I woke up rather stiff and I look at the alarm clock, it's still early. Six thirty in the morning. I slept for sixteen hours straight. I get off the bed and look in the mirror.

Awwww, I look like a zombie. I look at my puffy red eyes. "I don't think I can put on contact lenses today, but I have to." I don't want my eyes to be seen. I go into the bath and put on only the colored ones to hide them. I change and take my glasses.

I hear noises coming from my parents and Yoon-Suh's room. After I took my backpack I go out of the house. I don't want them to feast on me.

I dwell on the street to school taking a long way and walking slowly to lose some time, but still get there early. The gate is already open I sigh and enter the building.

On my way to the class, I stumble upon Jimin who's making out with a girl. When they separate, I can see more clearly the girl. But it's not a simple girl. Is Miss Na, our history teacher. Not my business I continue to walk to the class. Once inside I sit on my place and rest my head on the desk.

"Nanah, uhmmm" Jimin calls me apparently, he saw me.

"I don't care what you do," I tell him before he can speak.

"But..." he continues.

"Listen, do I look like I'm interested in your life?"

"No...but, please keep it a secret."

"Do your friends know?"

"Yes, but they're my friend I know they won't talk."

"Jimin really, I don't care. I have my own problems to deal with. I don't have the time for yours. But I'll give you some advice?!" he nods. "I think you two should find a better place to make out. School is not a great idea."

"Thank you." He said and went out of the class.

I put my head back on the desk, and actually fall asleep until someone pushes away a strand of hair out of my face and dabs my eyes, I slowly open my eyes to a very worried Taehyung.

"Yoonah, are you alright?" he says in a worried sweet deep voice.

"Hey, I told you to stay away from her, didn't I?" Yoongi speaks from behind him.

"How can I stay away while she crying? I'm worried."

"You don't need to. I'm her cousin. I take care of her." He says taking my hand and making me stand up to follow him.

While Yoongi drags me out, I look back at Tae miming a 'thank you' he gives me a little sad smile before I get out of the class.

Yoongi takes me to the rooftop. "Why weren't you at home?"

"I got out early. I wanted to avoid mom questions and Yoon-Suh making fun of me." He looks at me like he wanted to say something. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Speak Yoongi, what's wrong?"

He scratches the back of his head "I told my mom I won't go home until she says sorry."

I look at him wide-eyed. "What? Are you kidding me? And where are you planning to stay until then?"

"Hyung house."

I look at him and sigh. I don't like when he fights with his mom for my sake. "Go back home Yoongi," I tell him massaging my temples. "Aunty will surely fault me for that. Don't I'm hated enough already?"

"But..."

"No buts. Yoongi, go home, today." I tell leaving the rooftop.

I go back to the classroom and sit back at my desk. No one's here yet and Tae is not in. I lean my head back on the desk and close my eyes. Wishing to wake up and be home.

"Yoonah?" What's the problem lately? I'm splashed in honey that no one leaves me alone just for five fucking seconds?

"Yes, Tae?" I tell him trying to sound calm.

"Here take this," he says passing me his wet handkerchief. "For the eyes."

"Thanks," I tell taking the tissue and putting it on my eyes.

"Yoonah, hmm." I sense he wants to ask me something but he doesn't talk. I don't remember him being so shy.

"Tae what's up?"

"Uhmmm, why you were crying?" Not your business. "I know is not my business but," he says crunching. What the hell, he is reading my mind? "I hope is not our fault?" he finishes making these big doe eyes.

"You really, really don't remember us?"

Where does he want to get? "No Tae I don't remember you."

"Then, I'm happy." He says with a big smile.

"What, why?" Man, do you have multiple personalities, or what?

He looks embarrassed at me, takes a deep breath, and starts again. "Because we weren't really nice to you back then. And I'm sorry, but I'm happy because since you don't remember I could be a better man."

I'm at a loss for words. I was about to answer when Miss Na calls me. Really? Is again the time of the 'please don't tell anyone'? I follow her giving back the tissue to Tae.

"What do you want?" She asks me out of the blue.

"Sorry?"

"What do you want to stay silent."

I take a deep breath before speaking. "Like I said to him, I don't care what he does and with whom. All I want is to finish this year and go back to Canada. That's all. Miss, I like your lesson really and I don't want to sound rude or flippant, but you should choose a better place than the school to...meet."

At that moment the bells ring for the start of the lessons and I go back to the class.

The morning was rather dull and infinite. I couldn't really concentrate on the lessons, and the eyes of the trio fixed on me didn't help at all.

At lunch like yesterday I and Yoongi sat together and the trio came along sitting like the day before, but today there was a new member in the company.

"Can I sit here?" Lisa asked.

"Why?" Yoongi asked her rather moodily, thanks to the three, less than welcome, the host. "Aren't you always sitting with the goose?"

"Goose?" I asked tilting my head.

"Your sister's friends," he tells me.

"I was expecting an excuse to get away from them, they can be rather toxic."

"Sure, that you can. Yoongi don't be an ass."

In the evening we have PE, so when we go back to class we go change. We will do PE with Yoon-Suh's class, looking at the courtyard I notice the amount of dust floating around. I hope to be ok. Back in Canada, I didn't have a big problem because, in summer or winter, we always had to be in the gym.

Fifteen minutes into the lesson and I was already wheezing. Two seconds later I was losing my senses. All I see is Yoongi running toward me.

**********

PE, I hate PE, but at least I can make sure the three idiots will stay away from Yoonah since our class is supposed to have it together. One Hour is long but two are eternal.

I run beside Han who's talking non-stop. How can he run and talk at the same time? I'm already tired when my eyes catch Yoonah wheezing, she didn't have to do it. What a pushover, I smile but my smile fades away the moment I see her losing consciousness. Like a flash all that happened to her come back. "Yoonah!!" I yell and start to run towards her.

Before she hits the ground, someone stops her fall. I look up to see who.

Jungkook, why does he have that look, worried? He doesn't have the right to be. I look around to search for Lisa but she is spooked and I see Tae panicking. Jimin is the one who seems less affected.

"Jimin," I call him "go in the class and take me the red pouch in Yoonah's backpack, run."

"What's wrong with her?" Jungkook asks clueless.

I really want to punch him. "She has a dust allergy. Thanks to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, don't try to fuck with me."

"Yoongi-ah I really..." he started but I was too furious and punched him.

He lost the grip on Yoonah but I took her up and started walking towards the school infirmary, when we were almost there Jimin arrived with the pouch. I took out her drugs and injected them into her tights. A few moments later Mr. Park our PE teacher came in with Jungkook who was taking his head high because of the nosebleed.

"Min Yoongi" he called me. "Are you mad? Why did you punch your Schoolmate?"

"He deserved it; she wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for him." I snapped at him.

"Yoongi, I don't know what are you talking about." He says. He seems confused by my word but I don't believe it I'm sure is just an act.

I see Mr. Park looking at Yoonah. "They told me she was faking it. That it was just a small allergy." He told to himself. My anger is piling up. Does this idiot ever read the clinic reports of the students?

Yoongi, remember, he is a teacher you can't punch him. Even if is what he deserves. "She isn't faking it, who is the idiot that sprouts those nonsenses, and is not just a small dust allergy it's a 'severe dust allergy' It means that she can die" Again.

"Yoongi?" The feeble voice of Yoonah interrupts us.

I make signs to the idiot trio to shut up. I'll talk to them later.

***********

"Kook," Jimin calls me apart while we change.

"What?" I ask him, when he does that voice my skin crawls.

"Uhmm, I got caught this morning."

"What?!" I tell him a little louder and some heads turn to us. "I told you school is not the place. Who?" I ask shaking my head, hoping is someone easy to treat. I don't like to resort to that but he is one of my best friends. Even if I'm not ok with this thing he is in.

"Nanah." Great. The last person on earth I should treat. "But she said she doesn't care," Jimin says interrupting my thoughts.

"What do you mean she doesn't care."

He shrugs "She told me that she has already enough with her problems and doesn't care about what I do."

He seems to believe her words, but just to be sure I'll talk to her at PE.

Like always we start with the run I keep myself near the guys just a little behind Yoonah and Lisa. I see her struggling. A chuckle escapes from me. I didn't know that she had that little stamina. I run up towards her when I see her losing her senses What the hell! I run faster and before she touches the ground, I stop her fall. "Yoonah!" I hear Yoongi worried sick voice.

He starts to look around then he calls out for Jimin. After he instructed him, I ask. "What's wrong with her?"

Yoongi looks at me with anger. "She has a dust allergy." He tells me that he adds something I would never expect, "Thanks to you."

Thanks to me? What did I ever do to her? "What are you talking about?"

"You know, don't try to fuck with me."

"Yoongi-ah I really..." I don't have the time to finish my sentence and he punches me.

"Kookie, Kookie," Tae is on me with a tissue "Are you alright?"

"What the hell is his problem?" I tell putting the tissue on my bleeding nose. He sure punches hard.

"Jungkook, are you ok?" The teacher asks me. "Come I'll take you to the infirmary." Helping me on my feet with Tae trailing after us. Before leaving the field, I heard someone giggling. I look behind me but I can't figure out who it is.

Once inside the infirmary I see Yoonah already put on the bed, she seems breathing normally. I assist at a strange scene, one I never saw before, Tae's face going pale as he sees her. I think he really took a liking to her.

"Min Yoongi" the teacher calls him. "Are you mad? Why did you punch your schoolmate?"

What he says next really leaves me confused as fuck.

"He deserved it; she wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for him." What the hell did I ever do to deserve a punch from him?

"Yoongi, I don't know what are you talking about." I try to recall something I could have done but nothing comes to mind. Surely, we made jokes about her, when we were little, but nothing that resorted to physical. No, not really there was the time when I pulled her hair. But that was all.

Yoongi is talking to the teacher but I am still thinking hard until he says a terrifying thing "...dust allergy' it means that she could die." I look at him like the others in the room. Suddenly we hear a rustling and Yoonah's eyes flick open.

***********

I hear voices but I can't understand what they're saying. The last thing I remember is Yoongi running toward me.

"Yoongi?" I call him. "What happened?" I say taking my head in my hands, it hurts. This happens only when I take antihistamines. "I passed out?"

Yoongi nods followed by Tae and Jimin while Jungkook has his head up high. I look at Yoongi, but he only shrugged.

Tae looks at me and cautiously gets near the bed crouching down. "Are you alright? You scared me." He says in tiny.

"Yes, Tae I'm alright," I tell him sitting on the bed.

For the rest of the lesson, I look at the other with a face mask to protect myself from the dust. Annoying.

The last lesson of the day is art. In art history, I'm great for the practice side I suck. I can't take a pencil in my hand even paying.

I take place in front of one of the tripods. The teacher Mr. Lim, a man in his fifties, was preparing a composition on a stool. Like always I was circled by the idiot trio like Yoongi called them. "OK, now you can start. At the end of the lesson, we should try to evaluate some of the drawings." He tells starting to walk through the class observing the canvas. I sigh and start to move the pencil when I heard a chuckle

I look at the direction of the sound and I see Jungkook look at my complete inability with laughing eyes. Curious I look at his work and another sigh escapes my mouth. Damn, he can draw. I look also at Tae and Jimin and a depressed sigh escapes from me. Why I'm even between these guys? Resigned I put down the stick and left the page half done. I refuse to be made fun of.