Ch.6
You chose to sleep on the couch they had at the front of the warehouse. It wasn't the cleanest, but you had nothing else to do. You did your homework sloppily and called it a day. Most things were graded on a curve, so you were fine. Compared to your first-year friends, you were the smart one with the highest grades. They weren't outstanding, but decent enough that your sister wouldn't get a call from school. One minute you were staring up into the sky on a dusty couch, then you drifted off to sleep. It was peaceful and calming at the warehouse. It could appear scary, especially knowing what goes on inside sometimes. In the end though, it was just another abandoned building.
So, you had stayed like that for who knows how long. It wasn't until you felt something flick your forehead that you jumped awake. Who did that to you? Opening up your eyes, you were sleepy and angry. Immediately, your eyes made contact with Yoongi's. He had a small smirk on his face. He was clearly entertained by your reaction. Suddenly, you didn't feel so sleepy anymore. Not to mention he flicked your forehead really hard. Rubbing the spot with your hand, Yoongi chuckled as he walked off. He's so mean for no reason. You pouted and sat up on the couch to see everyone inside too.
"I told you to wake her up, not attack her." Seokjin crossed his arms as Yoongi passed by him.
"You didn't specify how to wake her up." Yoongi rolled his eyes, grinning as pointed at you. "And look, she's awake now."
"That's enough." Namjoon sighed as he sat down in a rusty chair near the couch.
He ran his hand through his hair, finally relaxing after what might have been a tough deal. Seokjin sat down at the table far from the front, pulling out some left-over food from the fridge they kept here. Yoongi sat with him, feet on the table and closed his eyes to take a nap. Jimin and Taehyung were running around Hoseok who was lying down on the ground. Hoseok tried tripping them, but they decided to switch things up a bit. The two boys started jumping over Hoseok which caused him to panic and scrunch up on the ground. You shook your head at them for bothering their hyung. Then Jungkook stood outside the warehouse, downing a water bottle.
"You guys are too loud." Namjoon laughed at the two first years.
"Get them to leave me alone!" Hoseok pleaded.
"We're having fun with you, Hyung." Taehyung stopped jumping but kept his legs out with Hoseok in the middle on the ground. Why were they doing this to poor Hoseok? He never did anything to deserve this.
"Yeah, we're just playing." Jimin laughed, squatting down to poke Hoseok's face. Hoseok attempted to bite his finger off but was unsuccessful.
Namjoon eventually came to the rescue and got the first years to leave their hyung alone. By that time, Jungkook walked in with an empty bottle and was tossing it in the air. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them. They were all so entertaining with their unique personalities. It was impossible not to laugh or not have a good time with the gang. How students at your school were terrified of these guys, you'll never know. Actually, you might. Taehyung will occasionally yell at them. He's so extra, but it's great. You wouldn't have him any other way. When things calmed down, Jimin walked over to you with a giant smile he had gotten from bothering Hoseok.
"Hey Jimin," You said softly.
"Hi...I just wanted to let you know that we wouldn't be at school tomorrow." Jimin took Namjoon's rusty seat.
"What? Why?" You stopped holding your legs close.
"We're ditching!" Jungkook shouted as he won an arm wrestling battle with Taehyung. When did that start?
"Yeah!" Taehyung let out a sharp gasp as Jungkook roughly slammed his opponent's arm to his side.
"We've got a lot on our hands. More than usual," Namjoon said, referencing the amount of drugs they had gotten from the crates. "We're supplying another group across town. It's gonna be dangerous." At the last part, he looked towards all the members in the room to remind them. The bright mood went down a little as they gave a serious nod.
"We'll get a big pay out of it though," Seokjin added.
"That's true. More food!" Hoseok cheered.
"How about a new couch?" Jimin kicked the green couch you sat on.
"No." Yoongi quickly shut Jimin down. He was still crossing his arms and trying to sleep.
"You heard him." Taehyung sighed. "We'll keep that couch until we die!"
"You just like it because you found it in the junkyard." Jungkook shook his head.
"He made Hoseok and I put it in my truck even though he was the one who wanted that junk." Seokjin groaned.
"The memories!" Taehyung shouted as if all the members should be focusing on that aspect more. It was clear some members were more attached to the items in the warehouse than the others. You looked back to Jimin with a tiny frown. The thought of not having your friends at school sounded insipid. Especially if they were leaving to do something so dangerous. The last thing you wanted to think about was the cops finding them smuggling it across town. No, you don't even want to joke about that. You'll hope the best for them and that they'll return safely.
"I wish you guys didn't have to ditch." You looked up at the night sky. "It's not gonna be fun tomorrow without you guys."
"I'll miss not seeing you either." Jimin went to sit down next to you on the couch. "Don't worry, we'll be back at school the next day."
"...why do you guys do it if it's so dangerous?" You asked as Jimin tensed up a little bit. He didn't speak and tried thinking of answers for you.
"Stop it. If you don't like it, then you can leave," Growled Yoongi, "You know who you got yourself involved with. Don't try to 'fix' us."
"I'm not..." You started but ultimately decided to keep your mouth shut. There was no winning with him. Besides, it was getting really night and you wanted to continue sleeping. Jimin patted your shoulder for comfort and got off the couch.
Seokjin left the table, swinging his keys around his fingers. He gave you a wink and cocked his head towards the door. You got up to follow him and then Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok wanted to join in for the ride. Jungkook didn't to your surprise. Instead he quietly said goodbye to you before landing on the couch. He looked tired and out of it, so you let him be. He deserved the rest.
The ride home didn't take long. All the guys in the back made sure Seokjin didn't try playfully flirting with you. Though it didn't matter too much to you, you did find it cute how much they protectively kept watch over you. Seokjin couldn't catch a break so he went on the route of making puns instead. Jimin was laughing hard with Seokjin while you and the rest were enjoying their laughter. Car rides home were soon becoming your favorite thing. It's so much better than walking home alone. When he dropped you off, it was time to say goodbye. That part sucked a lot. You would climb up the cramped staircase and stand in front of your door, waving goodbye to them as they drove off. You'll really miss them tomorrow.
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Math class had started, and you were already dying of boredom. The material was hard to understand with your lack of focus. Students were disruptive of course, but there was no silver haired boy in front of you making fun of Mr. Pyo. The lack of the brunette boy next to him was also disheartening. You enjoyed seeing his large smile when Taehyung said something funny or whenever Mr. Pyo publicly scolded his friend. Sometimes it felt like that boy had no respect for his friends, but he was just like that. Jungkook laughing at Taehyung getting embarrassed just proved how close they were. Taehyung and Jimin were also extremely close. Those two tended to mess with their older members a bunch. You'd say those two had a tighter bond than with the maknae.
A frown landed on your face as you thought of Jimin. He wouldn't be in your next class. Now all your classes today wouldn't have them. This was going to be a truly painful day. Looking up from your desk, you suddenly met eyes with a bunch of students looking at you over their shoulder. They looked away once you noticed and you felt your stomach twist. Again? What is going on? Why are they all staring at you? Even when you first started hanging out with the boys, they didn't stare at you this much. Not to mention, they didn't scoff or give you a dirty glare either. All their whispers behind your back started to sound more like shouts. It was becoming obvious and you were getting paranoid.
Jimin said it was nothing though. But was it really? You didn't want to come off as whiny, but it was really getting to you. It would naturally start to annoy people to be stared at like this. You began to feel more insecure than annoyed. Without your friends to distract you, it was easier to feel smaller. Class went on for centuries until it finally finished. You hurried off to your next class, getting into Ms. Lee's line. You kept your head down, but you were feeling many eyes on your body. This feeling was not bearable one bit. Why were they staring? School could not end fast enough. It was driving you crazy. You didn't want to start anything up by confronting people. That wouldn't be smart. That would only give them a reason to start talking about you.
When physical education class ended, you hurried off into the girl's changing room. Lunch sounded great. You really needed to stuff your face and ignore everyone else. As you changed out of your gym clothes, you felt some people stare at you. It made you hesitate to take your shirt off, but you had to. It went off quick and you instantly started buttoning up your uniform. They were all being perverts! Whatever their deal was, you weren't having any of it. When the boys come back, you're certainly going to bring it up. They're gonna have to notice how crazy this has gotten. Unbelievable.
"They don't buy you good lingerie?" A girl asked behind you. Turning around to see the face of the voice, it was some random girl you've never seen in your life.
"What?" You raised a brow to have more eyes land on you.
"Yeah, they looked pretty cheap," Another girl said.
"Or do they just want the action instead of the show?" A girl asked before the whole locker room laughed. What were they going on about? Making fun of your underwear for some d*mn reason. It made your face heat up and you hurried out of the room. Girls could be such b*tches.
This school had some really blunt people here. Yoongi doesn't think twice about making you feel like garbage and then girls ask you such absurd questions while you're in the middle of changing. Some people of have no decency. As you slowly came by the cafeteria, you stopped in your tracks. Their words replayed in your head. Clearly, their words had malicious intent, but it wasn't about that. They talked about 'they' a lot. They mentioned them not getting you good underwear. Action instead of a show? You furrowed your brows before your heart stopped. Is that what they think? No. You didn't want to believe it.
The sound of female voices got louder as you looked over your shoulder. You pushed open the cafeteria doors wide open, running away from making any possible scene only to land yourself in one. Everyone poked their heads up to see who threw open the cafeteria doors. Male students smirked once they spotted you as girls scoffed, murmured, and rolled their eyes. Does the whole school know about this rumor? That's right! It's just a rumor. You're not...you're not involved in anything like that and you never will be! Embarrassed beyond belief, you rushed out of the cafeteria to see those same girls from the locker room. They laughed at your flushed face. You need to get out of here. Bolting off into a different direction, you found a bathroom to hide yourself in.
The door was light as you softly pushed it open. No one was inside the girl's bathroom yet oddly. Hearing giggles, you hurried into a stall. This was getting ridiculous. You stepped onto the toilet seat, squatting to hide your feet from showing underneath the stall. The door wasn't completely closed either to hopefully create the illusion that the bathroom was vacant. Hopefully, no one tries to use this stall or kicks the door open. Biting your lip, you hear the door open as the female voices got quiet. That's when you unintentionally held your breath, staring through the crack between the door and the next stall. They didn't enter the stalls but instead decided to touch up their makeup in front of the mirrors. Go away.
"I thought that Kwon (F/n) came in here." One brunette girl spoke, sitting on the counter.
"Yeah, me too." A short haired girl slightly lowered herself to check for shoes. Luckily, you were in the clear. She got up and continued chewing her gum, pulling out her phone.
"Whatever. It was funny seeing her face in the locker room," The black-haired girl said as she redid her bright red lipstick.
"Definitely!" Her two friends giggled.
"But I actually didn't expect this from her." The brunette kicked her legs back and forth.
"Well duh, no one did. Shy cute girls are always sluts in the inside." Short hair popped her gum.
"We're all sluts though. What makes her special?" The brunette continued. Despite them all being rude, there were moments when you needed them to continue talking. Brunette was helping out a ton with your own questions.
"Because." The black-haired girl closed her lipstick. "We mess around with stupid guys. She chose to mess around with those gangsters. They might be hot, and I might like d*ck, but no way am I gonna be their b*tch."
Frowning, you continued to listen as they spoke lies about you. Why did this have to happen? The guys weren't here which was kind of good. Now you weren't as oblivious to the rumors. Who would spread something like this though? It was a disgusting lie that tore your true personality apart. It was hurtful. What was even more despicable was the fact that everyone full heartedly believed them. You wanted to defend yourself, but how? If you told the guys and they tried to fix it for you, it would only get worse. Somehow, you've managed to land yourself in a problem just a month into school. It wasn't even your doing! Wonderful. It was most likely made by stranger's assumptions. Apparently, a girl can't have all guys friends. Or gangster friends, but that's a different story.
"You don't even know if they're thugs," The short hair replied, looking at herself with her phone. She kept moving around her hair despite having a pixie cut.
"Are you kidding me? It's so obvious. I don't know why this is even a question anymore at this school." Red lips shoved her makeup in her bag. "I'm waiting for the school to do something but wait. They won't. Why? Because they're dumb as sh*t."
"They're not hurting us. Plus, it might be kind of hot with criminals." Brunette giggled with a light blush as the others gave her judgmental gazes. 'Gross' was muttered by red lips as pixie cut nodded. "What? I'm just saying! Do you think it's one at a time? In pairs? Or like the whole group?"
"All of it, probably." Pixie chuckled.
"Yeah, I saw (F/n) on her first day of school. She was totally normal. Like in a boring way," Red lips said as they ate her words up. "Then she started talking to them one by one and boom! No one warned her about them and they decided to make her their b*tch. Poor girl was afraid to say no but turns out she likes it anyway. Good girl must like the attention."
That wasn't true at all! How could they be saying these things about you? Did the rumor start out like this or was it twisted into the vile creature it was now? You accidentally let out a frustrated sigh. Oh no. The girls became silent in the bathroom. It's like your blood froze. Pixie and brunette didn't care after two seconds of looking around. Red lips however was determined to be the monster under your bed. A vision of your nightmare as she took steps towards your specific stall. Her eyes were narrowed in suspicion. She had made eye contact with you and you ducked your head to the side. Please don't open the door. Your heart violently pounded against your chest as her nails made contact with the door. All of your body burned in embarrassment and fright.
"Hayoon is waiting for us. The boys are apparently trying to dry hump her," Pixie stated, saving your @$$. Red lips turned around in annoyance.
"Are you kidding me? Can't she just say no?" She walked out of the bathroom with her friends following. They all laughed in agreement, rudely talking about the next girl that was mentioned. It was that easy for them to switch?
A few seconds after the door closed, you began to breathe heavily. That was too much for you. How could the boys even deal with doing illegal stuff? Opening the stall, you rushed to the sink. Making eye contact with yourself in the mirror, you noted how red your face was. Wasn't that perfect? Turning on the sink, you splashed your face in water to calm yourself down. Your neck felt like it was on fire. After you felt like you had cooled down, you turned off the sink and shook your hands. So...that's the reason they've been staring?