Newcomer

First Day

Forks High School is about as plain as Yoongi expected. He's noticed that cooler weather schools seem to be less vibrant than those in warmer states. He doesn't care, it's just a building, but he notes that his old high school is infinitely prettier than this one. The parking lot is swamped with kids, the lot of them bustling around the lot as if it's a playground. Yoongi huffs as he has to pay extra attention to the road to avoid hitting anyone. Well, he usually does. Except it's early in the morning and there's no reason as to why everyone is lingering in the parking lot.

Luckily, he finds a spot close enough to the entrance of the school that makes the daunting "new kid" walk much shorter. He parks and hastily gets out of the car, trying to blend in as much as he can with the crowd. It doesn't work.

"Hey!" A kid calls to him, and Yoongi turns to the voice.

"I like your truck." Yoongi doesn't look at the kid long enough to make out his face.

"Thank you."

From the outside, the school does not look nearly as big as it actually is. He's only a few steps in and he's already lost beyond belief. He keeps fumbling around with his schedule, albeit secretly. If anyone notices how lost he is, he'll surely combust in his boots.

"Hey! New kid!" Fuck.

A new body falls in step beside him, and Yoongi has no choice but to have a conversation. He looks up and, okay. Could be worse. The boy is cute, with a bright smile and a nose that frames him in a good way. His hair is black and he's asian.

"Hi." Yoongi greets. God, could he be any more awkward?

"Hey! You're Yoongi, right? Yoongi Min?" Yoongi nods. "Fantastic! My name's Hoseok Jung, I'm president of the school newspaper here, and the office told me you were coming today. I'm your official tour guide, friend!" Hoseok speaks fast, but he's so friendly, Yoongi's grateful he has someone to talk to for questions.

"Oh, okay. Nice to meet you, then." He responds, Hoseok quirks a brow.

"Nice to meet me now? If I was a random person coming up to you, you wouldn't think it would be nice to meet me?" Yoongi spluttered, trying to come up with a response but his pea brain is letting words explode. Hoseok smiles brightly. "I'm kidding! C'mon, I'm not that lame. But hey, smile for the camera, baby! You're gonna make the front page!"

"What?" Yoongi hisses, but he catches himself quickly, "Actually, could you like not? I'm not really... I don't like-"

Hoseok's smile somehow grows brighter. "Hey, hey! It's okay. I won't put you in. Newspaper boy's honesty." He crosses his fingers over his heart, and Yoongi can't help but relax at the gesture.

"Now come on! Let me show you around."

As stated previously, the school is humongous. Hoseok shows him around every corner, and doesn't leave an inch unexplored. They also have some classes together, which he finds comfort in. Hoseok is nice, he's funny, and he's cute. He's definitely someone Yoongi wants to be friends with. But now they're in gym, and Yoongi's starting to hate him.

"Come on, Yoongi! Just serve!" Hoseok urges.

"No, Hoseok. I'm so shit at this sport I-"

"Hit the ball, Yoongi Min!"

In a moment of frustration, Yoongi lets out a groan and serves the ball. He was hoping for one of those cliché movie moments where they suddenly figure out he's got extreme talent, but when the ball curves to the fucking right like a boomerang and smacks into some kids head, Yoongi realizes he's useless.

"What the fuck?" The kid hisses, and Yoongi immediately rushes over.

"I'm sorry! I told him not to let me play, I suck ass." He apologizes, and the kid looks up from where he's patting his head.