"Please Take Care of Me" (1/1)

"Please Take Care of Me"   The alarm clock rung, making me jump and hit my head against the head board of my bed. "AISH," I shouted. I smacked the alarm clock even though it wouldn't shut up. "Be quiet!" I yelled at the dumb thing. I threw it across the room, making it smash into the wall. It stopped ringing. The door flew open and my umma came rushing in. "What was that noise?" She had a spatula in her hand, ready to use it. I smiled to myself. "My alarm clock wouldn't stop ringing," I explained. She sighed in relief. "Thank goodness." Then she looked at me. "You know you shuldn't do that, LaeJoon-ah," she scolded. I nodded and dragged myself out of bed, kissing her on the cheek. "Arasso, arasso. It's alright now mom." She nodded and followed me out. My dad was looking for jobs in the newspaper. I went up to him and kissed him on the cheek, too. "You'll find a job soon, Appa."He smiled and sipped his water. "Well, I don't need to find one so soon anymore," he said, folding the newspaper back up. "Huh?" I asked, confused. He's always been looking for a job ever since he lost it in the summer. "Oh, you'll be late! Go get ready!" Umma shouted at me, rushing me up the stairs. I lost my thought and got ready quickly, putting my uniform on in such a rush, my tie wasn't tied on. I flew down the stairs and grabbed a spoonful of rice and left, grabbing my bike and riding off to school. "BYE!" Umma hollered to me. I was rounding the corner, but I still yelled back, "BYE!" "Ow!" someone shouted as I began to fall off my bike and onto the dirt, getting my white shirt dirty. "Aish..." I tried to wipe it off and I looked up to see who I had ran into. It was some cute guy with colored hair and he looked seriously displeased. He gave me a dirty look. "What's your problem?" he asked, his tone snotty and rude. I scoffed. "Excuse me?" I asked, appalled by his tone. "Are you deaf? Watch where you're going, pumpkin," he said, dusting off his jacket. "BWOH?" I got up, planting my feet firmly on the ground. "What did you just call me?!"He gave me the "are you seriously that stupid" look and he straightened his jacket out, glaring at me. "Why don't you put your eyes in and watch where you're going, huh?" He frowned and walked away, heading in the direction of my house.  I stood there, dumbfounded. Who is this guy? Who does he think he is?After I got over the shock, I pulled my bike back up and got on it, only to find that my knee was scratched up really bad and it was bleeding. "Ah," I squeaked. "Aish~""Are you okay?" someone shouted.I looked up and saw someone running to me. He had blond hair and he was carrying suitcases in his hands; they looked really heavy, too. Who is...?He dropped the suitcases and unzipped one, taking out a first aid kit. "No, it's okay. I'm almost late--" "Shh." He ignored my protests and touched my calf, protected by my socks. Then he reached up and touched the back of my lower thigh, making me widen my eyes in surprise. "Ya, what are you--?""Almost done," he stated, his tone light and happy. "And~~~DONE~" he sang, completely happy. I looked down and saw my knee bandaged up. I touched it and it didn't hurt, since it had that thing over it. I looked back at the guy and he was smiling. "You're welcome," he cooed. He picked up his stuff after putting the first aid kit back in the suitcase and he headed the same way as the rude guy with the jacket. I tried to think it was just a coincidence, but I wasn't so sure if it was. Are our neighbors moving?I live on a street with only seven houses and I know everyone who lives there. There is only one family with a kid living there and that's where my best friend, HaHim, lives. The rest are retired people and they're not moving any time soon. So...why are they going down my street?I turned and looked around the corner, searching for the nice guy and the rude guy, but they were no where to be found. Huh...?I leaned in more, wondering if they went in the fields. I don't see anyone."Watcha doing?" I screamed and spun around quickly, just to find another guy with colored hair. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and he leaned down to my height, getting quite close to my face. "Are you a stalker? A baby stalker." He smiled, like I knew exactly what that meant. How in the world would I be a baby? I'm almost sixteen!I gave him a weird look that he obviously didn't understand becuase he just continued to smile. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Alright. Here you go." He handed me a picture of a dark...bunny? And it had a sloppy, unreadable signature on it. He winked. "Since you can't admit it yet, I'll let you off this time." His smile was addicting when you've looked at it for a long time, just like the guy who had helped me with my knee. I'm not sure if the guy with the jacket had an addicting smile...I looked down at the ground, hiding my blush when I realized that he was carrying suitcases, too. "Why are you carrying suitcases?" I asked, looking at him. "Oh, one's not mine. Zelo's just super annoying and can't carry his own and now Daehyun's carrying one of mine and Himchan's now stuck with three suitcases." He laughed. All of those names seemed completely new. I've never met a Himchan or a Daehyun and a...Zelo? Well, of course not. That's a super weird name. Is it a real name though?He leaned back up and waved goodbye to me as best as he could with a suitcase in his hand. "Bye, agussi!" He walked away towards my street again. A beep made me jump, but it was only my cellphone. I looked down and saw the time. I'm five minutes late! When I got to school, I was in trouble, of course. "Okay, Miss Moon, you can get up now," my teacher said.  I bowed and got up, almost falling over. "T-thank you." I bowed again. She stuck her nose up--literally--and walked away. "LaeJoon-ah!" I looked over and saw HaHim running towards me. She ran and hugged me. "First class was horrible without you!" I smiled and hugged her back. "Well, I was kind of delayed by some weird guys."She broke the hug and looked at me. "What's up with you? You've got dirt on your shirt and a thing on your knee." She looked sincerly worried, but she didn't need to be. "It's nothing," I said seriously. She eyed me like she wasn't convinced, but she let it go, knowing I didn't really feel like talking about it. I turned and she called my name again. "Huh?" I asked, looking at her. "What's this...?" She looked at the piece of paper that I got from that crazy guy who asked if I was a baby stalker. "Just something one of the weird guys gave me. It's nothing." I was going to throw it in the trash, but she caught it before it could land on all of the garbage. "What are you doing?" she asked, hugging the piece of paper to her chest. "What do you think you are doing?""Um...Throwing something useless away..." I looked around, seeing if she was playing a prank on me. "Useless? How could this precious thing be useless? LaeJoon-ah. I know you don't listen to music from our time--which you totally should--but this is something totally valuable!" She looked at it with admiration. "Then you keep it.""REALLY?" she squealed as she jumped up and down. "Wait, why is this thing so important?" I asked her, confused. "This is Yongguk's signature! From B.A.P!" She hugged it even tighter and she squealed in delight again. "Should I know who that is?" She opened her mouth but someone spoke before she could get the words out. "Should I be hurt by that?" We both spun around and I saw the rude guy with the jacket looking down at me. Holy crap he's tall. I never noticed before since he was farther away...HaHim screamed quietly and pointed at him. "Z-Z-Zelo!" She quickly grabbed a pen and gave him the picture with the weird bunny on it. "S-s-s--""Sign?" he finished for her. She nodded, not speaking. While he was signing she looked at me with wide eyes, like she couldn't believe it was happening. He was done signing in a couple of seconds and then he gave it back to her and smile, winking effortlessly. Then he turned to me, revealing a smile that was actually very addicting. "Please take care of me." He bowed ninety degrees and then looked up, a smile playing on his lips. HaHim gasped. "What is that about?" she whispered. He smiled at her exclaim. I shrugged and laughed. "I have no clue."Five other boys with colored hair--including the one who had helped me and the one who was crazy--appeared behind him and bowed ninety degrees, too. "Please take care of us," they said in unison. "What is...?" I was dumbfounded. Again. "B.A.P!" HaHim shouted as she began to ask all of the guys for signatures. B.A.P?The rude guy walked past her and he bent down to be eye level with me, closer than the crazy guy who had asked me that ridiculous question. "You're the girl I bumped into this morning, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, but why would I take care of you?" "We're living in your house from now on." He smiled a smile that I'm sure every girl found irresistable, but in this situation I couldn't care about it less. "My house?" I asked, laughing. "That's impossible. We're not a boarding house, you know.""Yes. You are apparently." He winked and walked away. They're living in my house?!   Sorry for the longer chapter, but please comment and subscribe. No silent readers please. I love it when people comment~Hope to update soon and it'll get better, don't worry. Bye~!:)