Sloan's P.O.V.
"Taehyung, the banner isn't supposed to be crooked!" I groan as I look at my newly done banner hanging sideways in the grand hallway of the school.
"Well, I'm sorry. It's kind of hard to see clearly when you're the one putting it up." he seethe, attempting to straighten the banner as he singlehandedly makes it worse.
I sigh as I rub the area between my eyes. This is giving me a migraine. Whyd I have to choose taehyung for this job? Oh, yeah! You wanted a reason to ogle the boy freely without getting accused.
"You know what, just get down. I'll fix it myself." I wave off, stepping close to the ladder. Taehyung mumbles words and begins his descent down the ladder. Once he's firmly on the ground I shove my planner portfolio in his arms and work my way around him so I can climb myself up the ladder.
Keeping the angle it was crooked at in my mind, I adjust the banner to my liking and lean backwards a bit to see if it's straight. I smile in content of my work and dust my hands off before climbing down.
Only I was so focused on finishing my work that I hadn't recalled where the next rung down was.
"Sloan!" I hear taehyung's voice and a loud crashing noise above my shreik of terror. Before I can hit the ground, I land comfortable somewhere.
I repose myself and look to see Taehyung's eyes wide in panic and his breathing labored. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You could've seriously injured yourself!" he sets me down on my feet as he scorched my body for any injuries that could've been caused.
His arm is still wrapped around my waist tightly. We are at such a close proximity it's making my head dizzy. I've never been so close to him and his body and his lips.
"Are you okay?" his voice is more steadied now as he releases himself from me. I stumble immediately when he does so but yet again he's quick to catch me.
"Ow." I hiss, bending over to rub my ankle.
"Looks like you twisted your ankle. We should get you to the nurse." taehyung's bends slightly to look at my ankle.
"How do you suppose we do that when I can't even walk?" I ask in despair, completely oblivious to the possible ways I could move.
I could hop. I could side step as I drag my foot behind me. Oh, I could crawl! See, so many options so choose one you idiot.
Taehyung's tools his eyes at me before leaning over to pick up my binder and papers that had fell out when he dropped it. He eyes me carefully before hoisting me up into his arms bridal style like before.
"What are you doing?" I squeal, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Taking you to the Nurse, genius." he sits the binder in my lap and proceeds down the hall to where the main office is.
I cling myself to his body like a koala and attempt to hide my face as students passing by give us a knowing look. Some giving me eyes of pity while others wolf whistle at taehyung for "snatching a girl finally".
Oh, how embarrassing!
I faintly hear a door open and Taehyung's muscles contradict together to attempt carrying me at the same time as he opens the door.
I raise my head just in time to see the reactions of all the ladies working inside the office. "She fell off the ladder and I think she may have sprained her ankle." taehyung speaks up to the women before us.
I can see some of then in the back pointing and whispering at us. I'm aware Taehyung and the others are some of the best gossip to talk about upon office employees but do they really have to point out things? At least make it subtle.
"Oh dear, let's take care of that right away." one lady strays from her chair to go to a room in the back with Taehyung following. The light turns on and he sits me down on the bed inside. After placing me down, he stays firmly planted standing next to me.
"I'll call Mrs. Pepp and tell her what has happened. She'll come down to check you out in no time." she speaks before closing the door behind her. No, keep that door open!
Suddenly I'm feeling very shy around Taehyung and this feeling I have, I don't like that. Don't leave me alone with him!
Any other day I would be begging for this to happen but when he expressed his care and emotion for me after I fell, my heart jumped and I felt a jolt inside of me.
"If you would've just told me what way to straighten the banner then this would've never happened." taehyung sighs, pulling at the now loose strands of his hair.
"Excuse me! Are you saying this is my fault?" I point out accusingly with a scoff of disbelief.
I huff and lean back to collapse on the bed as I cross my arms. How dare he accuse me? If he would just take into consideration that I was trying to direct him and he kept waving them off them maybe he wouldn't be blaming me.
"You know, you're the one who didn't hang it up right in the first place." I murmer more to myself than him.
"Oh, so you're saying it's my fault now?" he stares at me incredulously. I can feel waves of anger in the air between us. Sparks are igniting as the airs combines because something else is there besides this anger we both feel.
"I never said it was your fault." I protests like a child, huffing. It's true, I didn't say it in words. Do I think that? Yeah.
"You stated it that way." he mocks me, turning around so he's no longer facing me but staring at the neatly done rocksheet wall.
A knock on the door is heard and both Taehyung and I turn our heads towards the sound. A woman that can't be much older than the both of us pokes her head through the opening crack of the door.
"May I come in? I'm Nurse Pepp." she smiles warmly. She sounds just as young as she looks.
I nod in response to her question. She opens the door wider for her to slip through before closing it once again with a soft click. After doing so, she makes her way over to the resting bed where I lay.
"I was told there was an injured ankle?" she smiles up at me.
Ah, got it.
Trini Pepp. She graduated from here two years ago when I was a meesly freshman. I knew that last name was familiar when I heard it. I'm glad I put it together or else I would've been embarrassed later.
"Now let's take a look here." she lifts the cuff of my pant leg slightly so she can see the damage that's been done. Taehyung is suddenly interested as he leans over my other leg to take a glimpse.
"Sloan, you and ladders." she shakes her head in a humorous matter. I gulp recalling freshman year.
"This isn't the first time?" Taehyung scolds me with wide eyes of concern.
"It wasn't my fault, I swear!" I jolt upwards, holding my hands up in a defensive position to show my innocence.
"In her defense, it really wasn't." trini defends me. That day was a horrible day really. Both times I have somehow done it in front of my crush.
"It was Freshman year. I was an aid for one of the teachers helping for the upcoming Snow Ball. She recruited me to help. Let's just say Patrick Everson doesn't know how to carry a ladder correctly. He ended up carrying not enough weight on one side so it was angled, he turned around and rammed me right in the leg." I giggle nervously at the memory. I unintentionally reach out to rub where the ladder had hit. Sometimes I can still feel the sting of that day. It's left its scar as a reminder.
