𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒

𖦹 six 𖦹

--Y/N: art department.
Mondays just have to be the worst out of all days. Y/N had to admit, she was almost at the edge of not presenting on class because she didn't have friends anymore.

The memories around the garden went lingering her mind. She can't forget the fact that Anha left her in a ditch and that handsome man showed up with her book while she was in a emo state.

She sighs before staring at the wall clock again.

Both hands strike twelve as the school bell rings indicating it's their lunch break.

Usually she would leave herself by her own at lunch for awhile to read a book but today, she wasn't exactly in the mood. She walks outside of her classroom and to the cafeteria.

No friends, new me.

She quoted while trying to get used to the shoulder bumps and the noise that the students make by the halls.

Usually she would read her book as it was the only thing she hears. So she didn't notice the crowd to be this much?

If the halls were crowded then she wouldn't define what was on the cafeteria.

How come the student population become this much. She was in shock.

Will she able to eat?

Oh well, might as well skip.

She rolls her eyes and turn her heels back to the school garden where she hangs out if the classroom was occupied by noises. She sits by the grass with her back leaning against the tree.

Such breeze, she was in a euphoric state. Maybe because she loves it when the wind blows, together with the leaves that fell from their trees and the tingling feeling when the leaves have touched her skin.

She closes her eyes-breathe in, breathe out. A usual routine to calm people's mind and heart. It actually did work. Y/N felt peace by the garden.

Not until.

"Oh, crap!" She hears a cussing word by the halls and huge thundering noises like materials falling on the ground. The clanging noises of metal made her wince.

She stands up from the ground and see the commotion.

It was a guy-who maybe was in a rush-and the materials from his bag fell. Come to think of it, the plural in material is not enough to express the amount of things in his bag now that it was all scattered on the floor.

Nobody had the courage to help the poor man. He was all alone. What the hell is the crowd doing? She was boasting in anger at people gossiping and watching the red head in a comedic way.

"Looking good down there, Kim?" A boy stands infront of the red head and laughs. It was Bang Chan who came laughing at the boy and Y/N hated the situation more.

The red head notice his presence and glance. It took seconds of him to scan the curled brunette before going back to his business. Chan scoffs in disbelief before grabbing one of his brushes which the red head was suppose to get. "You look like a pity down there but I wouldn't mind-who would even help you?"

Those words went ringing inside of Y/N's head, those were the same words he said to her-those painful months where she have to get used to the pain.

Glad that she did got used to it.

Chan went off guard when he feel another presence grabbing the brush from his hand. He glance at the person to see Y/N trying to steal the brush. "I would." She yanks the brush off his grasp and gave it to the red head.

"I'm not trying to be the hero from some cliché story but-" she cuts herself off and showed her hand infront of the dandy looking boy and he accepted her request and stands up with her help.

"Everyone needs someone for help and I don't think you're someone who welcomes people for help. Such a pity." She shows off a small smile and the brunette boy stares on her eyes.

Chan nods. "I agree that this is no cliché kind of story." He walks infront of Y/N and whispers. "But I'll do anything for you not to steal my girl and not ruin my reputation so be careful, Y/N."

He warns before shoulder bumping her on the way. She process the things that happened between them while nibbling the insides of her cheek.

"Damn girl, you look so powerful!"

Y/N flinches in shock. The red head was still here and witness the weird tension between her and Chan. She smiles as the boy continue to praise and thank her.

"Oh, by the way, what was between you and overcooked ramen awhile ago?"

Y/N had to admit, she was at the urge of laughing because of the nickname given to the brunette. She shook her head and starts to leave before the afternoon ring bell.

"Noona!" The boy calls out, she felt uneasy on the nickname since all she met were men older than her. Plus, she never mentioned her age but the boy seems younger than her so he may have assumed she was older.

"Will I meet you again?" He asks before she sends off a goodbye smile and leave.

The red head sighs in relief before staring at his bag of art materials and grin. "Can't wait to tell Hyunjin!"