|| Mature Topics: Strong Language, Bullying ||

- 1:10pm | 16 Hours 50 Minutes Left Until The ANDGs Begin -

| Koloku, Kakatae Island |

 
  I stroll down the wooden hallway, the old, wood planks creaking underneath my small feet. Did I mention that the wealthy people who live on this island pay thirty-five thousand dollars a year to come and learn shit in this health hazard of a college? Actually, it isn't even an actual college. The owner just bought a giant abandoned building and fixed it up just enough to where people won't fall through the floor.

  He then threw some shitty "college" furniture in here, called it that, and started taking people's money. They call it a college, but with the lockers, stools, tables, and desks they tossed in here it's more like a high school than what it is a college. I finally reach my locker, the red paint flaking off due to age and showing the rusted metal beneath it. I take my necklace that has a small silver key attached to it off from around my neck. I grab the lock that's keeping almost everyone from gaining access to my locker and I stick the key in the slot.

  'I hope they didn't break into my locker again.'

  Let's just say the bullies have the same lock as me which means the keys are the same. Sometimes they break into my locker and put pies in there to launch at me or fill it with hate notes. I turn the key until it clicks and unlocks. Once it's unlocked I take the key out and put my necklace back on, the key resting against my chest once more. I unhook the lock from the two pieces of metal that it's hooked around and I open my locker. The first thing I'm greeted with is a pie to the face. What doesn't stick to my face drops to the floor and I sigh as everyone around me howls in laughter. I wipe off a handful of whipped cream from my face.

  'Whoever broke into my locker again and did this is dead to me!' I internally mumble, dropping the lock to the ground.

  I hear multiple familiar high pitched laughs to my left and I gaze in that direction. Standing there is Shelby, Linda, and Yoongi's younger sister Seo-Young. Their phones continuously flash, meaning that they're taking pictures of me. Without any words of anger leaving my mouth, I turn towards my locker. I toss my bag in there and slam the locker door shut. After, I face the trio of still laughing girls, and I throw the giant handful of whipped cream at them.

  The whipped cream lands on the trio, splattering all over their matching pink dresses, and they scream bloody murder. I smirk, turn on my heels and head down the hallway towards the women's restroom, not bothering to re-lock my locker. Everyone I pass either stares at me, laughs, makes snide comments, or does all three, but I ignore them. I hear rapid footsteps approach from behind me and my head snaps in that direction to make sure that Taehyung isn't coming to kick my ass again. When I see the familiar black haired, brown eyed male I loudly groan and gaze ahead.

  "Hey, did they break into your locker again?"  The nerd of the college asks as he catches up to me and walks alongside me.

  "What does it look like to you?!"  I retort, showing him my face.
 
  "Yeah, it does."  He mumbles.

  He adjusts the black framed glasses that are perched on his nose. He then pulls down the hem of his long sleeve green shirt with dinosaurs printed on it, the shirt that's now covering part of his black pants.

  "So how–

  "Leave me the fuck alone, Namjoon!"  I cut him off mid-sentence and fasten my pace.

  "No, I won't. Let me help you wash the whipped cream off of your face."  He offers as his fingers wrap around my wrist and he starts to drag me towards the restrooms, his old white tennis shoes slightly dragging across the floor.

  "Namjoon, I can do it myself! I don't need your help!"  I protest, annoyed for what feels like the hundredth time in the past fifteen minutes.

  "No, let me help you."  He insists.

  By the way, the nerd here that's trying to help me has the biggest crush on me. He's an open book so it's easy to tell. Also, for the fact that he follows me almost everywhere like a lost puppy trying to talk to me about everything his mind can think of. I yank my wrist out of his grasp and glare at him as he turns towards me.

  "What part of I don't need your help do you not understand?!"  I yell at him.

  The few students remaining in the hallway stop and stare at us, but I pay no mind to them. Namjoon's eyes dart around, his cheeks turning red from anxiousness and his chocolate brown eyes flicker back to me.

  "Please stop shouting, everyone's staring. I just want to help you because–

  "You have the biggest crush on me."  I cut him off once again.

  "Wa-Wait, h-huh?"  He stammers, his eyes widening and his cheeks turn a darker shade of red.

  "I know you have a crush on me."  I admit, now becoming uninterested in continuing this conversation with him.

  "How?"  He quietly questions.

  "I can read you like an open book."  I confess.

  I begin walking away from him so I can go to the women's restroom and wash the remaining whipped cream off of my face.

  "Wait! So since you know, do you perhaps want to go get some coffee with me after you clean your face?"  He inquires.

  I halt in my tracks, sighing and I face him.

  "No."  I answer.

  "I'll pay for your coffee if you do!"  He quickly offers before I can walk off again.

  "No, I'm good."  I turn his offer down.

  "Why?! Why can't you just open up for once and give me a chance?!"  He half shouts, now aggravated.

  "Giving you a chance would be like giving Jimin another chance! Now leave me the fuck alone and never talk to me again! I don't like you and I never will!"  I hiss before I storm into the women's bathroom.

  I head straight to one of the three white sinks and grip both sides of it. I stare at myself in the small mirror that's attached to the brown wall above each sink and my mind slowly drifts off to what just happened. I know what I said was harsh, but it was the only thing I could say to get him to leave me alone. He deserves someone better than me anyways. Someone who doesn't have serious trust issues, plus countless other problems. Jimin enters my thoughts afterward, but I push him to the side and try to think about something else.

  My mind then wanders to the Annual Natural Disaster Games or as everyone calls it the ANDGs that will be happening very soon, and I turn the sink on. I think of which section could hold which disaster and I start to wash the remaining whipped cream off of my face. The cold water nips at my warm skin, causing it to become cold and turn light red from the coldness. As I go back to thinking, Jungkook, my baby brother enters my thoughts. It isn't long until the flashbacks of how we got split up during the ANDGs four years ago come back to me.