Enigma II : Magic Card

/20.1/ Real-lie-session

"It's the cleaning day of the month," Jin said, dusting the chairs aggressively as if to turn woods into diamonds. I stood leaning against the door watching them over with a tentative smile in the meanwhile of subduing the headache mildly growing above the corner of one of my eyes.

"Is it like an official date for cleaning?" I asked.

"Kinda. We always fix a day from a month on which we clean the entire all polished at once. Every time it's just me who has to do the whole thing, these jerks always manage to run away," He flipped the broom waving it like a token of victory, "I ain't letting 'em go this time."

The six sighed at his words, Taehyung was about to whisper something in Jungkook's ear, Jin glared at him and immediately yelled, "Don't dare try fleeing this time! I won't make you food for a week!"

"Do you need any help?" I said.

"Nah, since you're a guest, I'mma let you be. By the way, your face looks kinda pale. Are you feeling okay?"

"Does it? I'm fine."

"You don't look so. You should never avoid even the shortest symptom when you're feeling sick."

"It's just some migraine headache back for a while."

"Does it hurt a lot? I think I have some paracetamol or aspirin sorts in my drawer-"

"Not a lot. And usually, pain relievers are not much help to me. I can handle it my way. If I keep busy, I think I will be able to distract myself from it. Give me something to do."

"But I think you should take rest-"

"But I do wanna help," I spoke with enough persistence for the older to condone. "Aish. Okay. You can help me arrange these books first." I nodded immediately and knelt down beside him to join in.

"I should bring the ones kept in my and Namjoon's room as well. Keep the work ahead a bit, I will be back at speed," He stood up and headed for the staircase, "Yoongi, stop strolling around if you don't have work. Help Y/N out. Show her the labels." Yoongi's eyes blankly locked with mine for one short moment. He silently shook a neck once to his hyung and stood aside leaving the way for him to go in.

I clapped both of my cheeks to get the emerging blurry semi-black off my vision. My limbs had started to feel numb this morning as soon as I woke up from three hours of sleep, along with the migraine pretty soon within thirty minutes under the bright light of sun amidst the whites, aging to a soon-to-be dismal gray winter with snowflakes getting ready for its first arrival. From all the arcs of constant workload and weird weather changes, I couldn't say I didn't expect the immunity to kick in betrayal soon. I didn't want to engage with all this excusal cleaning work. Nevertheless, I had to do so to fit in. And fitting in was the hardest task in anywhere of this world.

"Don't keep them alphabetically. Comics first, magazines in the lowest rack." It was the first time Yoongi spoke, of that even gave any instruction. I quietly gave a nod and went along what he said, stashing a pack of books at a time. Moments passed on with two of us working without a word, at one point it started to get too awkward. The aura of this one member was so daunting that any starter would fall less of a word to keep up to his taciturn nature and get more than two words out in return of five delivered sentences. I went with the 'none of the above' option. Neither did I have any business with getting too much under the radar of smart ones in my target group.

It was a long hem of soundless phase until the boy spoke again.

"Where were you last night, Y/N?" His voice lulled to a medium tone retaining the usual graveness, sending a chill through my spine even if for a short slice of time.