Friends with the Supernatural (A BTS Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

No one's P.O.V.

The drive from the main campus to the dorms was a short one. But for the 5 people situated uncomfortably in the car made it seem like longer. The Jeon's were situated in the front seats of the car, whilst Jungkook, Shiron and Namjoon tightly seated in the back, along with the siblings "numerous" amounts of luggage. Namjoon shifted uncomfortably inbetween the Jeon siblings as the drive continued, often breaking the silence by giving Mr. Jeon the odd directions to the dorm buildings.

"So, Namjoon was it? What is it that you're planning to study once you start the college phase?" Mrs. Jeon asked the taller boy in an attempt to start a conversation for the younger people in the car.
"Well. I'm not too sure yet Mrs. Jeon. You see, I have a lot of duties at the school at the moment, so I haven't had time to think about it much. But, when I do, I think about doing music. Specifically producing." Namjoon explained to the matriarch as they turned a corner into the bustling city.
"Music production? That's sounds quite interesting." Shiron waded into the conversation, turning to look at Namjoon from the car window.
"It does. What about the two of you?" He asked the siblings, causing Jungkook to jump and take his earphones out of his ears.
"Well, we're actually thinking of doing dance." Jungkook quietly said as he went shy.
"Interesting. Dance and music tend to be the popular choices, what with the increase of idol and dance groups at the moment." Namjoon paused.
"You know. The majority of our dorm mates want to do dance and music, yet there's one of them who wants to do drama and art." He added.
"Oh. You can pick to do more than one?" Mr. Jeon asked, causing him to turn around for a brief period before focusing his attention on the road again.
"Well, yes. But, the maximum a student can do is between two and three options, and one of them has to be a compulsory subject. For example, a student can elect to do dance and drama, but they have to elect to do maths or science." As Namjoon was explaining and causing the siblings' brains to melt, the car pulled up to the dorm building, which in total took around 10 minutes by car to get there. Mr. Jeon blamed the traffic. 

The area itself looked relatively small and modern, but in actuality, as everyone will find out, it was actually quite big with 5 identical tower like buildings located in the area, one in each corner and one in the centre. One even had a little house on top. The group entered the small housing quad and proceeded to the tower in the centre of the quad.
"It's like a small village in here." Mr. Jeon commented as they were walking through, passing the odd student or two returning to or leaving the quad. When they entered the building, Namjoon stopped and turned to the Jeon family.

"I'm afraid this is where the two of you will have to depart." He said, directing his sentence to Jungkook and Shiron's parents. The siblings looked between the two parties shockingly as if they had somehow ended up stepping into a dystopian sci-fi film. The Jeon's understood what he meant and beckoned their children to them. The couple brought their children into a massive group hug, allowing the both of them to sob lightly as they said their goodbyes.
"Don't worry about us you two. We'll be fine. You'll both be fine. And try to stay out of trouble." Mr. Jeon consoled the two as they broke the hug and wiped their cheeks of tears.
"Don't forget to call each week so we know you're both still alive." Mrs. Jeon jokingly added causing Jungkook and Shiro to chuckle and nod.
"We will do Eomma. Have a safe journey back." Shiro managed to say before bursting into tears again, earning a hug from her brother.
"Protect your sister, Jungkook." Their father slightly warned Jungkook, only to get a nod back as the parents left the two of them, and Namjoon to return to Busan.

After what seemed like forever, Namjoon cleared his throat, alerting the siblings that he was still there. They broke apart from their hug embarrassed.
"Sorry." They both apologised.
"I understand. It's always hard being away from loved ones. I'm assuming this is your first time away from home, isn't it?" He said as they walked, luggage in tow to the elevators. Upon reaching the elevators, the doors opened up wide and out appeared a familiar red haired student.
"Hi Namjoon! How are you? I'm good. I'm just going out to get some food for the fridge as we ran out. Don't blame me, blame Tae..." The orange haired student rambled and rambled to Namjoon, unaware of the two people standing behind him.