The Redeemers || BTS | AU

Fauna *** 1

"Ah nao!", Fauna groaned into her pillow with plight. While one hand smacked herself repeatedly in the head, the other was clutching onto her phone.

Marcia's loud voice blared through the speakers. "You better get yourself over here or else I'm sure they're going to kick you out of the program".

Fauna immediately shot up, her head buzzing at an alarming rate with the migraine she was feeling. "No, no, I-I'll be there", she assured the older girl.

"Fine", Marcia snapped, hanging up the phone before Fauna could say anymore.

Fauna sighed, blowing a strand of hair from her face and groggily shifting her legs out of bed. She just had to get drunk the night before, didn't she?

Fauna blinked into her bathroom mirror to end up slamming against the wall in horror as she surveyed a bleary-eyed dark haired girl staring back as if she'd awoken from the dead.

"Oh", she chuckled, "That's just me".

Not wanting to test any more of Marcia's patience, Fauna hurriedly ran a toothbrush through her teeth, shoving on a pair of tattered jeans and a black t-shirt before grabbing her white lab coat sprawled over the floor and throwing herself out of her dorm room faster than the speed of light.

Fauna could feel her heart rate quicken as she dashed down the dorm halls. Any passerby would be unfazed at the girl's frivolous escapade. They all knew too well what a hangover day felt like when you also inconveniently had to attend class.

It was a miracle that Fauna hadn't been kicked out of the lab program yet.

The hot Brazilian sun beat down on her back as she ran across the streets, with vehicles and pedestrians alike harking impatiently at the girl.

"Desculpa, desculpa", she half-heartedly muttered in Portuguese as a means to apologize.

Fauna swerved around the bushes of roses dotting the university campus, fingers running across the gravely brick walls until her feet came to a halt beside the doors marking the chemistry labs.

Fauna inhaled a sharp breath, putting a hand in front of her mouth to check the smell. She wrinkled her nose when a hit of alcohol tainted her nostrils.

"Ugh great..."

She ducked her head subconsciously, feeling the gazes of her classmates momentarily shift from the lab instructor to the girl as she made her way to the back off the room and quietly seated herself at the lab table.

"Fauna...", Professor Hernandes's judgemental stare was piercing.

"Desculpa professor...", she attempted.

She was screwed. It's a surprise that her hungover potato self had made it this far anyway. She internally grimaced, feeling her labcoat stick from the wet patch of sweat forming on her back.

The Professor made his way over to her, and Fauna hated how everyone's eyes followed his movements from the front of the room, all the way to the back where she sat. Fauna fidgeted on her stool, drawing her fingers together on her lap as she tried meeting the man in the eyes, already knowing what was to come.

After eons later, once he'd finished berating her in front of everyone, Fauna grudgingly accepted her punishment. She'd be staying after class to clean everyone's lab equipment. Just great.

"Now, let's start", the professor began, once more standing at the front of the room. Everyone's ear perked up in keenness, excitement lingering in their fingertips to began the art of a Flavorist.

That was the only thing keeping Fauna's mood from completely going down and encouraging her to persevere.

Fauna wanted to be a Flavorist. If there was anything she loved in this world, that was food. Food was everything. Food was life, it was an emotional stabilizer, it was an art. And what more could Fauna want than spend the rest of her life crafting together wonderful flavors in a Flavorist lab?