[C] Time's Running Out || p.jm

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Several months later...

I hurriedly adjusted my school uniform, grabbing a sandwich from the plate on the dinner table. The bus would be here any minute.

"I'm going to school, Dad! Goodbye!"

"Alright, sweetheart. Take care," my father called back. Since waking up from a short coma with no memory of my past, I had been adopted by this kind man in his mid-fifties, now my official foster dad.

Racing towards the bus stop, I was relieved to see the bus still there, even if it was about to leave. I sprinted hard, leaping onto the bus just in time.

"Late again, I see, Soeun-ah," the old bus driver smiled at me.

"As always, uncle," I smiled back, looking for a seat. The only one left was beside a boy wearing the same school uniform.

As I approached, the boy glanced up and glared at me. I ignored his rudeness and sat down. His name tag read "Park Ji Min." Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my head, as if something was trying to break through a barrier in my mind. I ducked my face, clutching my head to cope with the pain.

"Erghhh," I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jimin asked, lightly touching my shoulder. I flinched and pushed his hand away, looking at him with horror. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Err, nothing... Just forget about it," I muttered, turning away and trying to forget the pain.

The bus halted, and I looked out to see my school. I quickly got up and exited the bus, noticing Jimin's eyes on me as if I were a stranger.

I walked past the gate, Jimin still following and eyeing me. I quickened my pace, entering the school's main door and heading upstairs to the teacher's office. I glanced back and sighed in relief when I saw Jimin was no longer behind me. "Thank God..." I muttered.

Taking a few turns, my legs suddenly stopped. I was alone in a hallway, staring at a door labeled "School's Storeroom." An image flashed in my mind—me standing in this hallway, dimly lit, only a few lights casting shadows. The image vanished as quickly as it came, leaving me uneasy. My dad had never mentioned I attended this school before my amnesia.

I hurried away from the storeroom, bad vibes creeping over me, and walked to the nearby teacher's office. Oddly, I seemed to know the way, despite having no memory of this place.

The second I stepped into the office, all the teachers' eyes were on me. A male teacher rose from his seat and approached.

"You must be Choi Soeun," he said, smiling warmly. I nodded vigorously, stunned by his handsome, angelic appearance.

"Don't give me that face," he chuckled, snapping me out of my daze. I smiled back awkwardly.

"Err, yeah... I'm Choi Soeun," I stuttered.

"Okay, let's head to your class. I was going there anyway," he gestured for me to follow.

We walked through clean, modern hallways. This was Korea's #1 Elite High School. I couldn't imagine how much my dad paid for me to attend. I had told him a normal high school would suffice, but he insisted. This school felt strangely familiar, as if I had unfinished business here.

We entered an elevator, then stopped in front of a classroom. The noise inside ceased immediately as the teacher walked in, followed by me. A sense of familiarity washed over me.

"Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Choi Soeun imnida... I'm new here. Please take care of me," I introduced myself cheerily.

"Okay, as she said, she's the new student. Be nice," the teacher instructed.

"Okay," the class echoed.

I spotted an empty seat in the middle of the room, but Jimin's irritated face deterred me from sitting in the back. I took the middle seat, turning to greet my new seatmate.

"Annyeong!" he greeted with a bright smile.

"A-Annyeong! What's your name?" I asked, still a bit flustered.

"My name is Min Yoongi, but people call me Suga. Where are you from?" he asked.

"I'm from Busan. I got here yesterday," I replied, smiling. He was charming and attractive, the kind who might have his own fan club.

"Welcome! I hope you fit in well here. And I hope we become good friends!" he said.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed, feeling lucky on my first day.

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The school bell rang, a piercing sound that hurt my ears. I got up, ready to head to the café, when Suga grabbed my wrist.

"Soeun-ah," he said, "let's go to the café together." I was about to agree when Jimin appeared, snatching my wrist away.

"She's coming with me," Jimin declared. The class fell silent, watching the unfolding drama. Jimin stared down Suga, who smirked.

"Aww, come on! Are we fighting over a girl? After you shut me out over that silly incident?" Suga retorted.

In a blink, Jimin grabbed Suga by the collar, lifting him slightly. My eyes widened as I stepped back, sensing things were about to get worse.

"Never talk to her like that. I know you hated her from the start. You knew about the incident but won't admit it!" Jimin shoved Suga, who stumbled but caught himself on a nearby table.

"Hey..." I tried to intervene, but Suga cut me off.

"Nah, it's okay. We can hang out another time. Goodbye, Soeun," Suga said, leaving with a glare at Jimin. I turned to Jimin, glaring as I pulled my hand away.

"You're pathetic to me," I spat, leaving him alone in the class.

Entering the café, all eyes were on me. I needed to find Suga and apologize. The girls' glares intensified. I scanned the room but didn't see him. Just as I was about to leave, Suga appeared, smiling brightly.

"Hey!" he greeted.

"Hey, about earlier, I didn't know what was happening. I'm not related to him," I explained.

"Oh, he's always like that. Everyone knows. Anyway, I accept your apology. Let's have lunch together," he suggested happily. I nodded eagerly.

"It would be lovely!" I placed my hand in his, feeling like a couple even though we weren't. We headed to the food stations.

After buying our food, Suga suggested, "I know a great spot for lunch. Let's go."

We headed out, but I tripped on something invisible, falling face-first into my food. The café fell silent before erupting in laughter. I looked up to see a group of girls who had tripped me.

"Shame on you, freshie," their leader taunted.

Suga, shocked, put down his food and helped me up, cleaning the spaghetti off my face and uniform. I vowed never to buy spaghetti again.

"Hey you!!!" a girl's voice boomed. Three girls helped me clean up and stand, smiling sheepishly at Suga.

"Are you okay, Soeun-ah?" they asked. I nodded, and their smiles vanished as they glared past me. I turned to see the mean girls.

"You can't treat her like that. If she's important to Suga, she's important to us," the leader of the good girls said.

"A girl like that? She caused our oppa to fight your oppa," the bad girl sneered.

The groups argued until the good girl raised her hand, silencing them. She played a video on an iPad, showing the fight between Jimin and Suga over me. The bad girl was speechless.

"See? You can't explain. What a shame for Jimin's fangirls. Is this how you choose a leader? Disgusting," the good girl said venomously. The bad girls, offended, left the café.

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A/N : For all my loyal readers, I'm very thankful of you guys!! I hope you could continue reading it and I'll try my best to make it one of the best fanfic ever made wish me good luck!!

EDITED 12/7/2024