『 Sense 』"Sight" - J.JK

Deux

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"Y/N!

What's the answer to 4?" A voice whispered harshly.

I sighed, eyes drifting away from the test and at the distressed male, Baekhyun- obviously stuck on the question- the way his forehead creased from the stress and how his lips pursed, I resisted the urge to lean over and pinch his cheeks.

"If I tell you the answer, you're buying me banana milk," I tell him lowly, my lip slightly curving upwards. He frowns, pondering if whether he has the money or not.

"How about 10 answers?" He bargained, puffing out his cheeks to push it even farther.

I internally squealed at his adorable cheeks, the grip on my mechanical tightening. I took a deep breath, "5 answers."

He quieted, seemingly conflicted for a few seconds before sighing, "fine."

And that's how you get free stuff, get smart.

-

Strolling down the road, I sipped the banana milk happily whilst my banana milk buyer pouted. "Can I have a sip," He asked suddenly.

"Just a sip," I emphasized each word, pushing the straw in his direction. He happily connected his lips to the straw as I watched the substance channel through the straw. I let him taste it for a few seconds before pulling away until his hand snapped up and held my wrist in place. My eyes blew wide when I watched him consume every last drop, feeling myself die in the inside when witnessing his crime.

"BAEKHYUN!"

Releasing my wrist, he broke into a fit of laughter when I stared at the empty container in horror. Anger swelled in my chest, as I watched him slap his knee. This bitch drank all of my milk.

Halting in front of him, I reached up and grabbed the thin skin of ear between my thumb and index, his face contorting from laughter to pain.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Y/N! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

I scowled, both hands returning to my side at his apology. "You owe me another one," I say.

He murmured, hand massaging at his ear in an attempt to soothe the pain, "I'll get you one tomorrow, chill."

I sighed exasperatedly, shoving my hands into my warm pockets and bit the inside of my cheek.

A buzz of a notification sounded from behind, following the rustle of a jacket. "Ah, sorry Y/N my girlfriend wants to meet. See you tomorrow!" I nod, looking over my shoulder to see Baekhyun retreat to the university.

My mind seemed to be on buffer today, the world cleared of color when Baekhyun left like the colors were practically tied onto him. Baekhyun had such a friendly aura, he was easy to approach and easy to love. But I, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of a Baek. I was a fake (sorry not sorry) I treated the world like how the world had treated me, trash. It seemed like everyone was attached to a string that someone else controlled, either it being love, guilt, depression. I was sick of being a pawn in gods stupid chess game.

Ultimately, I ended up trudging home with bitter thoughts.

-

Passing through the 7/11 I paused to scan the drastic change of environment; the lines of poverty-stricken homes oozed danger, no wall was safe from the graffiti of gang signs, threats, and... penis'.

I shivered.

Reluctantly, I strode into the peril neighborhood, my mind shouting at my legs to get out as fast as I could. You never know, I could always get kidnapped or even find myself in the middle of a damn shootout. Anything could happen on these streets no matter the time of day but me being relatively unlucky, I always sleep past my alarm and woke up late to then run through the streets to get to my class terrified.

So far, I'm standing here alive and well.

But my activities didn't go unnoticed...

-

"Take a look at that beauty,"

I snickered, eyes casting towards the grinning Jimin watching the girl pass through the window and out of sight.

Jimin ran his hand through his orange locks (he looks so good in this color omfg) a habit that had made many ogle.

"Surprised she hasn't been raped yet," he joked darkly, taking a long drag of the cigarette squished between his fingers.

I plucked a car key from its hanger, "Don't tell me you're lovin' the bitch?"

He scoffed, dropping the remains of the spent cigarette on the planked floor and pressed the feet of his shoe on it. "I'm gonna' need the virgin points," Jimin responded, slipping on his leather jacket adorned with various badges.

I rolled my eyes, swinging the door open, "C'mon shithead, we have some money to collect." 

-

I dug my keys into the door, twisting it a couple of times to open the god damn thing. Finally setting foot in my home, I tossed my keys into the poorly made ceramic bowl and started to fix myself up with some ramen.

I turned the faucet, waiting until the water rose up to the slightly visible line and slid it into the microwave. Tapping my foot against the tiled floors, my mind traveled back to the time when I was walking through the shady neighborhood- now that I think about it, I always had some weird feeling like I was being watched when I passed by the same house. I never really had a good look at it since all that I was thinking about was if some guy was going to pop up from around the corner and beat me up. 

I sighed, I'm most likely just overthinking everyth-

knock

knock

That's odd... was I supposed to meet anyone today? 

KNOCK 

KNOCK

Jesus, they must be really fucking impatient. 

Whatever, it's probably my crackhead neighbor. 

Retrieving my finished cup noodles from the microwave, I set them down on the counter and stepped towards the door. I didn't bother looking through the peephole, it had been cracked for some mysterious reason by the past tenants but I never questioned it. 

Unlocking the first lock, I twisted the knob and the door immediately swung open, making me hit the back wall forcefully. 

"Listen here twat, you still owe us 7k from that last-

what the fuck!"

I rubbed the back of my head, thousands of warning signs and panic settling within the small expanse of my brain. 

"Who the hell are you?!" The voice shouted angrily, his rough voice oddly striking something within me. Yet my blood boiled, who the fuck asks me that in my own damn home! 

"Who the hell am I?! Who the hell are you?!" I screamed back just as equally as his, the wall giving me some support to lean back onto my feet. 

"Hey Jay, I heard a scream an- hot damn! hey baby girl," A different but softer voice said.

I whipped my head up, my ears flushed in anger and teeth clenched tightly, "Excuse me?!" 

Before I realized it, my breath hitched.

Why.

are.

they.

so.

hot!