appearance (namjoon)

5. boomer hide-out

y/n pov. 

I've had enough of my teacher's annoying voice. "Y/n, would you be interested in answering number 2?" I mocked. 

I stood up while adjusting my hoodie before picking up my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. nam-guy was still packing up from class. Wiping his desk from the water he spilled and crushing his assignments into his bag.  

Heaving another sigh, I swiftly made my way around the room, as I was determined to avoid him. As I quietly walked out of the classroom, I lowered my gaze to the floor, making my way speedily to my secret hideout.  My secret hideout, the only place i can get some peace and quiet, distracting me from the other horrors of the world. in the empty classroom 11, at the far right corner, behind the cabinets, under the wooden planks.

Although you have to remove wooden planks, and squeeze behind the cabinets, (depending on your size, it might or might not be easier). I made my way through the cafeteria while being buried with thoughts. As expected of me, I wasnt looking at where I was walking. Suddenly I felt something hard on my shoulder, I glanced up at that object. 

"hey fatty, watch where you're going. No one wants to get your fat disease, ugh, literally you can be counted as an elephant. Now get out of my sight, or else my eyes will suicide" Jeon Jungjerk snapped. 

I looked up at the familiar voice, realizing that I accidentally bumped him in his shoulders. Then arrogantly walked around that jerk, even flipping my hair as i went. Strutting to my original target, the hideout.  As i turned the corner, I let a great breath of relief. As the tense sensation left the air, my body relaxed. 

coast clear 

Arriving to room 11, it was quite a sight. Cobwebs hanging from corners of the room with occasional strings fluttering down to the ground. dust invading the air, fighting for dominance as the room became cloudier by every breath I took. The windows had baby blue curtains draped over with little spiders making it their home. The creaking wooden planks always triggered my bad memories, haunting me, never seeming to let go. It was like a string of memories, each step reviving a memory, fascinating yet daunting. When I think about it, it's quite ridiculous actually. every step, igniting fires,I ran to the cabinets. 

I compressed myself against the wall, pressing the cabinet way from me. Then lifting a few planks of wood, placing then carelessly at the side. Displayed before me, I saw little staircases, bringing me back memories of when i first discovered this. 

I pulled myself inside, taking slow strides. It was a small room, a room with just a table and chair. but that was enough to satisfy me. settled down on my chair, i diverted my attention to what just happened. the past events flashed before me. I stared blankly at the wall with no emotion on my face. 

they werent worth my attention

I was worth so much more

but...

how much more was i even worth? 

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y/n pov. 

"Y/n, here is your exam score." 

I stared in disbelief at my paper

59%

I WAS JUST 1 FREAKING PERCENT AWAY FROM PASSING THE EXAM