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{Jungkook's POV}

I've never been in the hallways during lunch. I've always found myself very occupied with other things. The transition from one area to the next shows a lot of difference. One room loaded with kids and random chatter about things that probably don't matter. The next almost silent except for the light echo of the voices from the cafeteria.

Y/N confuses me.

Taehyung says she's different.

I suppose he's right except I would have chosen different words. Shes peculiar.

I don't understand her or the things she does but in all honesty, I don't think I would ever want to. I've only known her for about a day and she is already more confusing than most of the women I've met. And that's saying a lot.

I look down the hall and see her fiddling with the little pink notes on the lockers. Letting her fingers glance off each one as she read it over and moves to the next.

She can't really be enjoying those can she?

Maybe she's not as different as Taehyung think she is.

Anyone mesmerized by notes of that simplicity is a fool.

I watch her attentively and I suppose in ways I can see the appeal. Despite what he says I know he can too.

It's obvious he is afraid but he can't live in fear.

He deserves some happiness. And maybe, in the end, she won't be the one to bring it. because in life there is no certainty. But that doesn't mean he should stop trying. Sometimes you have to take chances in the hopes of them working even though there is a great possibility of them not.

I wish I could do that sometimes.

"Are you ever where you're supposed to be?"

She startles at the sound of my voice, jumping a bit before turning to face me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She presses her palm to her heart, hunching over a bit as she tries to calm herself down. I can hear every breath she takes in trying to settle her heart.

Y/N finally lifts her head looking up to me annoyed.

"If you keep sneaking up on me im going to have a heart attack."

I sigh to myself her statement getting me lost in thought for a moment.
"I just walked up by you. Maybe you should try to be less fearful." I reply back.
But she seemed unamused.

I bite the inside of my cheek before finally reaching the point where I'm able to thank her.
"Thank you." I say.
"For what?"
I know she knows. But for some reason she wants to hear me say it.
"For not letting me choke on my own vomit." I answer, recalling her comment from this morning.
She huffs looking up at me.
"It's not a big deal."

I look over at the stick notes she was examining. Not being able to hold back my distaste for them as I roll my eyes in contempt.
"You can't rly like these right? They are cheesy as hell."
She looks over in the directions I'm faced. Reading over the notes again with a quick glance.
"I think I've gotten past what they say. I'm now more concerned about why."
I turn back to her. "Why what?"
She smiles to herself a determined look filling her features.
"Exactly."
And with that, she turns on her heels walking away, leaving me with my confusion.

I've never met anyone like her.
And if I did my brain has purposely expelled it from my memory.

(Y/N's POV)
Why?
Why are they here?
My brain always seems to be going. Like it's running a marathon. Never taking a break. Even when my body is calm, my mind refuses to loose pace.

I make my way to the office, now on a mission.
I need my questions answered.
For once I need a solid answer as to why.
Hopefully the lady from the office can give it to me.
'Margret'
Is the name written on the little tag sitting on her desk. Letters engraved in a little plaque.
She smiles up at me when she sees me enter. Which makes me feel good. I'm not used to people being this happy to see me.
Is new, but it's nice.
"Good Morning Miss Y/L/N."
I send her a small wave, stepping up in front of her desk.
"What can I help you with?" Her tone just as happy and perky as before.
"Why?" I ask.
She looks up at me confused and I mentally face palm.
Of course she doesn't understand what I'm talking about.
Why must I act so foolishly?
"Sorry... umm.. the stick notes. On the lockers. Why?"

Her face lights up even more at the mention of the sticky notes. She places her hands up on the brown shiny desk. Despite the shine it's a bit old looking. But still taken care of.
It's covered in papers and a computer, keyboard in front.
A couple little knickknacks here and there.
It's not very personalized like I would expect from a woman like her. But it still has some character.
"Your interested in the notes?"
I nod.
"Hmm, you are the first."
I'm not surprised...
Most teenagers don't have time to worry about things like this. No one is going to come around to the office and ask about some pointless sticky notes on the lockers.
Well, no one except me.
"I'm more interested in why? And how you pick what goes on them."
She smiles.
"You used to go here right?"
I send her a nod.
"Do you happen to remember the woman who used to have my job? Lucy?"
Lucy?
The name itself doesn't ring a bell. But it doesn't really have to. I remember the woman she's talking about.
How could I forget?

I begin to twist my ring around my finger nervously.
"You know what? Forget it. It was silly. Have a good day."
I turn to leave, walking up to the heavy doors of the office. Pushing me weight on them. Hearing the light squeak as they open up for me.
"Miss Y/L/N!!"
I turn immediately hearing her raise her voice to call after me.
"Yes?"
She stands, hands clasped in front of her body.
"You have a bigger effect on the people around you than you may think. When your ready to have the answer to your question come visit me. The door is always open to you."

I don't say anything else.
I have nothing else to say.
I just leave.