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13

At lunch break, while I eat and tell the story to my friends, Noah comes up to my table, followed by nothing more and nothing less than the Jeon Jungkook himself.
"Nari, come. We need to talk." He says, so seriously I'm afraid something big and bad has happened.
I nervously get up from my seat while whispering a confused 'okay'. My friends look at me with concerned faces and I do a thumbs up sign to reassure them. I'll be fine. Noah wouldn't let anything happen to me. Or at least I hope so.
After walking around for what feels like ages, we still haven't reached anywhere nor exchanged a single word.
"Aren't we there yet? I'm tired, Noah." Until now that I've broken the amazingly weird silence we've been walking in.
Soon enough I recognise the hallway we're walking down. The one where I met Suga this morning. And we were headed right to the room we talked in.
"No." I firmly say, turning around to leave, but two arms grab me and stop me in my tracks. As much as I scream, hit, and kick, he won't let me go. I'm thinking of ruining his beautiful face with a scar all along his cheek. Just let me file my nails a bit more and you'll see.
Noah laughs at the sight.
"I knew I couldn't get and keep you here all on my own." He says bitterly, looking down at me.
This is the part of the movie in which they tie me to a chair, blindfold me and torture me, just to end up with a dead body on their basement.
I'm utterly terrified.
Why would he speak to me like that? Doesn't he know he's scaring me?
I feel tears forming in the back of my eyes.
Please, don't fall. Please.
He must've noticed, cause as soon as I look up to him, he frees me from Jungkook's grip, only to have me into his own. He stares right in my eyes.
"Hey. Hey, hey, Nari. It's okay. Please, don't cry." Which only made my tears start rolling down my cheeks. "Oh, please, Nari." He says lovingly wiping the tears ever so carefully. "Why are you crying?" He asks, cupping my fluffy face in his big, warm hands.
"I-I don-n't wanna g-go in there. And y-you scared m-me." I say quietly, letting a few more tears drop.
"Nari, yeonin (sweetie), I'm sorry. But I need you to walk in there. I'm tired of seeing you sad over what he did. And he truly wants to apologize to you. Please. Do it for me?" He says hugging me and running his long fingers through my hair.
"No. Sorry." I say pulling away from his embrace. "Besides, we're at war." I add grinning again.
I can't wait to see what this boy means by war.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•A Couple Weeks Later, Mid October•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

"Nari, wake up." A familiar deep voice calls my name. "Nari. I ain't repeating it twice." He says in perfect american english. "There's cheesecake downstairs."
I open an eye just to see if he's messing with my feelings. He, Noah, lets out a giggle at my reaction and caresses my face. I swear to god, sometimes he acts like he's my boyfriend.
After putting on our school uniforms, we head down to the kitchen to have my promised cheesecake and then we leave.
When we arrive at school, the first thing I see is the orange pinkish haired boy eating his fling's face. Meh. Not worthy of breaking down. Again.
My friends come down to the yard, thing they never do, and scort me to our class like I'm some kind of celebrity.
We walk past Suga and Lara. She has her eyes wide open. Oh boy, can't he see she just wants him for his fame?
"No PDA." Dohyung says before leaving, but they don't seem to care, they're too engrossed in their world of lies.
"Guys. I don't feel like being in class." I say leaving. What I feel like doing is dancing. Really. So I just head to the mirror room in the gym.
When I get there I hear music. My favourite song for a ballet duo. I wonder who is dancing to it. I silently open the wooden door, revealing a huge room with three of its walls coated in mirrors and the fourth one in an immense picture window, letting the morning light illuminate the room and the gracious brown haired boy spinning and jumping around to the song. He does it so beautifully on his own, I almost forget it's meant to be danced by two. I sit down by the door and admire him. His slim and toned body does the steps so perfectly, so in time. His loose white shirt flying around when he does and his black pants fitting his legs perfectly. He's so passionate about it, you can see it in his face. Nothing in the world can disturb him when he dances. His perfectly executed pirouettes make him look like an actual angel, the warm sunlight shining down on his pale skin and his closed eyes let the magnificent moment sink in. Right now, I truly believe I have died and ascended to heaven. Watching him makes me remember I came here to dance, just as he is, and I know the female role for this one melody. Should I join him? Yes. You know this perfectly, like the back of your hand. What if I bother him? Then you'd apologize, leave and die of embarrassment. JOIN HIM! My mind screams at me to do so, to be one with him, so I get up from my improvised seat, take off my jacket and dance in his direction, joining him in the middle of the room. When his warm hands touch my body in a step, his eyes go wide open, yet he doesn't stop moving. Instead he just smiles down at me, and we keep spinning and doing pirouettes.
That's only until the leid, sadly, comes to an end.
He puts me down on the ground when the final step is over, or when his arms give out, I'm not quite sure.
He then walks to the window, taking a water bottle in the process. He pushes the window open and rests his forearms on it, popping the bottle open and taking a sip of it. While swallowing his water, he turns his head back to me and smiles. His smile is so cute, so... genuine.
"Come here." His voice, even though a bit high pitched, is like music to my ears. I do as told and approach him, propping my elbows next to his arms and resting my head on my small hands. I look straight at his eyes for the first time, only to find him already looking at me and trying to hide a smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him, a small smile forming in my lips as I look down shyly.
"Where did you learn to dance like that?" He questions me, and I answer him quietly, "At home, actually."
"No way. You can't learn at home and just dance so beautifully!" He says skeptically. I just giggle and shrug, looking down once again. "I'm Park Jimin, by the way." He says smiling. God, he never stops showing that smile of his.
"Hall Nari." I reply and he pulls me in for a hug.
"We should probably get to class, we don't want detention, do we?" He says holding out his hand for me to take, which I gladly do, and we go to class.

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So.... I'm officially in love with the second part of this chapter.😂😭😍