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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : the recording studio

Jisung

"See kitty? It was fun!" Nyx was a giggling mess. Almost like he was drunk.

Their leader had dragged Suji and Kiha back to school, telling them he wanted to have lunch when the next class was over.

But I was left mortified.

I skipped a class?

I skipped a class. Oh my god.

Not even my first month back in school I skipped a class and I tagged a wall.

That was the most uncomfortable I think I've ever felt.

What if someone saw me? Will I get in trouble? Will I go to jail?! What if I get suspended? Or worse, expelled?!

Oh god, what did I do?

My heart pounded and my breathing became uneven.

"Let's go outside kitty, I don't feel like going to my next class." Nyx suddenly turned around, heading for the yard.

No, I can't.

I won't skip another class.

At least not with him.

"Hurry up." The male commanded, starting to walk faster.

We passed a few halls, Nyx seeming to be in a bit of a rush. But I wasn't planning on following.

Suji and Kiha seemed distracted, the two bickering as always.

If I could just find an open classroom.

I quietly stopped, looking around for an empty, but open class.

Math? nope.

English? No.

Hangul? No.

The music room? No.

I shuffled to a room which looked more like a closet, pulling the handle.

It opened.

I scrambled inside, shutting the heavy door, while making sure Nyx or anyone else wouldn't hear.

I looked around, barely able to make out my surroundings. My vision was blurring faster and faster, but I was surprised to see what kind of room I was in.

It wasn't a classroom, that's for sure.

There was a couch in the corner of the room, followed by many controls and a few computers.

A solid door and a huge window called the wall it's home, but what the window revealed, was very much unexpected.

A small microphone was attached to the ceiling, hanging down securely. Acoustic foam hugged the walls, the only form of furniture being a stool-like chair.

This wasn't just any room you'd find in a normal school.

No, it was a recording studio. Fully equip, and running like people were here all the time.

It felt comfortable. But that didn't mean I felt any better.

I collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily.

But, that breathing soon turned into a cry.

Shaky tears rolled down my pink cheeks, each dropping onto the tile, just to shatter. Like thin, unwanted glass.

I sniffed, a few sobs leaving my lips.

It felt hopeless.

How would I ever get out of this? Nyx has control over my every move. Will he punish me for not going with him right now? Will he show Chan?