"Sort of..." I fade off, thinking about how a few were in my first class. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are in maths. And then Seokjin has last class with me.
I don't finish my sentence. "Yah." Mom flatly states, getting my attention. "Are you not going to tell your eomma about school?" She glares softly at me. I drop my bag and joined her on the couch.
"Well, there's nothing much to say. Just a new student." I didn't want to give too much info about the student being a girl.
Before Mom can respond there is a knocking on the door. "Namjoonie!" Seokjin's voice rings out. I get up from the couch and let him enter the house. Except, it's not just him. My whole squad was here.
"Hyung! I barely get to see you! Where did you go after school today?" Jimin's voice whines. I laugh and shake my head.
"I go to the library to work on homework," I inform him. "With (Y/n)." I quietly add. The whole group laughs at my added comment. "What? What so funny?" I redden a little, not knowing why.
"This (Y/n) character keeps popping up in your words. I never see her. Does she skip class?" Jungkook makes his way to the back porch. Everybody follows with their bags, I quickly grab mine.
"Han (Y/n). She shares all of my classes and lunch. And no, she never skips. She always sits beside me." We settle underneath the the trees in the backyard.
Jungkook and Jimin exchange skeptical glances. "Are you sure about that hyung?" Taehyung just sighs.
"Yah, school has been stressful. Namjoon hyung Just needs more sleep." They all nod in agreement. But I don't.
"I'm not stressed! Why would I be stress at the beginning of school? It's only Wednesday of the second week. Everything is a breeze." I grip onto my bag and cast daggers into the quiet group of friends.
"Enough talk about girls. We need to get this assignment done so we can actually hang out." Seokjin breaks the tension and pulls out his homework.
"Ready. Set. Go!" Jimin screeches as Jungkook scrambles up the tree. Taehyung is cheering while Seokjin is booing.
"Take your time Jungkook!" He distracts the youngest. Jungkook almost looses his grip on the rough bark.
"Hyung! Quiet!" Jungkook whines and rings the bell. Jimin continues with his loud encouragement.
"And time!" Taehyung smashes the stop watch to a pause. "Jungkook takes first place with eight seconds. Seokjin with nine. Jimin with nine and a half. Namjoon hyung, it's your turn."
I get up from the grass and shake my hands, preparing myself for the fastest climb. "I'm ready." I whisper.
I think of (y/n) and what she would think about this tree climbing game. Taehyung interrupts my thoughts with a 'ready'.
I get into a climbing stance. "Set. Go!" Taehyung starts my round. I pounce onto the tree, pulling myself up with branches.
The rough bark bit at my skin, but I continue with determination. I reach the bell and ring it once. Wanting to beat Jungkook's time, I half-skid half-climbed down the tree.
"Time!" Taehyung's deep voice deforms into a laugh. "Ooohhh! Jungkook, the Golden Maknae, was beat! Namjoon hyung, with the time of seven point eight, take the title as the winner of this week's tree climbing champion."
Jungkook rushes over to Taehyung to see if he was lying. "H-how?! You always come in last hyung!"
I smirk. Not because I won, but I have a story to tell to (y/n) tomorrow. "Nonsense, Seokjin hyung sometimes takes last place." Jimin defends for me.
The eldest laughs and sighs. "Accept that you lost, Jungkook. If you don't I won't make food." Jungkook frowns but says nothing.
Seokjin leads our way to the kitchen where he is going to cook supper. "Alright. Jimin, Taehyung, start on boiling the water. Jungkook, set the table. And Namjoon, cut the onions." Seokjin gives orders as if we were in a stressful mission.
I finished washing the last plate with Seokijin rinsing. Jungkook had dried and Taehyung put away the dishes. "That was a good meal." Taehyung sighs as he closes the cupboard.
"Yeah, but still not as good as Namjoon's eomma's cooking." Jungkook laughs with a bunny shriek. Seokjin scoffs.
"Maybe because you helped making it." We all 'ooohed' at his comeback. "I'm just kidding, Kookie. Namjoon's eomma is practically a chef." There was a knock on the door.
"I'll go get it." I quickly made my departure, unsure why they suddenly looked at me weirdly.
I open the door to see a tired face male a little older than me. His blonde hair was bedraggled and lips in a slight pout. "Hello, may I help you?" I blink once.
He stares at me and sighs. "No, nothing. I just wanted to say hello. I'll be sleeping in your garage, so don't wake me up." He was dead serious. I frown.
"No, that's not acceptable." I harshly say. The man doesn't react and shrug. He smirks slightly and shifts his weight.
"Okay, I'll find some where else. Good night." With that he turns away and continues to walk down the sidewalk. I close and lock the door. I make my way to the garage, ignoring the questions sprouting from my friends' mouths.
I quickly check everything was normal and the strange guys wasn't there. I triple check that everything was locked and secure. "Yah, Namjoon!" Seokjin wails. "Youre eomma wants to speak with you!" I sigh through my nose and go back inside.
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Fanfic"(Y/n) isn't here." I say after Teacher Park asked if everyone was in class. All of the students laugh and Teacher Park chuckles. "Oh, nice try, Namjoon. Taehyung already beat you to the joke yesterday." I frown. I'm not joking. I turn to Jimin wh...
