You’re in danger right now, Why are you testing me?
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The floor was wet, and my steps were slow, careful. Minhyuk had disappeared somewhere into a corner or something about a few minutes ago, and I was alone again—though I didn't really mind.
This time, my shoulders weren't weighed down by my bag straps, but my arms were overflowing with piles and piles of notes and hastily attached paper clips. The crowd moved along with me, and this time, I didn't exit into the bleachers.
My gaze stayed on the ground in front of me, the strange, irrational fear that someone was going to come for my throat gnawing at the back of my mind.
No one could, really. No one knew.
I exhaled softly through my nose, the sound barely audible in the chatter of students enveloping me. Not one arm brushed mine.
And then, one did.
It was sudden, unexpected to the point of almost making me fall—the shoulder pushed into mine without trial and almost made me drop the bundles gathered in my arms. My eyes flickered up to the person as they passed, without even offering me an apologetic look.
It was definitely a guy, the broadness of his shoulders was far too noticeable. His hoodie was black, stark and simple, the hood over his head and his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.
I scoffed. "Okay."
The crowd thinned as I reached the exit.
"Y/N!"
I flinched in surprise as a hand landed uninvited on my shoulder, and turned to find the boy with round, wire-rimmed glasses looking at me worriedly. "Y/N, right?"
I frowned. "Yeah..." I exhaled as he looked past my shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing anxiously, his pouty lips pursing. "Are you okay?"
"What?" He snapped out of his trance, blinking and looking around him. "Uh, yeah. I mean—can we talk somewhere else? I don't want to be hit by any more passerbys."
I shrugged, hefting the pages as he led me to one side of the hallway. His shoes squeaked against the newly cleaned tile floors, making my cringe.
"Well?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Oh." His eyebrows flicked upwards before furrowing again. "Uhm—about that day, well, you didn't..."
Baekhyun—or at least what I thought his name was—struggled to find the words, shifting from one foot to the other. "About the notes?"
