i open up the metal chamber better known as my locker and pull out my history book. yes, it's that time of the day again when i have learn about dead people. i shove my notebook in my bag and pull out the sticky note from my locker. today it's purple.

"soo yeong ah~!" i turn to see jimin and jungkook approaching me.

"where were you during lunch?" jungkook asks while pouting. "i missed seokjin hyungs food."

i smile lightly, "taehyung and i had lunch with lu near the entrance of the hallway."

"lu?" they both ask in unison, "whose that?

"the little kitty," i laugh at their cute behaviour and look at the sticky note.

"oh man, don't tell me you named it lu because it's short for luhan..." jungkook mumbles.

"you know me so well!" i shoot him a toothy grin and jimin takes the sticky note from my hand and scans it.

"your little smile somehow hurts me. how can i be closer uh uh?" jimin looks at me, "you're killing this boy just by smiling." he laughs.

"just read out the rest." i pout and jungkook takes the note from jimin and recites it, "why can't i find the answer to this love? how am i gonna find it? how? oh, let me know."

the three of us look at each other but i'm more appalled than jungkook and jimin combined. i'm shooketh. whoever this boy is is speaking about love and i don't even have a clue who it is. this scares me.

"this boy's head over heels for you, soo yeong ah~." jimin smirks and nudges jungkook whose smiling his bunny smile.

"i don't even know who it is jimin ah~, what if it's some creepy boy that's just messing with me?" i frown, turning to my locker, looking for my journal.

"you think a guy is going to waste his time on poetry for a girl he doesn't like?" jimins says as a matter of factly.

"jimin's right, soo yeong ah~" jungkook adds.

"but what if i don't like th- hohhh.." my eyes widen and i dig deeper into my locker. "my journal! it's not here!"

jimin and jungkook both poke their heads on either side of me and look into my locker, "maybe it's in your bag?" jungkook suggests and rummages through my bag. it's his specialty. "nope, nothings here."

"recall your last steps with it," jimin searches my locker again.

i ponder, "uh...i came to school...i was a bit early so i came here to get it then... i went-" i suddenly remember. "the library!" i yell taking the sticky note from jimin and sprinting in the direction of the library.

• • •

i enter the poetry isle in a flash and quickly search the floors but all i see is the blue carpet. i get on my knees and look under the shelves but i see nothing. i get up and search the shelves and still there's nothing. i swear i'm holding back tears right now.

"the librarian, maybe she's seen it." i tell myself and quickly head to the reception, "excuse me mrs?" the women looks up, "is there a lost and found box?" the women nods and pulls out the box from under her desk.

i rummage through it seeing all sorts of things but my journal isn't one of them. i bite my lips in saddeness and frustration. how can i be so irresponsible, "i'm sorry but by any chance did you find a black journal with sticky notes in it?" the women shakes her head, "okay..." i frown, "but if you do find it please let me know." i write down my phone number and hand it to her.

"i will," she smiles. "oh and here." she hands me a flyer.

"thank you," i take the flyer and walk toward the exit. i look at the flyer and it's about some spring festival that's going to happen some time from now. i squash the flyer and shove it into my pocket, "i can't go this year and i'll probably have chores anyway."

• • •

i'm late to history class and the teacher plus everyone else stares at me like i just got back from murdering someone. well, i could murder whoever took my journal though. i click my tongue at the thought of me being irresponsible.

"min soo yeong? you're late for the first time." i stare at her blankly. "just take seat," she dismisses my unpunctual behaviour and i'm thankful because i'm in no mood to speak.

i take my usual seat and stare at the orange head in front of me and suddenly the person next to him turns around and my eyes flicker to him. it's jungkook.

"did you find it?" he asks with enthusiasm and i shake my head. he frowns and i notice jimin staring at me, "what i miss?" i ask, flipping through my notebook.

"luhan just showed up, sang to the class and left." jimin casually says and jungkook chuckles.

"i'm gonna kick you jiminie pabo~" i bite back a smile. "he's in shanghai, now turn front before we all get into trouble." they smile and comply with my request.

for the rest of the lesson i play back scenarios of where my journal could be. it could be with someone that would straight out laugh when they see what's written in there or it could be with someone that appreciates poetry. i sigh bringing myself back to reality but i feel my cheeks burn scarlet when i realise i've been unconsciously staring right at taehyung.

i quickly look down at my notebook. how mortifying. i try to convince myself that he probably didn't see me staring because he's too busy running his hands through his soft looking scarlet colored hair. i'm giving myself a mini heart attack right now.

'stop thinking about him.' i threaten myself.

but suddenly something sharp pricks my head and i see a paper plane fall on my desk. i look around the class and taehyung raises his eyebrows indicating for me to look at the paper plane. i pick up the paper and unfold it and within the white canvas are etched words of concern.

'why do you look sad, confused and annoyed all at once ?'

i look up at taehyung and shake my head as a sign to not worry about me. he gives me a half smile and continues with his work and i do the same.

• • •

i find an empty classroom and decide to prepare for a chemistry experiment that i'll be doing with a partner, of whom i don't know the identity of yet. it's a free period so i should make the most of it especially since i don't want to look like a total pabo in front of whoever it is.

i take out my notebooks and read through the cautionary warnings of the experiment and i jot down little notes. i repeatedly click on my clutch pencil and push the lead back in as i skim through the method.

"oxalic acid and NaOH..." i mumble. "titration... neutralisation... interesting..." i continue my  self-mumbling but i suddenly notice a bob of scarlet hair settle onto my desk. i sigh internally and continue with my revising, ignoring the person infront of me.

taehyung has pulled back a chair and is now resting his head on his hands, staring right at me with no shame what so ever. so, in an attempt to avoid causing my heart from having some major arrhythmia's i gently place my textbook over his face— basically using it as a book stand.

surprisingly, he doesn't move it. instead, he just sits there and i quietly continue with my work.

"what's wrong with you today?" he suddenly asks, his voice devoid of happiness. "did something happen?" the textbook moves slightly as he speaks but he still stays fully emerged under it.

i close my eyes, "i'm preparing for an upcoming chemistry experiment." i say dryly, not answering his question.

"titration," he says and slowly emerges from under the textbook while gently placing it onto the desk, "but it's next week and it's easy." he smiles, cheerily.

i look at him with raised eyebrows but continue reading my notes shortly after, "i know, i just don't want to mess up."

"soo yeong ah~..." my ears perk at the honorific he's used. we've never used honorifics with each other before. i'm startled does he consider us close friends. i mentally shake my head trying not to pay attention to it, "why you sad?"

"i don't know taehyung..." i sigh exasperatedly, "maybe it's because i lost something precious to me so obviously i wouldn't be happy." i huff and my eyes flicker over his eyes own. i take notice of both his eyelids. one's monolid and the other isn't. i narrow my eyes and look down at my notebook to think for a second.

"did you lose something?" his voice sounds innocent and it breaks me away from my thoughts. i give him a nod and watch him rummage through his bag. i ponder his actions. what could he possibly be looking for, "is this it?" he finally pulls something out of his bag.

my lips suddenly part and i stare at the object in his grasp in shock. i feel my mechanical pencil slowly slip from between my fingers as my mouth tries to formulate coherent words, "is— is that... my..."

a/n: "we have nothing official to say, we will only focus on the comeback."

i just came online to update this because i promised i would every friday. i'll see you guys next week!

stay safe and hydrated!

~author-nim💜