Real Family

Lee's School of Science and Performing Arts

 "Are you sure none of you can come with me?" I asked wiping my sweaty palms on my black stockings, harshly gripping the sleeves of my black Gucci backpack that Taehyung had bought for me. The night before I had felt so prepared, but as soon as I woke up everything felt like it was going downhill.

The consistent beeping of the smoke detector immediately caused me to jolt up and rush out of my room and down the stairs as fast as possible. The oaky smell of burnt food lingers in the kitchen and I quickly catch on as I see streams of smoke escaping from a pan that was currently placed in the sink. Jungkook stands anxiously in the kitchen, standing on a chair and trying to deactivate the smoke alarm with a broom. I try to call out his name but instead am met with a coughing fit from the puff of smoke wafting towards me. Yoongi is the first to run into the room, "what the fuck Jungkook!" At his exclamation, Jungkook jumps down from the chair successfully turning off the alarm.

"I was just trying to make Mia breakfast since it was her first day of school," Jungkook mutters while I stare wide-eyed at the fact Jungkook wanted to do something so nice for me. And the fact that there seemed to be more steam coming out of Yoongi's ears than from the burnt pan.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I've barely gotten two hours of sleep and I still need to finish recording my song and learning the dance moves that you," he glared at Jungkook, poking him in the chest, "can't teach me because you're so busy trying to help her." I wanted to defend Jungkook, even myself and stand up to Yoongi, ask why he hated me so much. But a third, annoyed voice appeared growling at Yoongi.

"Go back to bed Min." Yoongi turned around as if he was ready to argue but once he saw the annoyed look on Namjoon's face he stormed out of the room. Bumping shoulders with the man as he did so.

"Ill open some windows."

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After getting out most of the smoke and listening to Jin complain about his precious kitchen and how Jungkook shouldn't even step foot near a metal pan for the next week I decided to get changed. Namjoon had given me a box the other day filled with school uniforms for Lee's Science and Performing Arts Academy. Interesting combination. The main colors of the school were black and green so all of the outfits corresponded to the colors. One outfit was a black and green skirt, black tights, black sweater, the second outfit was exactly the same but instead of a black sweater it was dark green and came with knee-high black socks. The last one was a black skirt with a white button up and a dark green vest and suit jacket. I choose the first option, and it wasn't until after I was dressed when I realized how time-consuming it was to properly put black tights on. Checking myself over in the mirror I went back and forth from deciding if I should tuck my sweater into my skirt or leave it untucked. Eventually deciding to tuck the front half. As soon as I had grabbed my bag Namjoon was yelling from the bottom of the stairs about how they needed to leave and then we were all rushing out the door. Squeezing into the SUV wasn't that hard when Namjoon was driving, yet the earlier events from this mourning made the ride tense.

"Do I really have to go in by myself, don't I need an adult to talk to the principal or something?" I asked once again, spotting the huge school with the green and white sign that stated in bold letters, 'School of Lee's Science and Performing Arts.' Namjoon glanced at Jin who was sitting in the passenger seat,

"I'm actually not needed until 10 since there recording rap line and doing a practice for only dance line." I straightened in my seat, a relieved smile gracing my features. 

"Really?" Jin answered my question by hopping out of the car and I quickly followed in his footsteps, a strange feeling washing over me when I heard Jimin mumble,