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As I thought, Kim Seokjin might vote for me. Turns out the lunch bell had indicated others to move to their classes and the way I had messed up things, I don't think things are going to end any time soon.

Namjoon is a delinquent. He might be fine with disciplinary actions but I am not.

'I need to think my way out.'

I kept panicking inside my head as I saw Namjoon eyeing other students present meanwhile. A sweat soon dribbled it way from my forehead to my neck. The tension in the room is almost nonexistent but the tension inside my head was torturing.

I needed to find a way out. I am fine with him bullying me the entire year. But, Not with my uncle.

He might kill me if he hears about this and I am terrified of him.

As soon as I went to say something all the students left out immediately looked at the enterance door. It was no other than our Disciplinary Teacher.

Seeing him, my eyes widened. My feet kind of got stuck on the floor. I slowly watched his actions. I felt his cold hard stare at us.

"Why aren't you kids at your classes?" He normally asked. As I have seen his temper throughout these past years. He always started off being cool, intimidating each students. Then his head would blow out.

I kept my head down to the ground. It was not interesting but I couldn't show him my face. Poor attempt, really. But the 16 year old me, who had yet to face the harsh reality infront of her face wasn't really the one to blame.

After the incident, the disciplinary teacher warned us to never meddle with school rules. And he left me unpunished since I was deliberately a well reputated student. Now the thing is, there was always a catch.

The teacher had called my supposed parents and informed my deeds. And currently now, I was waiting outside the main door. My uncle, who was obsessed with my report cards and school reputation, was an eccentric literature lecturer. Eccentric because, he is obsessed with results. He is obsessed with numbers that holds no value to life.

He was abusive. To me. He was always, always greedy for me. My grades, actually.

That night left a scar to my memories. The night was as terrifying as a violin's rhymes. The tension was overwhelming. As if the hairs of your body would rise up as the tune hits in your senses.

"You worthless prick."

"How dare you stain your reputation over these stupid songs!"

"Trash. All of these are trash."

"They do not deserve to be in my house."

"Burn them."

No, you can't take them. No. Don't take these away. Don't burn them. Don't burn my life away. These are my feelings. These are my emotions I hide from the world.

I can't loose these tunes. They would get lost forever.

I can't let them burn.

Please, please. Don't,

Burn them.

I shake the terrifyingly agonizing memories away from my head. As if they go away simply shaking your head few times.

I look at the road. I need to look forward. I have been through a lot of chaotic experiences. Holding onto the past wont help me move forward. I have a huge responsibility I need to carry. I need to find Jungkook's legal guardian. I need to focus on my career. I tightly hold the steering wheel as I kept my eyes at the road.

I have a lot to lose.  

"Ah Jieon!" A familliar female voice yelled behind me. I wasn't surprised, I least expected such yells because I took more than a week leave when it was supposed to be a 3 day leave.

From my signing to this company, I never took a day off. I had a lot to work off. But until a week ago, I was being terrifyingly sick of the song inspirations.

I turned to my side to see Our Director known as Adora. Ahn Dorwa, simply Adora. I call her Dora. She has been composing with another groups and solo artists.

I looked at her newly dyed ash brown hair, her hair grown a bit long than I last saw her. Which was half a month ago. Why? I was so absorbed to work I forgot to meet others.

"I missed you so much" she told as she hugged me tightly. I hugged her back. As I smiled to her, she gave me a great wide smile.

While we were absorbed at our little reunion, I didn't noticed other people surrounding us. I looked towards others and flashed a smile to others. Everyone gave me their warm greetings and planned a welcoming party today night.

I, as for the sake of manners, at first told them that it was totally unecessary but through theirintense insistence I couldn't deny. I eventually told them how glad I am to see them again.

After our mini reunion, I had been informed by the reception lady that Ceo wanted to meet me. I thanked her and immefiately went for the elevator.

As I kept sitting at the comfortable chair, I kept glancing towards the clock, my mind wandering to the newly added person in my life. Jeon Jungkook.

So funny how I don't know anything about him except his name and age. He appears to be so soft and innocent. Well-mannered, soft-spoken, wise. Yet he feels as unknown as an outsider. Well, what do I expect from him anyways? He has been living with me for almost a week. Ofcourse he needs time.

My uncontrollable thoughts vanished as soon as I heard the door being opened. I saw Bang-ssi softly smiling towards me, "Well, well who do we have here?" He said as I stood up from my seat and bowed to him slightly praying my greetings to him.

"How was everything?" He asked me while he took his seat infront of me. "It was fine, thanks to you PD-nim, I could find tons of inspirations throughout roaming the village ways." I smiled and swayed my hands like a little kid explaining his happiness to his father.

"I told you didn't I?" He said as he made his hands link on the table. "Well, I heard about the boy you had to took with yourself. How is he?" He said.

But before I could say anything, A knock on the door interuppted our conversation and both of us concentrated on the door behind us.

"Come in!" Sihyuk-nim said as the door slowly opened. I strained my eyes onto the new face.

Familliar. The face was overly familliar.

Kim Namjoon.