Heon Hyo pov
It was a long day, I was full of a lot of mixed emotions. I was sitting of the seat of the bus, which gently hummed along the street. I was hugging my bag which sat on my knees. All I wanted to do was get home, get in my bed and sleep. To be honest, I enjoyed the first day, I feel I have made at least one friend and have met, well bumped into interesting people like sang woo and Jung kook. I stared into blank space and thought about why yu-jin assumed I like jungkook. To be honest, I feel it's to soon to at least like him.
I was finally at my bus stop and walked home. It took what felt like 5 minutes until I got to my door step and I revealed my keys which belonged to my door. I walked in and dumped my blazer on a hook which held the coats. I climbed my light wooden stairs and entered my bedroom. I needed something to wake up so I got changed into a plain black top, which was a little baggy and I put on bright pink socks and some grey jogging bottoms. I wasn't meeting anyone, so I wore what I wanted; no matter how scruffy I looked. I went down stairs into our kitchen and I made myself a mango green tea. I put it into a pink cup which had a straw. I heaved my legs back up stair and plugged my phone into the speakers I had. I was home alone, so I knew it wouldn't bother anyone. I turned my speakers up and started playing black pearl by exo. The speakers were turned up so loud that I could see my cup; which was placed onto a table beside my bed, and it started vibrating to the voices of exo, (which at this time was kai.)
I flopped onto my bed and started singing along. After half an hour past, I remembered I had homework to do, so I reached to my bag and pulled out my maths homework I had. It was so boring, but my music cheered me up! The work took me a while to complete it. I opened my bag up to put it away, but then I noticed a piece of lined paper staring at me. Carefully I took it out and opened it and it was folded up. Carefully written had a number.
"Oh my god! who's number is this?" I mumbled to myself.
I held it in my hand and thought about the possibilities the owner of this could be. I doubt it's jungkook's; he doesn't seem like the person to do that. The only person I could think of was Sang woo. I remembered he patted my back.
"THAT'S IT!" I shouted
He must of snuck it into my bag, that son of a bitch. I got out my phone and typed in the number and wrote "Sang woo, why the hell did you give me your number?"

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Fanfictionthis is a kdrama inspired fan fiction of BTS' jungkook (no smut) this features bad language