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BTS ~ Ouran High School Host Club AU

Based off of the lovely lilacmingi 's "BTS as Ouran High School Host Club Characters" imagine from her first BTS Imagines book (she has three, they're all amazing, and she has an ATEEZ imagines book for anyone who likes them, go show her some love uwu). A basic rundown of her pairings are as follows:

Jungkook as Kaoru
Taehyung as Hikaru
Jimin as Honey
Namjoon as Kyoya
Hoseok as Haruhi
Yoongi as Mori
Seokjin as Tamaki (i simped so hard for tamaki at first and now i simp for honey and mori oof)

I absolutely 100% agree with these pairings, and because BTS would be a fine host club irl, they will be one in our brains 🙃 so lesgoo!

Y/n's POV:

Ouran Academy is nowhere special.

I might be lucky to go here, but I really don't get the hype. Ordinarily, my family would have to mortgage our house to afford a tuition as monstrous as Ouran Academy's. Thanks to my scholarship, we don't.

Not like it matters anyway. I'm an outcast at this stuck-up school. No one looks at me, let alone talks to me. Unless it's the snobby rich girls laughing at me when I accidentally trip over my own feet.

Adjusting my uniform, I try to avoid the stares of the rich girls and stay on my feet. But it's too late—the floor is coming at me too fast and I don't put my hands out in time. I grunt in pain as my nose smashes into the floor. Tears sting my eyes as I hear the cackles of the girls who just saw my humiliating face plant.

"Oh, no. Are you okay?" A dark-haired boy in an Ouran blazer rushes to my aid, helping me up, and hands me a handkerchief. "Here. You, uh, have a little something."

I look down at where my nose smashed into the floor and see the slow drip-drip-drip of a growing crimson stain. Bringing my hand to my lower lip, it comes away with blood smeared on it. "T-thank you," I stammer. I accept the boy's handkerchief and press it to my nose, tilting my head back. "Sorry for staining it."

"Don't worry about it. And here. Tilt your head forward. It'll keep the blood from irritating your throat." With gentle hands, the boy tips my head forward. "There you go. Now pinch the bridge of your nose. It'll help stop the bleeding."

I do as he says, focusing on his shoes. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic for tripping over air like that," I say.

"Hey, it happens. My friend's a pretty big klutz, too. We call him the God of Destruction." He gives a nervous laugh. "I mean, he's not that bad. It's not like he breaks everything he touches."

"No, I get it. I'm the same way. Bull in a china shop, right?" I purse my lips, taking a quick glance up at the boy's face. It's...ethereal. Like he's not from this world. "Who's, uh, who's 'we?'" I ask, trying to keep myself from stuttering.

"Oh, sorry. You'll find out in a minute." Cautiously, he helps me get to my feet. He throws a glance to someone behind us—a boy with dyed dark silvery hair—and the two have a silent conversation before my knight in shining periwinkle guides me down the halls of Ouran Academy.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, unable to keep the shred of nervousness from my voice.

"Our club room," the boy responds. "You got a little something on your uniform. I don't think you'd want to keep walking around in it."