eidolon | kim taehyung

• seven •

it was peculiar.

odd, she thought, the hallways of the normally busy school now seemed so quiet.

she was used to the alert, active atmosphere of the high school, but as she continued to wander the empty, quiet halls of the building, little by little, she embraced how it now brought a more peaceful side of that world.

she breathed in, grinning slightly to herself at the smell of the morning dew and the melody of the swaying trees and songbirds, and made her way to her classroom.

yesul stood outside, hearing mr. park talking on his telephone. she breathed out, rocking back and forth from her heels to her toes as she waited patiently.

she turned around, putting her hands on the window to peek if the teacher had finished the call.

"make sure he doesn't miss another dose. o-okay? i'll send the money there soon. take care of him."

figuring he had finished upon hearing the last okay's and alright's, yesul knocked hesitantly on the door, slowly opening it.

"alright. thanks, jisung."

the man put down the phone, slightly startled at yesul waving behind him. he chuckled lightly, giving the student a bright grin.

"good morning, mr. park." yesul smiled, bowing politely to the man.

"you're here!" he said excitedly, looking at his wristwatch with squinted eyes, "and very early too." he added.

"oh, a-am i too early? i'll just come back later then," yesul grabbed her bag, but before she could exit, the man had said, "no, no, stay!" he chuckled, walking back to his table.

"punctual, one of the marks of a good writer." he said, fixing his glasses. yesul sat down in front, tilting her head as she listened. "looks like you're destined to be one." he smiled.

destined, huh? yesul thought.

the teacher breathed out, before putting his hands together. "alright, the others should be here in a minute." he grinned.

and not a minute after, footsteps and light chuckles adorned the air. "ah! there they are, my young poets!" he chuckled, watching the three students enter one by one with a big smile on his face.

yesul gulped.

her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

writers. there were writers, like her, right then and there.

two of the members looked slightly older, and the other looked younger, and a bit familiar.

yet nevertheless, yesul glanced at them in awe.

mr. park breathed out, "welcome, my poets. to our poetry club." he smiled warmly, looking at everyone with immense pride shining in his eyes. "so, since this is our first official meeting, why don't we start with introducing everyone?"

yesul could feel her heart in her throat, unable to suppress her wide smile from under her lips.

"let's start with our senior members, huh?" the teacher remarked, nudging the arm of the boy beside him jokingly, earning a shy chuckle from the student.

he stood in front, grinning warmly at everyone sat in front. "hi everyone. my name is kim namjoon. eighteen years old, and i am, well, was, the president of the poetry club since i was fourteen." he chuckled, scratching his nape.

"but mr. park's favorite snatched that position so, i'm glad to be your secretary for this year." he smiled brightly, slightly cynically, "what a down grade, am i right?" he whispered to the other members.

he ran back to his position beside mr. park, receiving a flick on his forehead from the teacher almost immediately. the both of them laughed, and the club had laughed along with them.

"next is your other senior, right here." mr. park watched the boy with black hair and pale skin walk shyly to the front, gummy smile evident.

"hi, i'm yoongi. i'm 20, and i'm currently the school librarian," and to that, yesul's mouth dropped in awe, "if any of you are wondering why i'm so old, i'm taking a gap year before i go to college." yoongi said, the members laughing lightly at his bluntness.

"i'm glad to be here and see new faces." he grinned at yesul, and yesul bowed shyly. "keep writing, guys."

yesul clapped along with the others, turning her head to grin kindly at everyone.

"up next, our juniors." he smiled at the girl seated next to yesul. she stood up, fixing the pair of wide-framed glasses she was wearing on her nose bridge.

yesul looked at her in wonder; it was the girl from yesterday. she had milky skin and hazel, short hair, which had been braided into pigtails. yesul smiled. she found the girl very pretty, and she pondered on how amazing her writing would likely be.

"hi, my name is ahn mija. i'm 15, and i'll be handling our, exposure, i'd say, to the school." she said, a small grin on her lips.

"i know our club seems a little, little, right now, but," she clasped her hands together, "i know there are many students like us. who write their feelings away because no one thinks it's valid. but we'll find a way, to be able to welcome them to a family who believe that emotions are something that should be treasured," she looked at yesul, whose eyes were twinkling at her words,

"not shamed." she smiled.

"she gets like this, you'll get used to it." namjoon nudged yesul's shoulder, and she giggled, "no, i-i thought that was wonderful." she grinned widely at the girl.

"well, i-in slightly shorter words, mija here will be your, public relations officer." mr. park put his hand on her shoulder, still lightly taken aback by the words of the student.

"alright, lastly, our new member." mr. park looked at yesul with pride in his eyes.

"you ready, yesul?" mr. park grinned, and the others clapped cheerfully. yesul inhaled, almost unable to stand with the amazement she had for the poets in the room. she stood up, extremely nervous, yet felt reassured when she saw the welcoming smiles across the room. she breathed out.

"h-hi, i'm lee yesul, i'm fifteen. i," she looked back at mr. park to see his reaction, and he simply nodded and mouthed to her, "tell them."

"i love to write, a-and i'm so glad that i get to be with amazing writers like all of you. th-thank you."

and after a second of silence, a wave of loud applause  filled the room, the other members smiling warmly at the girl.

mr. park stood up, standing beside the girl. "yesul will be your new vice president. so, she'll be handling our work with the—wait, where's the president?" his eyebrows furrowed, searching for the student.

yoongi laughed, "probably late again."

then in an instant, a black haired, brightly smiling ball of energy rushed into the room, startling yesul slightly.

"there you are, right on time, too, i must say." the teacher chuckled, and the president let out a breathy laugh,

wait,

"oh, are we doing introductions?" the student had panted, scratching his nape. namjoon chuckled, "yeah, since 10 minutes ago."

the student chuckled. "alright, i'll go."

isn't that—

"hello everyone! my name is jeon jungkook. i'm 15, and, i'm the president of the poetry club."