Persona, who the hell am I?
*starts playing Power by Kanye West*
*insert dramatic entrance here (Yoongi would be so proud)*
The names' L/N, Y/N L/N. Welp, if the introduction weren't explanatory enough, let me explain again - I AM A TAD BIT DRAMATIC. Well, at times when I feel the lack of attention. Actually, I'm an angel, a fallen one😏(I'm so effing cringe)
Okay, maybe I'm not THAT much of a dramatic.
Now, without further a do, let's get this bread.
Hey, I'm Y/N. 18 years old in a place I've never ever been to, let alone dream of. South Korea. I know, I know, it's a bit ridiculous trying to to figure out why here of all places, I mean I could've went to the Bahamas and enjoyed the clear turquoise blue waters and white sands or the busy lifestyle of the constantly fast moving New York - but no, I WANTED to be here. Plus, I'm broke -_-.
I felt like the change of scenery would be good. So I thought, why not go to some place where people speak a language you can't understand. What the flying fxck was I thinking? I don't even know a single thing about this place apart from the fact that the entire of Korea is split in two.
But I mean straying away from the norm never hurt anyone, right? I mean even if it did, I wouldn't care. I do as I please, and besides a little rebel never killed anyone. *Insert chuckle here.*
I have the potential to do great things in life. I want to leave my mark on people, I want to leave behind something that I will be remembered by, like the people I look up to. So why not leave them with a good "fish out of water" story and a damn good legacy. Okay, that's enough Revrend Y/N. Nah, I'm just kidding - I'm actually here because it's where I go to university.
Shocking? I can't believe it either, I'm going to freaking university. Externally fangirls. Look old people, I made it! Yeah, seems a bit far fetched, to be in a Korean speaking country when the only words you know are "Annyeonghaseyo" and "Ssibal" (fxck). Those words that got you out of a conversation as fast as you got in.
"Ah! Y/N" "Ne? Aish, annyeonghaseyo"
"Gwaenchanayo chingu?" "Uhhhh, ah, ssibal" "Eh, annyeong, ha ha (walks away awkwardly)"
Literally every conversation ends like that. Well except for that one lady at the ramyeon stall near the convenience store. Because I say "Gomabseubnida" oh wait, make that 3 words.
Actually, maybe I know more than just 3 words, well technically they're names of things that are edible and can't really be used to initiate a full blown conversation with proper sentences. So, they're pretty much futile at times, except when you're ordering food. Ah, food....
Lol, imagine a conversation in which you reply with names of food......
"Annyeong Y/N" "Annyeong" "Gwaenchanh-a?" "Ne, tteokbokki?" "Mwo?!" "Uh, hehe👉👈" Okay, maybe let's just stop imagining, that's just embarrassing.
Hobbies? Hmmmm... Oh yesssss, gyming. Lol, who am I kidding? The only type of gym that I actually ever made use of was a jungle gym, the kind that you probably played with in kindergarten. *Wipes away single tear as I reminisce the last good workout I had.* Probably like 12 years ago or somethin'.
I hate all things that make me look feminine. Gahhhhh, I just hate being girly. Just the heels and dresses and Lordt, don't get me started about the makeup - let's not go into that abyss. I am actually more of a tom boy, well not too much, but enough to know that I'm still one of the female species. I can't live without my hoodies, pullovers, skinny jeans, sweatpants, baggy shirts, and not to forget my pride and joy - sneakers. Either those or just my good ol' pjs which I swear by and practically live in.... concerned? You shouldn't be, it's not like I have that great of a social life anyways.
I'm not a social bee but I'm not anti-social either. I've just got this wall, "my safe haven". Only few have ever been able to see through it, I still wonder how, it's like they knew the correct combinations to unlock my heart for some odd reason. Sure I may have a decent conversation and I may tell you things but it doesn't mean that you know me....ya feel me?
I guess I'm ayt, well according to my friends, I'm cold. Like how the even, I talk to other people at least once a week. I guess circumstances make people a certain way, not that anything major has happened to me. Guess I'm just in my feels and not everyone knows this, suppose that's why I have walls.
And my friends? They keep me sane - those 2 idiots, Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon . Those 2 are my life. Along with my pup - Kim Taehyung, my mochi - Park Jimin, my sunshine - Jung Hoseok and my eomma - Kim Seokjin.
I never knew a single soul when I moved here to Seoul (ew) , well except for the few Kpop artists I knew but that was of no use, Jay Park and G Dragon couldn't get me far :'( . It all changed one night, at about 12:45 while I was reorganizing and redecorating my newly bought student apartment, literally setting down the last succulent on the little table in the living room, I heard a loud knock on the door. "Holy fxcking shit!!!!!"
I was a panicking mess, it was the first time that I was legit shitting myself. I searched the room for something weapon worthy just in case it was a burgaler. Until my eyes landed on it - a frying pan. Perfect! I gripped onto the handle and then thought to myself, "WAIT - if it really was a burgaler, why would he knock?" I facepalmed myself and walked over to the door still holding the frying pan at a good angle to get a good shot, what? Safety first.
I looked through the peep hole to see a greyish blondish mop against my door - weird. I was about to walk away until I heard the mop groan. 'That aint no mop kid'. I quickly opened the door to let in the mop that was clearly not in a good state.
"Wha are youuuu doin in my aparmen?~ " he asked in a calm slurred tone as he entered. He was drunk. "Uhm, this is my apartment" "Righh, I dun have this much ligh in mine haha~" He was about to fall to the ground, I quickly grabbed the clearly unstable hooman "Okay Mr, let's get you to a couch" "You smell like strawbabies" "Whut? 😕"
As he layed, sprawled over my couch, he kept on making some inhuman sounds that made me question his existence - so I offered him the first thing that popped into my head -coffee. He waddled his way over to the little kitchen and sat on the spinny chair at the marble counter top, looking at me as I made his beverage.
I handed him the warm cup and watched him inhale the heavenly scent of the coffee I stole from home and snuck onto my luggage. He brought the grey mug to his lips and took a sip, shortly giving a little smile of satisfaction. No lie, he was cute in the most humble way possible.
"So what's your name Strawberry?" I guess the coffee kinda worked, he sobered up a bit. "Hm? I'm Y/N, nice to meet you~...?" "Yoongi" he extended his hand for a handshake. I shook his hand and laughed at the memory of him standing on my living room table, arguing that he was actually a kitten.
"Nice to meet you Little Meow Meow" "Pleasure is all mine Strawbaby"
It was at this moment that I realised that this was a start to a beautiful friendship.
Annnnnd Heyyyyyy. I'm so sorry if this chapter is kinda sucky. Please don't be a silent reader, i would really appreciate if you would give some feedback on what i should improve, or give some recommendations for new ideas. Thank you for getting this far😭😭😭😭