They - Namjoon and Seokjin - were roommates until Seokjin's mother finally decided to let him return home. That, or wait for his credit card to be returned. Yes, he was stuck with Seokjin until that miracle actually happened.

His mother was a stubborn woman. His father had to agree to her terms, because he couldn't argue with the reasoning. Namjoon had accepted the slim chances. He would have to put up with this soy sauce fanatic everyday.

Thereafter, Seokjin decided to invite everyone in their friend group to celebrate their move-in. New beginnings; he thought it was an opportunity to start anew. It was clear he had no intentions of waiting for his mother to change her mind, but it was obvious to see he was hurt. His mother kicked him out. It must've hit a nerve - whether it was pride, anger or sadness.

Namjoon frowned. The grip of his fingers loosened allowing his pencil to slip from his hold. He'd become tired of tapping it on the desk, while aimlessly writing work he couldn't understand.

His thoughts were elsewhere. It agitated him that he would remind himself he had to understand, but it felt like the information was a weight that couldn't be lifted. Instead, this unbearably heavy information made his head pathetically give in to the weight.

All in all, he couldn't process and he finally gave up. He'd just have to recap on the topic at home.

"Note that you've already done this topic last year. We won't go into it much. Make sure you understand these instead of following the lessons without any effort to know what you're doing," their teacher - Mister Kyun - explained.

He was truly a very motivating teacher. In contrast to this, Namjoon grew tired of hearing him speak the same words.

Not because it was irritating. The mini-speech was only the truth and it stressed him out. That was irritating him.

The period ended with many feeling uneasy about the test. All the teachers were doing a lot of complicated revision too.

"Yoon Ji, the teacher told me to give these to you." Jimin offered a friendly smile, while handing the activity sheets over to the said person.

Namjoon was about to dismiss the small interaction until he noticed the amount. "That's a lot," he said, significantly shocked at the stack of paper.

"Well, Yoon Ji Noona was absent from school for six months or so. She has to catch-up with a lot of work," Jimin explained, seeing that Yoongi was definitely not going to reply.

The disguised male was in the middle of mentally planning a funeral. The person who the funeral was being planned for was a mystery. There was the chance that he was planning his own or someone else's.

Yup, definitely need to find a hiding spot too. How about I dig a hole somewhere far away?

Or was he planning a murder?

Then nobody can find me. I'll be able to sit there and wait until I'm reborn as a stone.

Never mind.

Yoongi was mentally preparing himself. In the end, mentally preparing himself made everything worse. He ended up thinking about many choices in his life and contemplating why he was here in the first place. The pianist's thoughts took a turn to the worst and he eventually gave up.

Oh, whatever. Full steam ahead. His thoughts weren't enthusiastic in any way. His lips lifted upwards into an attempted smile only to purse his lips. He'd have to practice smiling.

What a sad sentence.

"I'll manage though," he concluded their conversation as he took slow steps towards their next class.

Nope, never mind. I'll do it later.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook followed after. They shared the same class, while Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok were left to go to their class.

Hoseok hummed thoughtfully. An idea crossed his mind, making the teen's face light up at the thought. "How about we help her? You know, on Friday? We can help her catch up," he suggested with a wide and bright smile.

They shared a look as if contemplating if there were any flaws to the idea. Seokjin hummed as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

"I'm sure that would be very nice." His voice grew a tone higher - strained.

Hoseok nodded in understanding with a sigh. "But we were just going to wing the day and take a break from school work."

The younger of the three sheepishly smiled. "It's fine. It was just a suggestion though."

Namjoon averted his eyes to somewhere else, while trying to think through everything. To no avail, his brain was fried halfway through the school day. He sighed in defeat, "Let's talk about this again. First, we get to class. Okay?"

The pair took his words in and soon agreed. It was a matter for another time. They had three whole days to make the arrangements. Who knew a sleepover would be so difficult? Maybe because of the new addition to their friend group?

She was the only girl in the group. Things were going to get a bit complicated before they became comfortable. They were going a bit too fast, but there was no going back on their offer.

➵

"You know, I've been meaning to ask." The brown haired teen looked at Yoongi.

"Yes?"

"Why did you agree?" He asked hesitantly.

Yoongi immediately glanced to his side. This caused Jungkook to flinch. Taehyung and Jimin couldn't blame the boy, since it was quite difficult to figure out what was the new student's emotions. The blank stare Yoongi gave was just that: blank. Blank as his mind, because he never thought his actions through.

He was a girl to them. They only met him a few days ago and he suddenly agrees to go to their sleepover? It wasn't the best scenario. Certainly something parents wouldn't agree with and something shamed upon.

Yoongi had to think fast for an excuse - a lie. Luckily, he had become good at making up excuses and tricking people through his experience of adversity.

Wow, what a pleasant skill I have achieved.

"Why did I agree?" He repeated, mocking confusion to perfection. The question was ambiguous in Yoongi's perspective. He wondered:

Why did he agree? That is, to this job.

The poor adolescent hadn't recovered from before. Nonetheless, Jungkook attempted to explain his question. "To the sleepover. We're basically strangers and you're a girl."

Yoongi waited a certain time as if processing what Jungkook had said. "Oh." He wanted to cringe so badly at his female voice. He would've made the voice adjuster a tone deeper if he'd known it would be so high pitched. It was an exaggeration, but he didn't know any better.

Jungkook could've sworn cartoon-like stars surrounded Min Yoonji as she flipped her short black hair.

"You misunderstood. I will be joining since I felt it would be rude to refuse. Of course, I would leave to my room at the appropriate time," she explained. Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the three staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

Did I go too far with the acting?

"Oh." The three harmonized with realization.

Jungkook smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," he apologized. They had neared the class and slowed their pace.

"It was partially my fault for not explaining, so you got the wrong idea."

Yoongi was the first to enter the class between the group of four. Jungkook watched - lips parted in wonder - Yoongi. He was curious. The answer he'd gotten wasn't the words he was looking for. Or rather, the answer was only half of what he was looking for.

Jungkook wanted to know why she wanted to visit in the first place. Sure, they accepted her into their group. Sure, she lived a few doors away. Sure, 'it would be rude to reject', but to accept so quickly? It was a bit... odd. Was she maybe like him? Desperate to have friends?

He shook his head. No, that is just plain rude to say Jungkook! He mentally scolded himself for how wrong his thoughts sounded.

"Hey," she sluggishly called - dare he say she staggered.

"Yes, Yoonji Noona?" He replied politely. He faced the said person who had been two seats away. He was thankful there weren't many gathered in the class.

The feeling of eyes on you was terrifying to Jungkook.

"I'm asking because I'm curious. How old are you?" Was the question Jungkook heard quite often.

His voice strained, "Fourteen."

"And you're in your second year of high school." Yoon Ji hummed with a nod. "You were put into school early. That's what Taehyung said."

It had taken a while, but Yoongi managed to work up his 'socializing energy' to test the boy. He would either reject or accept Yoongi's words. It was all that Yoongi needed him to do.

Though the set was laid out, he was a tad bit anxious on the answer. He never told Ki-hyun anything. What would he do with the information then? He never told him about the girl either.

"I-" Jungkook's words were interrupted.

"Alright class. If I must say this cliché, please settle down," a woman grumbled as she entered the chaos known as a classroom full of students. The woman was a teacher Yoongi appreciated - Miss Eun.

The students went to their seats with chuckles or laughter.

"Good morning." She greeted.

"Why are you all standing? Sit down," she instructed lazily. "Alright, let's continue with the topic after looking through the questions that was troubling."

➵

"I didn't get my answer."

He almost sounded like a depressed teenage girl. In reality, it was just his normal tone of voice. The halls bustled, filled with buzzing conversation and constant footsteps. He completely hated this environment. Why did there have to be so much people on this planet?

"Yoonji, right?"

Yoongi would have mentally groaned, but he was too done to care anymore. He slowly tilted his head to the side. "Yup, but I'm thinking of changing it."

"Sick of hearing everyone calling you?" She guessed.

Yoongi was impressed she had guessed right. They had reached outside where the suffocating halls weren't a bother any longer. "What about you, Hae Won?"

"I quite like my name," she stated making Yoongi hum.

They reached the gate after the silent walk. "Well, I'm off. See you later," she greeted with a bow before leaving. Yoongi presumed she was a first year or second. That must be it, considering her manners proved she was in some way younger than him.

The small interaction they had made Yoongi feel off. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad. He blinked in bewilderment yet he wasn't sure what raised the emotion.

"So this person," Yoongi started, "he or she could be anyone?"

The agent responded with a nod. "We heard Agent K recently volunteered to... assist you. Though, I'm not sure how."

"Agent K? Really?" His unimpressed expression showed all too clearly.

"Yeah, yeah. Agent stuff, you wouldn't understand."

"I don't want to understand it." He shook his head briefly. "But basically, this person will be helping me. I just have to look out for anybody who shows signs of doing so or interacts with me. Right?"

"I guess. Though, Agent K won't make it easy."

"Agent K?" He repeated. He took once last glance at the girl before making his way out. "I shouldn't jump to conclusions."