LISA POV:

Panic settled in our beings as we heard the doorknob click open like butter.

"Shit," Both Namjoon and I voiced our terror.

"Let's hide in the closet!" Namjoon ran to the wardrobe full of primed and straightened suits.

"We can't both hide in there, you're too big!" I whispered pushing him onto the couch.

"I'm too big?" Namjoon smirked. I rolled my eyes at his sudden confidence.

"Okay big boy, stay confident and act like you were waiting for him." I hush before closing myself into the closet.

"WAIT WHAT??!!" He whisper yelled looking to me in horror. I shut the closet door enough to stay hidden from view.

The large door slowly opened and in stepped Mr. Kim himself. He froze seeing Namjoon on the couch, but immediately composed himself before walking in and sitting down on the very office chair I sat on.

"Namjoon, what a surprise to see you. I see you've made yourself comfortable." The administrator clicked his pen open and closed. I begged the God's above that Namjoon would take my advise and act like he meant business. He could get out of this alive, if he lied his way out of it.

I watched desolate as Namjoon hugged the couch with his arm and placed his ankle on his own knee. "Yes, this is a beautiful office you've got here." I almost jumped up for joy. He was following the script of a confident man. Mr. Kim seemed to eye him down, a cold breeze filling the air like frozen ice. I shivered just watching it all play out from the crack in my safe haven of a cabinet.

"Actually, I'm quite glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you." Namjoon's head spun around confused.

"To me? I am honored, but for what reason?" He picked up some nuts on the table and chewed away his anxiety.

"You know very well that I plan to make Taehyung the administrator heir to this school company. And I want him to be completely focused on his tasks at hand to make that happen." Namjoon nodded in response, almost agreeing with him.

"So what do you want from me?" The confident man pushed his intelligent glasses back to its home on the bridge of his nose.

Mr. Kim walked over to Namjoon, to where he stood up from the couch in respect to the elder. "I want you to keep a close eye on Taehyung, and report back to me once a week," Straightening his tie, he held out his hand, "So, what do you say? Deal?"

The grown man stood there, seemingly deep in thought as he looked at the extended hand in front of him, "What's in it for me?" Namjoon pondered out loud.

"Ahh, a knowledgable negotiator I see, well I know your father would be proud to see you ascend to his position one day on the leadership committee, but what if you could go higher than that?" I watched Namjoon's eyes sparkle hearing those words.

"So, If I become your source, you will promise that I will inherit a spot on the leadership committee." He chose his words carefully.

"Absolutely, right next to Taehyung." He affirmed, holding out his hand once again. Namjoon seemed to think some more before a smile appeared on his face, "Deal."

"A pleasure doing business with you, Namjoon. Now I have a meeting to attend in five so please, see yourself out." Fixing his navy blue cardigan, Namjoon walked over to the large door, and grasped it open.

"Oh and one more thing," The administrator called out, "Next time you want to stop by my office, do knock."

And with that Namjoon was gone. Minutes later Mr. Kim left the office before I dubbed the room safe before coming out. Taking some peanuts for myself and stuffing the newspaper we were fighting for in my bra, I too exited the premises and wondered, should I warn Taehyung?

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Y/N POV:

I took the test. Practically using all of my brain cells not to look at Taehyung as he smoothly answered all the questions with ease. When has he even been able to study for this test with Jung-min around?

I knew I was about to submit a test for one of the lowest grades I had ever received. And I was not proud of that. And I had to admit, Jung-min wasn't my only distraction. Looking again to Taehyung I watched a few strands of hair fall out of place as he focused deeply.

He smiled.

I felt a pain in my chest and a nudge in my ankle as he silently reminded me that I couldn't stare him down during a test.

I focused my brain back to my paper.

Which research project best represents a macrosociological approach to studying the social support networks?

I practically banged my head on the table. Remind me, why did I decide to become a doctor again?

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We left the classroom with an ample silence hanging in the air. Even though it was noisy with people brushing past us, both excited or depressed about their coming test scores, we walked side by side reserved and hushed. At this point in time, what was I supposed to say to him?

Less than two hours ago, the boy FINGERED ME.

I never, even in my wildest dreams, ever, thought things would become like they were now. What was I supposed to say to him? Oh hey, by the way, thanks for fingering me earlier.

I stared at my stomach who grumbled louder than Jungkook without banana milk. Flattening my baby blue skirt, I wondered how those three were handling that bunny loving toddler.

"Hey Y/N, thanks for earlier," Taehyung spoke up. What was he saying thanks for? It's not like I sucked his-

"It really made my day special knowing you opened up a door to me." He smiled sweetly at me, then growling at some passing boys before smiling sugary sweet again.

"Your day? Wait wha-" We stopped in front of our dorm room with blank faces. From within the place I used to call home, a party bashed on with obnoxious music and colorful lights dancing to the beat. I flushed white becoming weak in the knees. A party? I've never been to a party.

The door opened and a stumbling smiling Jimin walked out. He wore a sheer shirt that put his nevermind tattoo on full display and glitter decorated his hair like a child's art project. I could smell booze on him and see numerous girly lipstick stains smearing his neck. "oh MY God. It's YOU gUys! COme in come IN!" Grabbing both of our hands he pulled us inside the whirlwind of noise and trouble.

"HEY GUYS! THE BIRTHDAY BOY IS HERE!"

In response, the entire charade lifted their glasses and cans to him before dancing on to the beat. In one of the corners of the living room sat a station full of speakers and flinging lights where Hoseok and Yoongi bopped to the beat. The handsome and sweat covered DJs threw water out onto the crowd from plastic water bottles while holding bedazzled microphones.

"C'MON PARTY PEOPLEEEEEEEE," Hoseok engaged the crowd in a dance battle while sporting a blue and purple jacket that sparkled with every stunning move he made. Yoongi, wore all black, but dipped his hair into a bucket of hot pink glow in the dark paint before styling it fluffy.

I couldn't manage to find the rest of the gang, but I knew one thing for sure. I wanted out.

TAEHYUNG POV:

This isn't good. This isn't good. This isn't good. I would usually enjoy parties like this 100% but I'm sure Y/N isn't up for this amount of stress in one day.

Looking to her, I saw a puppy desperately looking around the room for a way out. No matter what, I knew I needed to put her needs first before mine. Those were the ground rules. Grabbing for her hand, I pulled her closer to me and motioned towards the living room balcony. I needed to get her away from this crowd before she broke down and booked a one way flight to California.

"HEY BIRTHDAY BOYYYY, LET'S GET YA TO DRINK!!" My fears confirmed each other. I felt the crowd pull our hands away no matter how hard we tried to stick together. The look in her eyes almost killed me the second before our hands actually parted.

"Don't leave me," was what they said before I lost sight of her amongst the demanding crowd. Jin walked up to me with a tray of seven shots as the crowd loudly urged for me to take them. I took them one by one, attempting to spot her in the crowd as I did so. Finishing the last one, I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head from the amount of alcohol I had just chugged in the last minute. I wasn't tipsy, but definitely light on my feet. The wild crowd screamed and punched the air while I attempted to get to higher ground and get a better view.

"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" They cheered. I mentally groaned as a girl in booty shorts and a bra-less crop top held out a tray of seven more shots. I wasn't in the mood to drink today.

I took a shot.

Looking around I saw Mr. Park Jimin holding up champagne as he swayed his body against a stranger.

I took a shot.

Searching the sea of humans and booze, I realized that I haven't seen Jungkook anywhere.

I took a shot.

A sudden pain of guilt shot through my system once I remembered the toddler I was supposed to be babysitting. What was her name?

I took a shot.

Breathing heavy, I narrowed my eyes against the blinding lights and attempted to find my target. What was her name again?

I took a shot.

The crowd encouraged me, making me giggle and smile anxiously. I looked to Yoongi who looked about ready for a nap.

I took a shot.

Somewhere near the bathroom, I could see Namjoon bringing Lisa closer by the waist as they recklessly made out against the wall. Next to me stood Jin, with his mouth hanging open as he watched Lisa push him into the bathroom with a smirk. Damn, Namjoon is getting laid on my birthday.

I took a shot.

Everything in the room turned into into a tornado of noise and lights. I couldn't even tell the difference between a woman and a chair. Unfortunate. But at least the crowd would finally get off my back. Y/N I needed to find Y/N. I knew there was one person I could count on to find her. Someone who wasn't already wasted. Jin.

Stumbling through the crowd, sweat dripping off my being, I could feel a growing twirl of nausea in the pit of my stomach. Why oh why don't those crackheads ever ask me before planning things like this. An electrifying pain shot through my toe as I stubbed myself on the couch. I couldn't hold myself still as the pain overtook my body and I fell to the floor. Hitting my head against the sticky wooden table, I blinked my eyes open.

Not far from where I lay, I saw a peculiar girl. She had an innocent blue skirt on. Her legs were the familiar proportion of a small, thin girl I knew. The name didn't pop up in my head. I could tell she didn't belong to the party scene and wild insecurities were practically waving off of her like a strong aura.

She stood there, head hung low. Eyes concealed. Fingers fidgety. And something sparkly dripping from her eyes. She was crying?

It wasn't my head that hurt, or my toe that pulsed with pain. It was my heart that suddenly ached as I watched her from my pathetic spot on the floor.

A man approached her. Cunning and smooth. Inviting her into the closet. A drive like never before turned the gears in my muscles. I needed to get to her. I needed to help her. I needed to keep that man away. But the harder I struggled to get up, the darker my vision became.

What's this? Am I passing out? Already?

Slowly, the darkness overcame my eyesight. Winning a match I didn't know how to fight. I watched desolate as the last scene I take in is of my innocent girl walk into the closet.

Congratulations darkness, victory is yours.

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