Friends Stick Together
The Outcast Club
The Stars - BTS
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“That’s all for today, class dismissed,” Yura’s history teacher, Mr. Hwang, monotonously drawled.
As soon as he gathered his books and left the room, the whole class exploded with chatter. On cue, girls that sat beside Yura in their assigned seats hurried over to their friends halfway across the room. Guys slung their backpacks over their shoulders and sat themselves on top of desks for a few minutes until they left in huddles to their next classes. A couple of the quieter students made an instant beeline out of the room by themselves.
Yura’s eyes gradually opened as she slowly raised her head to look beside her. As usual, the seats in the back beside her were the first ones to be emptied. Now, only a few students remained in class, but they too, seemed to be leaving.
Yura closed her eyes again and waited for them to leave before she finally rose from her seat. Outside, there were muffled sounds of shuffling kids, but they were fading away as the hallway grew deserted. Yura dropped her unopened books into her bag and checked the time – she had ten minutes to get to her next class.
Let’s skip, she concluded when all of a sudden, she remembered what class she had next. It was music.
“I’m in your class. You’ve probably never noticed me before though,” a voice she recalled as Jimin’s made her pause. Her desire to skip was waning, and she didn’t want to let Jimin down for some reason.
She hadn’t attended music class for a while now and normally skipped to get an early lunch or take a nap outside. Instinctively, she looked out the window to see the trees in the front of the school shaking violently – it didn’t take a genius to know that it was getting colder, and winter was approaching. It’d be crazy for her to head to her haven under the tree now, especially with her pleated, plaid uniform skirt.
Stupid school policy, she groaned in frustration. All in all, Hanyang was especially strict on uniform rules. Last fall, a few girls were put in detention for getting caught while wearing track pants underneath their skirts. To ensure the keeping of the uniform policy, CCTVs were added to the school, monitoring every corner of the grounds.
God, and they treat us like we’re criminals or something, Yura rolled her eyes. Out of all the schools in this district, I had to come to the one against female students wearing pants.
Little by little, Yura’s conscience came up with more reasons to attend 3rd period. She sighed. Cursing her easily-swayable mind, she picked up her bag and ultimately made the right decision to head to class.
Long, glossy black hair swaying behind her, Yura strode down the hallways. People were eager to move out of the way for her to pass through, but not out of willingness – it was rather out of fear. Yura didn’t care, though. She paid no attention to them at all.
Deciding to take a detour before trekking up to the third floor, Yura reached her locker and cranked in her combination. She shoved her homeroom and second period textbooks inside and checked her phone while she was at it.
Other students decided to drop by their lockers too, and Yura felt suffocated by the close proximity. The person two lockers down to the right of her cleared his throat.
“That’s quite a scowl you’ve got there.”
Yura’s head snapped up to see the one person she didn’t want to see. The locker near her slammed shut as the male leaned against it, arms crossed.
Oh no, Yura rolled her eyes so hard that they almost fell out of her head. She mentally cursed and bit her lip, “Why is it always you?”
Jungkook cracked a hint of an amused smile and shrugged before pushing himself off of the locker. He approached her while mussing his wine-red hair with his hand. He looked especially energetic today, with a mischievous glint in his eye, clad in his white dress shirt and red tie. His blazer was nowhere to be seen.
"How's your day going so far?" Jungkook leaned his head into her locker and peered inside. "Has it gotten considerably better after seeing me?"
"No, it's gone downhill fast because of your presence." She retorted with ease, not even sparing him a glance as she sorted out her books.
“Ouch,” he whispered, putting one hand to his heart dramatically, “Your words really hurt, you know? And coincidentally, my locker is just a few doors away from yours. You know what that means? We're locker buddies!" He feigned a gasp like those TV personalities that always seemed way too excited for their own good.
Yura clicked her lock shut and crossed her leg over her left one, turning deftly. “I have no time for this.”
Jungkook was quick on his feet though, and tailed her much too easily. His messenger bag was slung over his shoulder, and it swayed back and forth with every step.
“Slept okay?” Jungkook inquired, “Had a good breakfast? You know, I was thinking that you don’t seem like the type to eat breakfast every day. Breakfast is very important, you know.”
The two delinquents were the focal centre of attention in the bustling hallway, and Yura didn’t exactly like it.
“Is Jeon Jungkook… following Han Yura around?”
“Did she seduce him or something?”
“You know, I think I saw them on the bus a few days ago! Maybe they’re dating!”
The last comment made Yura’s insides freeze up as she grabbed Jungkook’s arm and yanked him into the empty stairway. His eyes grew wide and the murmurs grew more heated. When the door closed behind them, Yura sighed in relief.
“So…” his voice echoed in the stairwell, “Any thoughts of letting go of my arm soon?” Jungkook cocked his head to one side endearingly, a smirk taking over his lips, “Although I don’t mind if you keep latching on.”
“Listen,” she hissed, making it a point to let go of his arm, “Can’t you be just a little aware of your surroundings? I don’t exactly plan on being the topic of gossip anytime soon.”
“I thought you didn’t care what others thought about you,” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “Or am I wrong?”
Yura faltered, but sighed and looked away. He was a tough one to deal with.
“…Hurry up and tell me your point.”
Jungkook grinned victoriously, “You picking up the little lady today?”
Little lady? Oh. Yura blinked slowly, “Shinbi? Yeah… Why?”
“Great. Come by the bus stop right after school, usual time. I’ll see you there.” He saluted, already leaving.
Yura’s eyes widened, “Hey, WAIT!” The boy stopped and looked over his shoulder, blinking at her.
“I’m not ‘Hey, Wait’, I’m Jeon Jungkook. Or have you already forgotten?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Yura wanted to slap him. Rubbing her temples, she finally nodded, “…Whatever. Fine. Fine.”
Jungkook watched her climb the steps when he noticed a pair of girls ogling over the fact that the two most notorious delinquents were having a private conversation in the middle of the stairway. Yura, already irritated, didn’t hesitate to push through the two of them, “What, do I have something on my face? Move!”
The girls squealed as she shoved through and sauntered up the stairs without another word. Jungkook watched the scene and left for his class, an amused smirk tingling on his lips.
*
Yura finally reached the third floor when she noticed a familiar white-haired male exiting a classroom, bowing to a teacher. Of course, his stark bright-white hair differentiated himself instantly among the other heads. Even from where she was standing, she could sense the smile on the male’s face.
Before she could stop herself, she caught her calling his name out loud.
“Namjoon sunbae!”
Heads turned.
What the, Yura instantly slapped a hand over . She couldn’t believe she had just called for him on a whim! ! No! I take it back! I take it back!
But unfortunately for her, it was too late. The deed had already been done.
Rapmon froze in his tracks and turned around with inquiring eyes, just in time to see Yura gawking at herself. Equally shocked, he flashed a pearly grin and wiggled his fingers in a wave. When another chorus of stunned whispers filled the halls, Yura wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Damn it.
Having no choice, she trudged over to him, trying not to seem embarrassed. Her poker face was perfect, and she tried to make it seem as if she had called him out on purpose.
“Good morning, Yura,” he grinned, his dimples delving into the curves of his cheeks.
“’Morning,” she mumbled.
“Heading to class?” When Yura nodded, he kindly smiled, “I’ll walk you, hold on.” In a swift pull, both arms were inside the straps of his tan backpack.
Yura shook her head, “You don’t need to do that.” Or else you’ll be late.
Rapmon waved it off, “No worries, you’re heading to ‘the posh class of music, taught by none other than the most intellectual Maestro Kang, with accompaniment on piano’, right?” He made a very terrible impression of a fancy accent.
Yura snorted. Ms. Kang, one of the only music teachers in Hanyang, was a very cross, uptight teacher. “Maestro Kang” was a pseudonym she made herself, in order to appear more ‘cool’ and ‘hip’ to the students. She strictly enforced her students to refer to her as such.
“Don’t even get me started on her,” Yura rolled her eyes, “But wait – how did you know my next class? No, hold on, don’t tell me… Jimin?”
She was rewarded with another sheepish smile as they began walking. Yura tried to ignore the stares and ogles, but it was hard to when it was so rare for her to be interacting with another person. It was the same for when she was with Jungkook.
“Of course. Jimin takes that class seriously, out of all the other ones he has. And that’s not only because of the fact that Mrs. Kang is hard-core when it comes to music,” Rapmon chuckled, “You should’ve seen him stressing out about his assignment. Just a couple days ago, he was practically all over us, trying to get us to give him ideas for his lyrics.”
Yura recalled Jimin’s shy but proud expression when she had complimented his song, and the messy scribbling on the papers that were proof of his hard work. She suppressed a grin, but had an amused look in her eye, “I think I’ve already seen it.”
The two walked down the halls in amiable silence.
Curiously, Yura peered up at the taller Namjoon. He was all smiles and practically radiated positive energy, despite the stares of people around him. Yura suddenly grew wary. Is it okay for a sunbae like him to be seen with a hoobae like me? She quickly shook that thought out of her head before deciding to break the silence.
“Your hair’s not spiky,” she attempted casual conversation. She was feeling a tiny bit more at ease. After all, Rapmon was the easiest to talk with. Their conversations didn’t require teasing or frustrated shouts, like the ones she exchanged with Jungkook, or shy, awkward pauses, like the ones she had with Jimin.
Self-consciously, Rapmon raised a hand to touch his fluffy hair. It was left un-gelled for the day.
“Does it look weird? I kinda ran out this morning because Suga was yelling at me. He’s so worried about being late all the time.” He clucked his tongue.
A hint of puzzlement remained in her eyes, “Suga? Did you sleep at his house or something?”
The taller male blinked at her before laughing, “Ah, sorry! I forgot you didn’t know. Yoongi and I are roommates. We have been for the longest time.”
“Ah,” Yura pretended to be nonchalant, but inside, her curiosity only sparked. So far, Rapmon seemed sweet enough – it surprised her that he lived on his own rather than with his family. She decided not to ask about it though – she didn’t want to bring up an uncomfortable topic.
As they neared the music room, Yura felt a sense of dread looming over her. Ms. Kang was known to be very strict on her beliefs and teachings, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to come up with a decent excuse.
“Nervous?” Rapmon’s voice tugged her back to reality. Yura’s eyes darted to him, “H-Huh? Oh, no, not really…”
He monitored her expression before letting out a hearty laugh. Yura furrowed her eyebrows in bewilderment.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered.”
“Huh?” she questioned for a second time before she was standing across the hall from her classroom. The door was already wide open and students were piled in. Maestro Kang didn’t seem to have arrived yet.
Rapmon stopped and tilted his head towards the classroom, “Feel free to head on in. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be the subject of even more gossip with me walking you right to the door.” He glanced around at the students in the halls who watched the two interact, even at that moment.
Yura was at a loss for words. Tongue-tied, she just ducked her head. “…Thanks,” she finished lamely.
Still smiling amicably, Rapmon shook his head, looking like the model student he was, with his neat uniform and fluffy, soft-looking hair. His eyes curved into crescent moons and his dimples delved deep into his cheeks, “You don’t have to thank me. You’re part of the family now.”
Yura’s eyes grew wide with the hushed words. She struggled even more with finding the right words to say. “I… u-uhh…”
“Have fun in class,” he chuckled, “And tease Jimin a little on my behalf.” Then, he did the unexpected. Rapmon lightly reached out a hand and patted her head. Yura jostled at the sudden contact and instinctively tensed up, shocked.
In a flash, Rapmon was gone. Yura remained firmly planted in that spot, still stunned by his friendly gesture.
“Ohmygosh! Did you see that?! Namjoon sunbae just walked her to class! I’ve never seen him do that before!” A girl squealed.
“Seniors don’t even have class on the third floor… Did he come just to walk her to class?” One suspiciously inquired.
“I can’t believe it. Han Yura and Kim Namjoon? They’re polar opposites,” a guy chortled.
Yura ignored them all before trudging into the music hall.
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