceasing, down to where I'm almost positive Park Jimin said we would meet. I wonder how to divert Taehyung's attention long enough to slip away and meet Jimin.

"And if you really wanted to know about why I've always wanted to be a trainee, then you've gotta hear me sing. Okay, so I'm not the best, but I'm always improving. And the only way to success is practice, right?" He's saying as I resurface from my thoughts. "Eomma says that if I can just pass senior year then she'll let me go. So far it's been a bit shaky, but like I said: Hard work is key. I haven't always wanted be a singer, though. My second choice is farming, see my grandmother—"

"Yah! Kim Taehyung!" A loud voice calls.

We both look up to see a large group making their way through the crowded hallway. There's one leading the pack, who I assume is the one who called my seat mate's name.

"Crap," he mutters under his breath. "So look, I gotta go. I'll catch you later, Yeah?"

I blink in confusion at his sudden change in mood but nod carefully.

"Great. See you around, Kang Yeejin!" He says, spinning around and darting towards the group.

I watch carefully as the leader of the clump of students whacks Kim Taehyung over the head and starts to yell something inaudible. Then he smiles a greasy smile and gently pats his cheek.

I let out a strange gasp of sorts, feeling my pulse start to quicken at the familiar sight. I clench my fists and turn away, suddenly feeling dizzy in this overcrowded area. I try to ignore the taunting echo of a voice I've tried to suppress pushing its way to the surface of my mind. I wonder for a moment if I should help Taehyung in some way. But the moment dissipates when I remember what I got into the last time I tried to "help."

"Min Yoongi!" A voice hisses in my ear.

I jump, turning to see Park Jimin watching me with a worried look.

"Uh, where were you? I waited for like ten minutes!" He tilts his head forward, his eyes darting around. "I thought you'd been compromised in some way."

I shake my head, turning to look at the ground. Trying to steady myself.

"Yah, are you okay?" Park Jimin asks with wider eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I reply bitterly, trying to suppress the urge to glance back to Kim Taehyung.

But the urge is overpowering, and I can't help but peak once more at the young boy. Jimin follows my gaze to the tall student harassing my classmate.

"Wait a minute..." he murmurs.

We both watch as the student suddenly shoves Kim Taehyung against the lockers. Everyone around them just ignores the scene, completely unaware, or rather, uncaring. Because why would it matter to them?

"Yah! What do you think you're doing?" Park Jimin yells suddenly, glaring at the group.

My eyes widen, and I jerk my head towards him.

"Park Jimin," I say in a low voice. "Don't get involved."

But he ignores me, and this is something I was expecting. But it certainly doesn't help when he shoves past the students in front of us, making his way towards Kim Taehyung all of the sudden.

Of course.

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