( DISCONTINUED ) K-Pop AU︲Reaching For My Dreams

3: Friends?

Looking down at the young female, Y/N tilts his head as his face contorts into a confused expression. Ryujin, too embarrassed to say it out loud once again merely glares at him and pulls her deskmates' chair out.

"Sit"

"Uhm.. thanks?" Taking the opportunity as a gift sent from heaven, Y/N sits down next to the short-haired girl, the back of his mind hoping that she won't tear his head off at any given second.

"Don't take this as me liking you or wanting to be friends." Ryujin adds, making sure he doesn't get the wrong idea because Of course she does.

 "I'm only doing my duties as Class Rep. You hear that, I do not like you. Don't get any wrong ideas" She mumbles, making it clear that she does not want to be associate with him for any longer than neccesary.

Y/N gives an amused look, finding her actions very interesting which earns a quiet Hmph from the lady sitting next to him.

Without further ado, they start going over the notes and exercises from the topics that they covered doing class, as well as adding several new annotations to help the slightly lost male student who is now trying his best to solve an equation while his temporary tutor eats some of her mocha bread.

"Do you not have any lunch?" Ryujin munches off a bite of her bread, before drinking a sip of water to help her swallow it down.

"Nope. You did stop me before I got the chance to get it from the cafeteria." the young man chuckles as he looks up towards the ceiling, deep in thought trying to remember one of the hundred of, useless as he would say, formulas. 

"Yah! Not my fault you're so slow." She teases and wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket. Poking Y/N's shoulder, Ryujin breaks off the back half of her bitten mocha bread.

"Here stupid"

"Thanks ugly" Y/N shoots her a small finger heart as he gets a hold of the food. The newly given nickname earns him a slap on the shoulder which hurt more than it should've.

The tutoring session continues on calmly, coming to an end as the bell rings together with the mass of students swarming into the classroom. Y/N shuffles back towards his seat, giving the girl a small thank you hug- which Ryujin returned with another rather hard hitting slap on the shoulder- as he was finally able to get a better grasp of the subject. 

The latter half of the day is more exciting, the teacher covers more performance based topics, like different names of dance styles, different famous dancers and performers and just more of Y/N's cup of tea things. Sadly, compared to the first half of the day it comes to an end very quickly, causing the young boy to look at the clock on the wall rather angrily. 

As the bell rings, people (mostly females) swarm around Y/N's desk, bombarding the poor boy with questions.

"Are you Jimin from Bts' brother?"

"Can your brother sign my albums?!"

"You're so cute! What's your number?"

"Bro do you play basketball? Wanna join?"

The sudden amount of people attempting to interact with the quiet male makes him slightly scared and nervous as he does not know what to answer or say. He opens his mouth to try to muster up some answers but his train of thought is cut off by more voices and questions.

"YAH! PARK Y/N" Ryujin calls out from the doorway, a pile of books being held by her as she continues on. "Give me a hand to carry this to my car."

Taking the hint, Y/N bows to the small crowd of students surrounding him and snakes himself off towards the short-haired girl. Splitting the pile of textbooks in half, they make their way off the classroom as he mumbles a thank you to the female.

"Thank Ms Shin" he bows his head a bit before looking at her gratefully. 

"I'm quite awkward in those types of situations"

Ryujin gives the  taller boy another slap on the shoulder, making him panick a bit as the books nearly fall out of his hands when he winces against the stinging pain.

"Yah! Ryujin, you can call me Ryujin. We're friends right?"

Chuckling to himself as he recalls her words from the earlier tutoring session he merely nods and gives her a simple Of Course as they approach a black van with dark windows and an older woman on the driver's seat.

"This is me. Here's my number so text me when you have any questions about schoolwork or just to talk to me" She mumbles the last part under her breath. handing Y/N a piece of paper with her number written on it and taking her textbooks from him.

Y/N stands slightly dumbfounded as his new friend gets inside the van and drives off leaving him with nothing but her number on a piece of paper. Typing the digits on his mobile, he starts to slowly walk on the path towards his apartment bulding not bothering to put on his earphones yet.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice speaks out from behind him, making him jump slightly before calming his tiny little heart down.

"Oh Y/N the transfer student. You live this way too?"

A/N: Hey guys sorry for not updating much of my stories I just have other things to do, but I am trying <3       Any tips or suggestions on how to improve my writing or things to add to the story that you'd like are welcome down on the comments !