Girl, Interrupted
November 26th

Wrapped up in a thick woolly cardigan drowning her petite frame, a female with dark ombre hair and cinnamon skin sat alone in a second floor common room. Sketchbook out in front of her on the little round table, the young woman nibbled the inside of her lip as she looked out of the window to her right. Staring off, she hoped to find some of the inspiration that seemed to be lacking over the last few weeks. Fiddling with the delicate silver ring on her right middle finger that she'd made in metalsmith class back in high school, the loner began mindlessly pulling strange faces to herself; she did when she got bored for some reason. At least it kept her somewhat amused.

A sharp cough broke through the peaceful atmosphere and the female shot up, tippling her chair over as she went. Struck with utter freight at the suddenness, the female gripped the cloth covering her chest and stared at the intruder like a deer in headlights.

Lingering at the threshold, a tall boy in a low, white v-neck sweater and matching jeans spoke quietly. "Thorry to interrupt, but I have thomething for you." Temporarily chewing on his lower lip, the bleach blond visitor sniffled with a look of disinterest. Seeing that he'd also received and read his own warrant, it wasn't too unexpected to see a person unamused by the farce. "You're Ahn OkCha, aren't you?" Standing rigid, the expressionless messenger waited for a reply.

The female, who was indeed OkCha, came to the conclusion that the boy wasn't some kind of mass murderer out to get her and so, relaxed her shoulders. She remained still for the time being, watching her company with care, thinking about what he could possibly have for her and more importantly, why he was just stood there and not getting to the point.

The man at the door looked away only to return his gaze after a brief moment. Keeping the same blank expression on his face, the tip of the blond's tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he eyed the person in front of him. Silence crept up on them, only the far off chatter of their peers and the ticking of the old clock on the wall filled the room, proving that they were having a definite moment of awkwardness. He was wondering why she had jumped up like a cat with a firecracker on its tail, and she was wondering if the lisp she'd heard was just a figment of her imagination or not. But as it goes, wondering solely inside ones head brings about nothing but more questions.

Footsteps out in the corridor grew louder, as did the boisterous conversation accompanying them. A couple of seconds passed and sure enough, the pair were joined by another duo; the two men which had arrived were both a year OkCha's senior.

Smile stretching across his face, the shorter of the newest additions bobbed and weaved his head comically. "Just give her the damn thing already and stop standing around like a weirdo." Playfully snatching the object from the blond's hands that were neatly held behind his back, the man OkCha knew of chuckled at the game. "You're probably creeping her out, stood there without saying anything."

Byun BaekHyun had finally given up on exacting his revenge on Kim JongDae and the pair had actually managed to get around to collecting their things before it got dark. On their way up to see their vocal coach on the second floor, they had been collared by the Vice Dean and asked if they knew anyone on the list he had with him. Of the names not cross out, Ahn OkCha was one of them, and so they had been told to deliver a Development Invitation to her. Still needing to see their own instructor before he left for the weekend, they kindly handed the task over to the ever-so-charming youngster that happened to be passing by in their time of need.

"AhnCha Ssi~" JongDae started as he wriggled his way past his two friends having a ridiculous competition of stares. "Looks like you drew a short straw, too." He got down on one knee as he lowered his head and held up the envelope. Not knowing how to react to the odd behaviour, OkCha quickly took the mail without saying anything. "You can be my seat partner, if you want?" The crouching senior peered up and flashed an award winning smile in expectation for a decent reaction, but the woman wasn't even looking at him.

Taken aback by the facetious action, the Freshman scraped her belongings up into her arms, not even bothering to put them away properly in her rush. Brows furrowed, she bowed her head in forced politeness. "Thank you for bringing me the letter." Not sparing another word, she ducked around the three men and hurried out of the doorway, almost knocking BaekHyun over in her haste.

For a moment, the men watched the newest invitation victim sprint down the empty hallway like she was running a marathon - and winning it - before the duo at the doorway turned to look at the man brushing the dust off his jeans with astonishment. “Goddamn, she’s fast.”

Brow quirked, BaekHyun pulled the corner of his lip up in disbelief. "And you said SeHun was creepy?" He nodded upwards at JongDae while pointing at the youngest who was auditioning to be a piece of furniture.

Holding his palms up at shoulder height, the disillusioned male whined. "I was trying to be nice." JongDae scrunched his face and shook his head.

Rolling his eyes, BaekHyun wafted his hand to dismiss his friend. "It just proves that nice from you is creepy."

Updated: 29th December 2018 - 19:42

Author's Note:
To Kestrel, I hope the chapter and the picture are okay~ If there are any mistakes you'd like me to fix, let me know. =^u^=