I looked up from my work and quickly regretted my action. My head was throbbing painfully as if a hammer was knocking something out of my thick skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ease the pain and a few drops of tears pooled at the corner of my eyes. It ha always been like this, even I've been enduring the same pain for years since I was still a kid. Taking a deep breath, the same wave of throb came crashing down on my head, and the sharp pain had me scrabbled my hand into my school bag to find my medicine bottle. With eyes remained shut, I popped out two pills and swallowed them in one go, not bothering to drink after. Dizziness eating me up and the worst was, I still had tons of works to be done.

A light footsteps coming near me. Without even looking up, I could already tell who the person was since I knew she would always show up in front of me every time she saw me struggling with the pain. Don't ask me, I was born with a very bad character in hiding my feelings and pains no matter how hard I attempted to do so.

"You worked yourself too much last night. I should've pulled you out of the scene earlier and now I kind of regretted with what had I decided.."

Listening to her blabbers made me chuckled lightly. I leaned my back on the chair and ran my fingers along my jet black hair, puffing the hot air out of my cheeks every now and then. "You don't have to. Beating the out of that is what I wanna do. Plus, our mission last night was accomplished so I don't really care.."

I heard the chair in front of me being pulled, making me 200% sure that she was now facing me and what she was going to say would be much. Well, the term 'younger' didn't prevent you from nagging.

"The eonnies are asking how you've been. And they even asked me to keep an eye on you." The remark she gave had me lifted one of my eyebrows in amusement. Okay this was funnier than I thought. I finally opened my eyes and put my cheek flat on the table. "Pardon?". "You heard me. I know it's kinda ridiculous for me to watch over you since you're older..for a few months, of course. But they still don't want you to break someone's bones and crack people's nerves anymore." she replied, fingers running along my scalp in a soothing manner just the way I liked it.

"Easy there, dongsaeng-ah.. I'm not like Namjoon oppa who could destroy the whole building with bare hands..."

Her sigh was low but loud enough for me to hear. "Are you really comparing yourself to Namjoon oppa now?" she replied making my lips formed a small smile. "Leader-like, huh?" I said and sat up straight, wincing silently when a sharp pain shot up my spinal cord. I bit my lips in attempt not to hiss so loud, not when Umji was here.

"Yeah.. Very leader-like.. And a dork too.." she said and both of us couldn't help but burst into laughter. Finally, after a long night that seemed eternity for me, I got to laugh again. I knew this would usually happen when I had Umji around. Like, she was a real sister to me, even we had nothing biologically. Clutching on my stomach for my dear life, I tried to keep my laughter down,  but of course, it's a complete failure.

"It's fun working with him, honestly.. He got that unusual genius brain people barely have..and Yoongi also.."

I found myself stopped laughing at the sudden mention of the name she made. Throwing Umji one of my infamous smirk, I grinned cheekily and shoved my index finger towards Umji's slightly flushed face. "Now,now,now... Sweetie.. You finally admitted that he's a genius? Behind his back??" There was a faint blush slowly dusting her pale cheeks, which make me grinned even more like a madwoman. Nervously swatting my hand away, Umji sent me a hawk glare which actually didn't scare me a thing, a small huff of anger escape from . "Rule number 62, miss. No interrupting people's persona spece."

"Geez, you like him to the moon and even out of the Milky Way for God's sake! Is it so hard to admit? come on, I've already approved your soon-to-be relationship.." I mused and folded my arms across my chest, my childish side showing. Umji, in return, only rolled her eyes and that made me grosned out loud, completely frustrated with their push and pull relationship.

Min Yoongi, a brat with cold expression and snow-like skin, a pair of chatoyant bottomless sharp eyes and kind of short for a male. His cute height and smart appearance made him looked sorta approachable, but if looks and glares could kill, Yoongi would be the most wanted murderer all around the globe for his ability to kill with his stare. Yet, he was the best sniper in our squad, and that literally was the best reason to make him stay in the group. So far that I knew, dying his hair was a thing to him. I remembered it clearly how I met him with blonde locks at night and the next day he was practically sitting before me with mint-green hair. Nevertheless, his hair wasn't bleached or even damaged, still soft to touch and fluffy like the way it looked.

And what amused me the most was, Yoongi was said to have a thing towards Umji, other than that Jimin boy whom Yoongi used to have a soft spot for. Yoongi never afraid to spat back when he went against the others, but not Umji. He would literally find another way to fight back what the younger said in a better way, rather politely.

"Whatever pleased you, Sinbi." Umji finally said, snapping me out of brooding world. She got up from her seat and continued, "But I don't really care, you know? He treats me like usual. Maybe it's because I'm the youngest among all of us, so he literally doesn't want me to follow his 'nice' uses of words." As I stifled yet another laugh from rolling out of my tongue, the bell rang, ending our conversation.

The students made their way out of the classrooms with thousands of curses here and there. Classes and school weren't even killing actually, but the homeworks would be one of the reasons why school was practically labeled as a bull sometimes. Like, why did they invent homeworks, anyway?

"You should go back home now. Take some rest. We sti  have mission tonight.." 

"Give that advice to yourself young lady.. Your habit of overworking yourself is getting out of hand sometimes and tonight's mission will not be that hard.." Umji said, swatting my hand away rather harshly when I tried to pat her head as if she was a kid. Well, she was indeed a kid, right?

I gathered my belongings and shoved them inside my school bag and made sure my place was clean without any rubbish. Slinging my bag on my right shoulder, I walked up towards Umji who was arranging her textbooks on her table. A soft frown made its way and settled on my eyebrows, asking "Why do you leave all your textbooks in the class? High confident of self-study, I see.. Let me borrow your stupid-but-helpful notes sometimes.." I threw Umji a remark which she only rolled her eyes in return. 

"Call my notes stupid again and I'm not tutoring you History anymore. I'll see you around, Sinbi-ah. Text me once you've got home!" I followed her figure walking out of the classroom and returned the small wave she sent me. With me, left alone in the class again, I couldn't help but silently asked myself, "What does it feel to be a prodigy??"

I let myself wandered around the empty locker hall. There were not much students left, most of them maybe were on detention, judging by thy way they lazily walked inside the library. Reaching my locker, I punched in the password and arranged my books inside, leaving the subjects I needed to study and finished the assignments. The stack of papers was being the pain in the , I tell you. Other than giving me mind pressure, it also really helped in adding the burden I had to carry on my shoulder everyday. Sometimes, I couldn't help but silently praying that my house would just be next to the collage.

Locking my locker, I checked my phone and noticed no texts I got from Mom who was currently in France for a fashion runway and neither from Dad whom I guesses had already forgot that he still had a child. Nevermind, I was used to this kind of life. Not that I care, though. 

I was about to turn around when suddenly a big figure- a guy I assumed- bumped onto me, making my body literally slammed  hard on the wall. I let out a painful hiss when the hard material came in contact with my bruised back and I didn't remember when did I fell on my knees. The boy's voice boomed in the hall, saying a very loud "Sorry, miss!! I'm in rush!!" and a few seconds later, I could hear his footsteps fading away. Grunting, I slowly pushed myself up and found it rather weird when I didn't have the feeling to yell at the boy or even cursing out loud for his unintended behavior.

Maybe Umji's right. I worked myself too hard, to the point I couldn't act like the usual me because.. I didn't know.. Too exhausted, perhaps? Ignoring the broken view I had in my eyes, I slowly walked and as I passed the field, I was a familiar figure running frantically towards the soccer team at the middle of the field. Oh, a player, huh?

"I deserved some nap,-and snacks.." I whispered to nobody in particular as I gazed towards the gloomy sky.