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[ bulletproof boys? ]

❝—jimin.❞

  "jin-hyung, are you cooking breakfast today?"

  it was about five am in the morning right now. i usually wake up later, but i woke up really hungry—i even woke up jin hyung so he could cook breakfast for everyone early.

  "yah!—i'm not a servant jimin. i have a life you know." jin hyung said as he ruffled his bed hair.

  i smiled at his efforts of still waking up and turning on the stove to cook something for us—even if we do little in return for him.

  "thank you, hyung!" i teased him as he grumbled and took out a hole carton of eggs.

  "yah, jiminie—go wake up the others. we have about two hours to get ready." jin hyung instructed me as i saluted and giggled my way to the others' rooms.

i first knocked on the first bedroom; the hyungs' room. no one answered, so i opened the door and heard the loud snores of yoongi, namjoon, and hoseok hyungs'—they were all sprawled across their single beds. i chuckled at the sight and tip toed to them.

from seokjin hyung's bed, i started bouncing on his bed making this squeaky spring sound and jumped my way to yoongi hyung's bed. at first he was a bit startled from the movement coming from his bed, but snarled when he saw me bouncing.

"hyung, get up! fighting!" i tried encouraging him, but he just waved me off and told me to stop bouncing on his bed. i tried to come up with another solution.

i jumped off his bed and walked out of their room to go to my room; the maknaes' bedroom. i swinged the bedroom door open to see taehyung hugging his stuffed lion on the top bunk bed, and jungkook asleep with earbuds on at the bottom bunk bed. i both insisted on just sleeping on the floor they, however, felt bad and so we decided to switch beds every day.

  i climbed the bunk bed to get to taehyung—he was who i needed to wake up before waking up the others. i snatched his stuffed lion away from him as i hear him whine for it back.

  "yah, taehyungie, help me wake everyone up." i shook his side as he opened one of his eye lids. "i'll treat you ice cream after school." i bribed him.

  that surely woke him up as he launched out of bed and ran to go to his closet to get his magic hula hoop, and ran to the hyung's room. i waited and heard shrieks from their room meaning their awaking has been successful, i decided to wake up jungkook.

  these days, this boy seemed like he was on his stormy period—puberty it seems, has arrived and visited the maknae.

  "jeon jungkook!" i yelled, but no response—not even a single twitch.

  i look at the boy and realized he still has his earbuds on, so i took it off and tried again.

  "jeon jungkook!" this time he groaned and took a pillow beside him to throw at me, i managed to doge it.

  "i'll bribe jin hyung to make lamb stewers on the weekend." jungkook opened his eyes suddenly, which startled me, and began getting ready like nothing happened.

  'okay..?'

  i too began getting ready and took a quick shower and dressed into my school uniform, as everyone else were either getting dressed or eating already. i stepped out of the bathroom to rush to the table where the others were eating a simple breakfast; eggs and rice.

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  jin hyung drove us to our high school after we ate, everyone felt like throwing up during the ride. hyung had just received his driver's license after three tries. he made a complete stop when parking making me almost jump out of my seat.

  "we're here!" jin hyung smiled, quite proud about his parking. when we went out of the car, it was slightly parked slanted, but i didn't say anything for hyung's pride.

  we walked to the large tan-brick building with a sign in front of it saying; school of performing arts seoul — established 1966, and entered through the doors on the side—we found out less people gather around there.

  we all gathered around jungkook's locker every morning, since his was on the first floor and it was the closest one where we didn't catch as much attention. sometimes, having a pretty face like this hurts.

  'i should really stop hanging out with seokjin hyung.'

  hoseok hyung started the conversation about future clubs he wanted to join, "i really want to join the dance club..—maybe even the drama club."

  "hyung and his action moves." jungkook shook his head as he took out his textbooks and shoved them in his backpack.

  "well what about you, jungkookie? what are you thinking of joining?" i crossed my arms as i laid one shoulder on the lockers and smiled.

he closes his locked door and ponders on the question, "mmm..-i'm thinking of joining a lot. i want to join; the karate club, art club, and maybe the manga club."

"we have a manga club?" i've never heard we even had a club like that in this school. jungkook nodded.

"i'll join it with you!" i announced as taehyung then moved on.

"what about you yoongi hyung?" taehyung asked.

we all had different preferences when it came to clubs. it went something like this;

hoseok hyung wanted to join the drama club along as being in the dance club.

jungkook wanted to join the karate club, art club, and manga club.

yoongi hyung wanted to join the photography club and basketball team.

jin hyung wanted to be in the prom committee—he was whining about how ugly they made the seniors' prom last year was and wanted his to be perfect, joining the student council and cooking club.

namjoon hyung wanting to inform students about things that are important by joining the newsletter team and literature club.

while taehyung wanted to improve his cooking skills by joining the cooking club and be part of the badminton club.
 
i, on the other hand, had the desire to join the dance club with hoseok hyung, the manga club with jungkook, and the badminton club with taehyung.

  it was almost time to get to our homerooms when we went our own ways—except for namjoon hyung, hoseok hyung, and taehyung because out homerooms weren't that far from each other.

"here's the school's newsletter for the week!" a girl with a bright smile handed me paper as she walked away.

namjoon snatched the paper before i could read what it says.

"hyung, what does it say?" i asked.

"i dunno..-some rumor about students being transferred to a certain class because of classified information." he explained, although i was still confused. "apparently, kang eun mi is one of them."

"..—the hall queen?" taehyung chimed in, clearly interested as hoseok was. they both had empty blank expressions, waiting for an answer.

  "yeah..-her." namjoon responded as we nodded and continued walking.

  the warning bell rang as we bidded out goodbyes to each other. me and taehyung had the same homeroom so there was no need in bidding him goodbye.

our homeroom was a grade ten history homeroom, meaning that our first class was basically history. the door was always filled with historical art people from our class has done through out the year. i remember me and taehyung accidentally ripped one by accident while swinging the door open one time.

"yah, jaedam, that's my seat." a girl whined for her seat as the other—jaedam i'm assuming, was laughing.

i ignored them and sat in my original seat at the back with taehyung. we sometimes doze off during history, so back seats were a good deal to us.

this girl, jaedam, from before got out of the girl's seat—probably her friend's, and started approaching the back seats. i don't recognize a lot of people from my class since i'm rarely ever awake, but she sits about two seats in front on my right from me.

"yah, hyung." a girl whispered in front of her, although it was still quite loud for me to hear. "why are you taking child development class?"

'hyung? but..-isn't she a girl?' i thought. i pretended i wasn't listening and kept my gaze at the window beside them.

"aish, be quiet before someone hears you." she cautioned the girl, although someone has already heard.

'is she one of the people taking this class from the newsletter?'

"i did it just to get extra credits, i'm not in trouble, alright?" she explained in a low tone and started to say more to the girl, but she was now too quiet for me hear.

by the the other girl could respond to whatever she said, our teacher had arrived and greeted us, telling us about important information before we started history.

'child development class..?'

'why that out of all the courses?'

i didn't know i'd be getting the answer to that so quickly.

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i barely even started chapter two yet, but you all wanted the first chapter and i knew that i shouldn't keep you guys waiting!

so how is it so far? opinions? theories?

next update would most likely be this thursday or friday, but i'll try to update early if we hit our goal. ♡

btw i didn't want to give them the yellow uniforms that seoul performing arts actually wears, don't kill me.

goal for next chapter:
—50 votes and 200 comments

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