Don't you see me?

The boy stared at her, shaking his head a few times and trying to clear his sight. All he could see were swirls of colors and shapes; he could barely make out her face. The words spoken to him more than a few moments before seemed to rearrange themselves in his mind finally and he stuttered out, “F-fine…I’m f..” his hands clenched into fists as his eyes finally cleared up, the wide obsidian orbs fixing on the girl he had run into.

The girl reached out with one hand and rested it on the other's shoulder, thinking that it might calm him down, steady him. Was he running away from someone? The police, maybe? It was a possibility that he was an infamous criminal on the loose, but the fact that he had checked if she was okay had ruled it out of her mind. If he truly was a convict, he was at least a caring one, and that was all that she cared about.

It was only when he asked when she could suddenly feel the sudden ache of her shoulder and arm that was bumped, but it soon resided. She nodded with a smile, but her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes filled with concern. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks...but are you sure you're okay? You don't look very well." Dasom looked down at the now spilled coffee cup lying on its side, wondering what she could do. It wouldn't be right to just leave him in this condition. "Uhm, can I get you a drink or something? Maybe to make you feel better?"

A serious attempt at a frowning face of scary displeasure crossed his handsome features, only to be quickly dispelled by a fit of giggles, the young man incapable of taking it seriously and not wanting to frighten Dasom off. Drawing himself back, he scooted the plastic in the direction she had indicated. “To the left? Okay, how about here?” Glancing at the shorter girl, he shook his head to the negative with a small, slightly lopsided smile. “Nope, formality’s never really been my thing. You could call me pretty much anything you want.”

For perhaps the first time, he noticed the fact that she had been utterly alone here. Now, Chanshik wasn’t typically the oblivious sort, but a young, pretty and seemingly sweet girl like her should be with friends in pleasant free times like this, right? “Hey, uh, do tell me if I’m being forward here, but don’t you have something fun to do besides help me? Don’t get me wrong! I’m very appreciative for the help!”

"Grim looks? I think you need to get yourself a new mirror." A light giggle escaped her lips, which grew slightly louder after witnessing the total transformation of Chanshik's face. There was a big difference, now she understood why her first impressions of him leaned more onto the negative side. Dasom closed shut one eye as she brought the picture into better focus, tucking a strand of hair that interfered with her sight. After a few seconds of analyzing its position and straightness, she nodded and gave a thumbs up. "It looks better....well, to me. You should probably take a look too. You're the expert, after all!" Nodding, she started to move closer so she wouldn't have to raise her voice to be heard, being a generally quiet person. "OK, will do! That goes for me as well - I don't mind."

Offering a smile, she watched in silence once more. The girl wondered if the other outsiders were as friendly as him; she hadn't really interacted with them very much, although some of them were admittedly very nice and relatable. But then again, he was their leader for a reason, and for once she was actually thankful.

"Huh? Oh..." Dasom's smile faltered faintly, her hands suddenly fidgeting with her ends of her hair, "not really. I guess I don't have much to do every day. Helping you out would probably be funner than my usual activity, to be quite frank." She tilted her head as she laughed, although she was filled with confusion and curiosity. "I guess we have something in common! But...do you want to be doing this? I mean, would you rather be hanging out with friends? I don't know about the duties of a leader but if you wanted me to take over with something, I could try. Just so you could have a break or something." The girl crossed her arms, "That is a big shocker. Who wouldn't want to hang out with you?" Grinning, she shook her head.

A relaxed grin rested on J-Hope’s face as he made his way around town with a can of soda in one hand. One hand in his pocket, sipping at his soda he observed the lively streets of the town. The weather was nice, not too warm with a fresh crispness that represented fall. It was nice to have a break away from that school. He hummed quietly as he waited to cross the street, checking his phone for messages.

Without looking up, the boy heard the screeching of tires right before the sudden, unmistakable sound of metal crashing against metal. Hoseok froze, his fingers clenching around his phone as his eyes widened. He didn’t move as the crowd around him pushed past to get closer to the accident. He stayed still, even as ambulance sirens rang and the paramedics appeared. Finally tearing his gaze away from the ground, his eyes fixed on the scene ahead of him. He watched as a white sheet was thrown over the figure in the driver’s seat while a young child, no later than pre-teens was pulled unconscious from the passenger seat.

As she stepped out, she looked to the right, wishing to stay in town a bit longer before having to return to the excuse of a school. There was a park nearby that was almost always isolated due to its hidden location, which was relaxing yet also very eerie. As long as she could escape from people and noise, she was happy.

Dasom walked slowly on the pavement, examining each store and wondering where the nearest dairy was, when her attention was interrupted by loud sirens that rang in her ears. A few more vehicles with equal volume zoomed past her, and she stopped to look at what was happening. The incident didn't seem to be too far ahead. Continuously sipping on her coffee, the girl fastened her pace to get closer to the scene.

Hyorin,indeed,did not have the time for this.Almost saying it with an ensure tone,she lightly murmurs enough to be considered loud.”Shoosh.”Lifting her index finger to her red lips,she warns the girl to be quiet.”I’m going off to do some personal business.I’m not skipping my duties as a dorm mother,but I consider it a slight break.”Hyorin winks at the girl,tidying her coats and hair,she opens the door to revel the dark,night sky.

"Don’t worry,I’ll see you in a bit,hun.",Hyorin glances from her left shoulder to look at the other with a small cat eye,waving with her red,claw like hands.Like a cat,she disappears into the hallow,grim night,slamming the door shut.It was particularly obvious it was her,from looking at the coat she was wearing and the sounding of heels pit pattering the cobble stones of the sidewalk.Hyorin,finally relieved,she looks up at her work place.

Although surprised by her sudden departing, the dark haired girl bowed as she took her leave, but as Hyorin walked out of the door, she did not go back to her room. Instead, her eyes followed the figure outside until it disappeared within the looming darkness outside. Fortunately the school was not too poor or careless to not provide lights around the school, but it was obvious that the dim bulbs needed replacing, which almost made them equally as useless.

Without a reason or explanation, Dasom slung her bag over both shoulders and slowly opened the moderately heavy door, peeking out. Although her vision was limited and could not spot Hyorin, she could hear the faint tappings of what seemed like footsteps to the left. After looking both ways to avoid any roaming prefects who were waiting for their victims, she started to walk quickly in the same direction, her strides trying to match the continuous sounds of alternating steps. Once in a while, she could see the glimmering coat and swaying brown hair in front of her when lights were around, which reassured her that she wasn't lost or on the wrong track. 

Finally, the footsteps abruptly came into a halt, which made her stop walking two steps too late. Hyorin didn't seem to notice, however, as her back faced Dasom the whole time before entering the building. It was only then when she looked up to observe her surroundings. Because of the darkness, she wasn't sure where she was, but it couldn't have been far. The only problem was getting back.

As her eyes flickered towards the dazzling neon lights on the front sign, Dasom tilted her head in confusion. It was a restaurant that she had never seen before - but then again, she never went to such luxurious restaurants like these. Maybe Hyorin was on a date, or she was a cook. Dorm mothers were supposed to be good cooks, right? Dasom didn't know, and she wondered whether she was going to regret her decision. But she had come so far, and she didn't exactly know the way back, either. 

Well, that had been relatively painless. Chanshik wasn’t entirely sure why everyone scooted around acting like they were some kind of contagion. Sure, maybe he and the others didn’t really fit in totally one place or another and maybe they weren’t even very close with each other, but that was their greatest strength in his opinion. There was nothing more dangerous than underestimation and everyone underestimated the Outsiders. One day, they’d see the error of their ways or his name wasn’t Gong Chanshik.

With a shake of his head, the leader snapped back to attention and took the screw driver carefully. “Hmm, well I could use a good eye to make sure I put this up in the perfect spot, if you don’t mind. As to what it’s for, well, I noticed the old monitors don’t make the cut anymore.” Leaning forwards slightly, he confided in a conspiratorial tone, “beggars can’t be choosers, I know, but they kind of look like they’re from the ninety’s, don’t they?” Chuckling softly, he began sizing up one of the free walls carefully. “This way, we can get a better picture of what’s going on and plan accordingly. Preparedness is next to godliness, after all!”

"Oh, sure!" As she stepped a few steps backwards, her eyes diverted from the tools to the leader in front of her. A soft grin appeared on her face as she tilted her head slightly to the right, slightly confused at the relations of his statement. "The ninety's? I...I guess. That's a first, though!" A small laugh escaped her shiny lips as she talked. If only she had talked to him before.

"Likewise! And no, I don't mind helping. just let me know what you need!" Dasom smiled, but her eyes were filled with curiosity. In her mind she pictured everybody avoiding him and scattering when in his presence. Although she was sure this was not the case, it made her giggle.  "People think you're scary, Chanshik ssi?" It somehow felt reassuring that she wasn't that only one who didn't have anybody to talk to. Or maybe it wasn't the case.