pretty | knj. + jjk.

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Namjoon

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"Okay class, that's it for today. Remember, all of section 8 is due at the end of the week. Even those who have play-offs at the end of the week. You guys are seniors this year. It is time to pull your socks to your crotch, and glue your balls to the walls" A handful of us groaned in annoyance, including me. I was genuinely annoyed since coach told us that we would be having extra practice this week.

I slammed my head against the pile of books that were stacked on top of my desk, earning snickers from my friends.

"Shut up"

"Oh, cheer up Joon. We all have to do it" Hoseok moved to squat next to my desk, resting his cheek on the hard surface.

"But coach is gonna whoop my ass this week"

"Your ass? You mean our asses"

"Very true my guy. Very true" Sitting up, I lazily turned my head to face the rest of them. I stretched my back and grunted.

"I swear to God I'm not gonna be able to function properly after this week" Hoseok smiled up at me.

"Oh, so this is you functioning? That's sad"

"Come here you rejected McDonald's chicken nugget" I wrapped my arm around his neck and put him in a headlock, pressing my fist into his hair and ruffling it forcefully.

"How dare you insult me"

"I wasn't insulting you! I was just stating my own thoughts in a civilized manner you Donkey Kong lookin' asshole" Hoseok suppressed a laugh. "Now that was an insult"

I pinched his ear before laughing and retracting my arm from Hoseok's neck.

"But anyways, you should scurry off to your precious little boyfriend right after class ends" Hoseok grinned up to his eyes as he lost himself in thought about the younger boy. Taehyung was in 11th grade.

"Taebae" our clique gagged at his nickname for the latter. Me included.

With that, the bell to signal of the end of the day rang. Everyone in the class rushed out of the room eager to get away from the horrors the building holds.

I picked up my books and walked out of the classroom, wiggling my way through the crowd of busy bodies trying to leave the facility all at once.

When I finally made it through to my locker, i stared at it for a few seconds because like clock work, it was covered with little sticky notes, little drawings, and there was some candy taped on as well.

I peeled them off and held them in one hand with the intention of putting them in my bag, not paying much attention to it. Unlocking my locker, a handful of envelopes with tiny hearts and stickers attached to them came tumbling down onto the ground at my feet.

I crouched down to pick them up, quickly scanning the front and back of each of them to see if there were names on them.

There weren't. There was only mine in different fancy fonts and colours. I ruffled my ash grey hair. The letters quickly joined the pile of other notes.

Half-heartedly putting everything into my bag, I looked out the hallway window as I unhooked my backpack from where it hung.

Seeing a very faint silhouette of someone standing on the roof, I blinked a few times and squinted to see if I was just seeing things.

I definitely wasn't.

Shutting and locking my locker as quickly as I could, I ran to the staircase that lead to the roof. Skipping two steps at a time, I shoved the door open.