02| The Trash Bag

The weekend had flown by just like that. Like it always does, and guess what!

It's back to school.

How atrociously wonderful.

Honestly speaking, I hate Mondays with a religiously burning passion.

If Monday was a person, oh how I would love to sell it to Satan even if it's just for a measly, almost expired, bottle of banana milk.

It would be totally worthwhile.

Anyways, I had arrived to class much earlier than my lovely seatmate, Park Jimin as well as Jeon Jungkook and Taehyung but them not showing up early to class isn't something out of the ordinary for me.

So, like I do almost everyday whilst waiting for them, is to go on to lean my head over my desk and stare straight out the window and up at the morning sky.

Today, there's not a single cloud in sight and as far as the eye can see, everything is a shade of blue that's tinged with a slight orange but most of all, it looks so serene and wondrous. Especially with those flocks of birds flying across it in such a harmonious manner.

But despite my internal gawking and distraction by the wonder of nature, my ears still somehow remain as sharp as a razor blade since it manages to catch the bits and pieces of my classmates endless conversations, that's floating around.

There's always groups of students huddled together around a single desk or two and chatting away like there's no tomorrow but since it's Monday, the hot topic up for spillage on everyone's list, is how they spent their weekend.

Some went galavanting with friends to do shopping or to watch a movie. Others had picnics, went to lotte duty or simply walked along the Han River. So, basically everyone, here in class has clearly had a better weekend than I did.

I sigh deeply, as I stretch my hand up to the sill of the window, catching the cool breeze that's slipping it's way through the open window.

Honestly, I never expected to see Minho out of the blue like that! And one thing's for sure, is that seeing his face again was like staring at an evitable death, directly in the face.

It was that horrifying but luckily Taehyung had decided to play the hero and saved me from his evil clutches or else I wouldn't have known what to do.

I'll admit, I was baffled at first when Taehyung had actually played along but I was still glad that he pulled me out of there, safe and sound.

As my mind recollects the chard remains of this situation, I can't help but wonder just what in the world happened between Minho and Yeji- the girl he cheated on me for- for him to actually come running back to me with the incredulous thought that I would really take him back- he must be some type of lunatic to think that way.

But what if Yeji did what Minho did to me?

I guess it is possible, although I think it's too harsh of a thing to think upon someone but then again it's still a valid outcome.

"Aish," I mutter, bringing my hand back towards my body, since it's starting to chill a little with the breeze. "Just forget i-"

"Yah. Soo Yeong ah~."

A soft voice suddenly hits my ears and almost immediately all of my troubles fade away and a smile finds it way over my features. I shoot up from my half-dead position on the desk and turn straight towards the voice.

"Jimin ssi!" I happily greet, and my eyes falls over his smiling pink lips that matches his neatly styled hair.

He bows slightly before taking a seat on the chair beside me but his movement causes my eyes to then fall over the person that's standing behind him.

He has black shaded hair and he's sipping on a bottle of banana milk.

"Jungkook ah!" I greet. "How are you two?" I go on to lean against my desk, as I straighten out my skirt.

When his eyes falls over me, he smiles despite having the straw in his mouth, and he mumbles, "Great and heads up."

He suddenly hurls a bottle of banana milk my way and my reflexes just barely manages to react to the sudden propulsion, nonetheless I still manage to catch it, holding it securely within my grasp.

Talk about selling Monday to Satan for a bottle of banana milk.

"Thanks," I simply state and Jungkook gives a nod of his head as he leans over the desk behind Jimin.

I shake up the bottle just before poking the straw through the aluminium foil and as I sip on it I instantly feel my insides become refreshed.

"The class is a lot rowdier than usual." Jimin suddenly speaks, as he leans back in his chair. "What's up with that?"

I nibble slightly on the straw and mumble, "They're discussing their weekend. A lot of them actually had fun."

"Don't you have Dumbo sized ears!" Jungkook snickers and I send him daggers.

"Yah! Did I ask for your comment!" I spit, and roll my eyes at him but Jimin only chuckles at the interaction, his laugh literally forming rainbows in my ears.

"Give me back my banana milk!" Jungkook bitterly bites back but obviously I know he's joking.

"I already spat in it." I seethe, with a little smirk that's directed straight towards Jungkook.

"Isn't that a disgusting thing to do."

A fruity voice suddenly cuts the playful tension between Jungkook and I and it brings Jimin's laugh to a halt as well.

All eyes turns towards the voice and my eyes lands over the person I called hero on Saturday, Taehyung.

As usual, he manages to pull off the school uniform look and unlike Jimin and Jungkook, he's missing his maroon blazer, leaving him in his simple white shirt and as for his grey pants, it fits him wondrously.

I watch him with a pout, as he goes on to sit over the desk that's directly in front of me and he places his bag over my desk, as if it's his own and he stares at me with a small smirk.

"I was joking you nut."

I say as I eye him, and Jungkook snorts at the insult but Jimin on the other hand chuckles once more, and luckily he doesn't fall off the chair like he does every other day.

That boy really loves the floor as much as he loves dancing itself.

"Here hyung!" Jungkook hollers as he hurls a bottle of banana milk towards Taehyung, who gracefully catches it unlike me.

"What are you? A distributor for banana milk now?" I tease, with my tongue out and in-between my lips but alas, an unexpected turn of events occurs, which suddenly leaves me banana milk-less.

With my depressed eyes, I look down at my hand to see that the tasty treat is gone, but I quickly turn to face Taehyung, who had sneakily stolen my current prized possession, despite having his own.

"Yah! That's mine!" I yell, but notice him taking deep sips from the bottle through the straw, which I had nibbled on. "Now there's Taehyung germs all over it!" I cry animated tears.

Taehyung only smirks back at me, as he bites on the straw a little, "Don't be like that... Soo ya~" He mumbles, teasingly.

I freeze at his words, suddenly feeling all of the colour drain from my face, and I stare at him with a small frustrated pout because he's poking at unwanted memories.

"Fine. Keep it but just don't ever call me that again." I warn, finally sliding from my leaning position on the table and transitioning into a sitting position over the chair.

"What's going on with you two?" Jungkook suddenly asks, making me realise that Taehyung and I aren't alone.

"Did something happen while you two were doing your essay?" Jimin suggests with a barely noticeable smirk on his lips.

"Ani."

"Deh."

I denied everything that was just thrown at us, but Taehyung on the other hand quickly opposed my answer so I stare at him with furrowed brows.

"So... something did happen." Jungkook chuckles, leaning over Jimin's table to get a closer inspection on things.

"Come on, spill the tea." Jimin pipes, as he leans over the desk as well whilst he stares back and forth between Taehyung and I.

I stare at Jimin nervously before darting my eyes over to Taehyung, who gives me a small shrug like he just didn't throw tea up in the air but nonetheless, I give him the get go to tell them what had happened.

But, shockingly, it seems like the God's of Fate doesn't want Jimin and Jungkook to know what had happened just yet since our English teacher suddenly walks in with brisk steps and everyone breaks away from their clicks, quickly scurrying over to their rightful seats.

"Later. In third period." Taehyung informs, to which both Jimin and Jungkook nod their heads to. "And Soo Yeong..." I look over at him and he suddenly throws his sealed banana milk at me and I catch it just as he slips his backpack from my table top.

Both Jungkook and Taehyung then slither to their own rightful places that's right at the back of the classroom and adjacent to the row which Jimin and I are seated in.

I ever so slightly I turn in my seat to get a look at Taehyung. My eyes watches him casually settle down in his seat and I smile softly, holding onto the banana milk that he just propelled at me.

I don't really get why he did that just now nor why he stole my banana milk in the first place despite having his own but it did manage to make my heart flutter, somehow.

Jimin, suddenly starts shuffling with some papers which brings me back to reality and I instantly shake those thoughts away from my head, as I slip the banana milk into my backpack.

"He's probably just being his annoying self. As usual." I mumble inaudibly and look forward, having my eyes fall over my English teacher whose neatly dressed in all formals.

"Your essays." He simply states, looking at the class, as his hands shuffle into his pockets and my eyes darts back to Taehyung. "Please pass them forward in your respective rows."

As if Taehyung already knew what I wanted, he raises an A4 sized booklet that's all binded up neatly, in my direction and instantly I know it's the essay. I give him a little thumbs up then proceed to face foward.

"Namjoon-nim!" Jackson Wang from China, who sits behind me, suddenly calls for attention. He's a foreign student but he's a good kid. "Is giving it in a plastic sleeve, fine?"

"Deh." Namjoon replies, as he collects a pile of essays from each front table then he goes on to place the essays on his own table, and he leans against it, looking over at the class once more.

"Okay, now that's done." Namjoon says with a little smile. "There's a new student whose going to be joining us for the rest of the year so I want you all to give him a warm welcome when he steps in."

Some of my classmates stares at Namjoon with a surprised look over their face, others stare on in confusion, like myself and the rest are filled with anticipation as they stare at the closed door since this news came up rather unexpectedly.

I wonder if this is how everyone reacted when I had first transferred, six months back?

"You may step in." Namjoon instructs and my eyes darts over to the slowly creaking door.

The student steps in, all adorned in his grey and maroon coloured uniform and I can already make out that he's tall and lean, like every other boy in class but alas I can't quite catch his features since he hangs his head low, and he ruffles his hair slightly with one hand and the other holds onto the strap of his backpack.

This action of his obstructs his face deeming it rather impossible for me to make out his features but apparently he looks pretty damn handsome since the girls at the front of the classroom gasp and they gawk at him like Jungkook does when he's about to purchase banana milk.

Despite all of that deep burning stares and sound effects, he keeps his composer, stepping closer towards Namjoon, then he comes to a complete halt.

He finally straightens out his posture as he sneaks his both hands into his pockets, then he looks up at the class, finally revealing those features of his.

Immediately, I gasp and my eyes widens as it goes on to absorb his familiar facial features.

Those blue eyes, thin pinkish lips, perfected jawline and blonde hair.

"Minho..."

I mumble in disbelief, and I notice his eyes go on to scan the classroom but out of panic, I quickly look down, picking up my notebook and opening it up to any random page.

I hover the notebook in front of my face in order for him not to recognise me but all the while I can feel my heart slowly yet agonisingly drop from it's place within my chest and I cry an undue amount of internal tears.

"Are you alright Soo Yeong ah?" Jimin, asks, noticing my probably weird looking behaviour.

"H-Hm." I mumble, as I nod my head nervously. "What in the world is he doing h-"

As I ask myself that question, something in my brain suddenly clicks.

' You'll see me soon enough. '

My breath hitches as I remember those chilling words he uttered on that Saturday. This can't be happening.

"I'm Jae Minho."

Suddenly his words pierces through the air, kicking me out of my spiralling, paranoid mind and it hits my ears like an agonisingly painful slap across the face.

With my book still in front of my face, I part my lips in order to stabilise my mismatch breathing pattern, but he speaks up again.

"I look forward to becoming good friends with all of you."

A/n: Some love for Jackson Wang. I love that man, he's so humble and kind.

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