The results are in...

The thing is, in this story Lucy doesn't have to end up with a BTS member as its only Bullied By BTS. Or Lucy can be like 'fuck you guys I'm out' but that wouldn't be much of a fanfiction, would it?

I smile and wave back at BamBam trying to ignore BTS looking at me like I just killed their family, it's only lunch,
chill.

"Ayyy, Lucy Musli."

"Jackson, that doesn't even rhyme...or make sense."

I laugh quietly as I sit down watching the boys make fun of each other.

"Lucy! Who do you think will win in an arm wrestle?" Jackson asks. "Me or Jaebum."

"Jaebum."

Jackson scoffed and put his elbow on the table ready for a match.

"I'll show you, Lucy, that I'm the strongest." Jackson says rolling his sleeve up so you can see his woah- he's got muscles..damn boi.

"I'll win for you!" Jaebum smiles and puts his elbow on the table too.

"Ready, steady, go!" BamBam shouts.

Jaebums arm is on the table before I can blink.

I see a lot of girls look over and quickly apply their make up.

I roll my eyes at them and laugh as Jaebum calls hacks.

"So, Lucy, I don't think we've told you our group name." Youngjae smiles.

"You have a group name?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's GOT-"

"DAB7!" BamBam shouts and dabs.

"We've already been through this, DAB7 is just you, by yourself, forever alone." Jackson says sassily.

"As I was saying, we're GOT7!" Youngjae exclaims putting his hands in the air.

"You know, because there is 7 of us, so you've got 7 of us? Get it? Get-"

"Yes, yes, BamBam I'm pretty sure she figured it out." Youngjae rolls his eyes.

I laugh at BamBams pout and pat his head.

"It's okay, thanks for explaining for me!" I smile brightly at him in which he smiles widely back.

"Ew, go get a room."

Before we can either say anything the bell rings.

"Jungkook, I swear to god if you kick my chair one more time I will rip your ears off." I turn around again to look at the emo looking boy.

"Why didn't you sit with us?" He asks, again.

"Because I wanted to sit elsewhere! Am I not allowed to sit where I want?" I ask raising one eyebrow.

"Lucy, look to the front!" Me Sehun shouts.

I sit back in my chair and huff.

"Sir." Jungkook says.

"Yes?" Mr Sehun asks taken back.

I think this is the first time Jungkook has ever called Mr Sehun sir, or anything else to be honest.

"Why do you and the teachers sometimes have your first name as your teacher name and some your last name?" Jungkook asks.

Well, I never imagined in a million years he'd ask that.

"Well, umm, you see, we have the choice. I decided to go with Sehun as the last school I was in the children would make fun of my name Oh." He finally says.

"Oh-kay."

"I bet he was l-oh-nely."

"W-Oh."

"Can we g-Oh home?"

"If one more person says another pun everyone has to stay behind."

"Uh-Oh."

I close my eyes and listen to the clock tick. The whole class had to stay behind another hour because of some idiot.

Most of the class is asleep or passing notes between each other when Mr Sehun isn't looking.

My Mother will be home when I get back, too bad I have less time with her because of some jerk.

She's been so tired and drained lately, I hope she's been eating and resting properly. I've been too wrapped in my own problems I never asked if she was okay or if she wanted me to make her a cup of tea.

"Okay class, you may go home-"

Everyone runs out of the classroom, including me.

I run all the way home, I drop my keys multiple times before I can finally get inside.

"Mother?" I shout into the house expecting her to run to me.

Silence.

I close the door and take off my shoes and bag.

Where is she?

"Where are you?" I shout but get no reply.

She said she'd be here to greet me.

Did she forget?

I walk into the front room into the kitchen and into the garden; she isn't in any of them.

I run up the stairs and burst into every room expecting her to be asleep somewhere or just planning to scare me.

Opening the bedroom door, I know she's not there. You would be able to smell her perfume, I go into the room anyway.

She really isn't here.

Did she forget? Or is working late? Didn't she say she was finishing early?

I sigh and fall onto her bed and look at the white ceiling.

I look to my right to see my reflection in the mirror on the desk. I smile a little at myself.

Sitting up I feel my heartbeat grow faster.

Her car keys, they're on the desk. She must have got home from work but, then where is she?

She wouldn't have gone anywhere knowing that she wouldn't be able to greet me when I get home, or did she get tired of waiting and went back to work?

'My name-'

"Mother?" I ask.

"Sorry, are you the daughter of the owners phone?" A non-familiar female voice asks.

"Yes? Did she lose her phone or something?" I ask, she's always losing things.

"No, your Mother is in the hospital after a car crash-"

I don't try and catch my phone as it falls from my hands and onto the floor.