School
(y/n)'s POV
My mom found a new school for me. It’s a new campus here in Korea and its said to have the best teachers.
I walked in to get my schedule and immediately went to class. There were a lot of students in the school and I wasn’t used to it. Mom usually chooses small schools with only a little students but I always had to wear uniforms in those schools.
She said that I should get used to big schools while I’m young because once I get to university there will be more students present. She also said that she didn’t want to buy uniforms for me anymore so she picked a school without one.
I wasn’t good at socializing and I am NOT good at making friends. Every time I’d make some they’d leave me because of my jokes. In my old schools my friends would always be boys because I wasn’t that girly.
The only times I would be girly is when I’d go somewhere with my mom, and every time that happens I would always bump into one of my guy friends which is so Annoying.
“Hey babe! Have plans later?” I heard someone shout from the other side of the room. I was the only girl in the classroom right now and it was awkward because the boys here are actually hot.
I ignored them, thinking they were talking about something I shouldn’t get involved with or just joking around, so I took my phone out of my back pocket and started to text some person I found in my contacts.
I messaged him again and again, after hearing that the phone of the person shouting was also receiving texts. I looked up from my phone and looked at the person not knowing if it was him I was texting.
He went towards me and slammed his hands on my desk along with his phone. I gasped and avoided looking at him. His friends were surrounding me so I didn’t have space to run away. I stayed put in my seat not wanting to cause more trouble.
“Give me your phone.” I looked at him hesitantly and grabbed my phone, clutching it tightly so that he couldn’t grab it from me.
“Whats your name, babe?” I muttered my name making him jump back in surprise.
“(Y/N)?!” He screamed back in surprise. I then, finally had the courage to look at him in the eyes. His hair was long and it looked like a brown bowl was on his head. He looked extremely familiar and his voice as well, but I forgot who he was.
“Its me Jungkook. Don’t you remember me?” He said excitedly. Its still didn’t ring a bell though. I don’t recognize his eyes or his face. Maybe because he changed a lot?
“Sorry Jungkook, I don’t remember...” an obviously sad look was drawn on his face but was soon erased when he got a supposed to be bright idea.
“Okay. Well then lets start over. I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’m 15.” he then pointed to his left introducing the two others with him.
“This is Jimin and the other is Hoseok but you can also call him Jhope.”
.
.
.
