Different {completed}

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~Yoona Point of View~

I sighed deeply. This was the most boring class, in which I sat right at the back. I twiddled the pen in my hands, staring out of the window and wishing I was anywhere but here. Normally I'm quite interested in class, but today I wasn't feeling it. Something felt off; my concentration was elsewhere; I felt hot and bothered. My head was starting to throb and my eyes kept losing focus. I could feel sharp pains in my back, and I didn't understand why. What's wrong with me?

I checked my phone under the table to see the time - 10:00am. I smiled at my phone lock screen - it was a picture of BTS. They were awesome, with so much talent... I could listen to their music 24/7. My eyes lingered on one particular member; the youngest of the group. Jeon Jungkook... My smile grew wider as I slipped it back into my pocket and stared at the front, attempting to tune back into whatever the teaching was saying, and ignoring the pain that was growing in my back.

Why is it so chilly all of a sudden? I rubbed my arms in an attempt to warm them.

Suddenly, the classroom door swung open. I glanced at it, before doing a double take...

"JUNGKOOK?!" I gasped, my classmates were turning to look at me but I couldn't care less. The Jeon Jungkook from Bangtan Sonyeondan was standing in my classroom. What?!

I quickly jumped out of my seat, rushing and swung my arms around him without realising, I was just too happy! He chuckled, and I let go awkwardly.

"So you're a fan?" He smiled, showing his beautiful big grin. I couldn't help but grin back, taking in his handsome features and glossy dark brown hair. I nodded, speechless. What is he even doing here?!

"How... Why... What?! How come you're here...?" I asked, still in shock.
He chucked again at my expression. "Well actually there's something-"

He stopped abruptly. He stumbled, and before I knew it I was pinned against the wall, Jungkook in front of me.

"What are you doing," I whispered, scared.
His eyes had turned from chocolate brown to solid black, and were now hollow pits of darkness, filled with malice. His expression had changed from friendly to fearsome, and a small snarl escaped from his throat. His hair was now jet black and his skin had drained of colour. I'd never been so scared... This wasn't Jungkook!

"Who are you, please let me go!" I whimpered, struggling against his tight grip. He smirked, and leaned in closer.
"No way, beautiful..."
I shut my eyes; I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, and braced myself.

"NO!"

A shout and a thump made me open my eyes as the weight was lifted off me. I trembled at the scene in front of me. Jungkook was lying on the floor, his face angled towards the wall so I couldn't see it. That must have been the sound, he must have been thrown against the wall. I looked around at the new arrivals - Rap monster was inspecting Jungkook, maybe checking that he didn't have any major injuries. Suddenly a pair of arms embraced me, and I relaxed into them; tears were still running down my cheeks and my knees felt weak. I pulled back, and looked up to see the concerned face of Jimin.

"It's okay...," He rubbed my back gently and wiped away my tears. I thanked him before Rapmon coughed, signalling that he needed our attention.

"Yoona..."

How did he know my name?!

"This must be very confusing for you, I understand. But please listen to what we have to say."

I looked at Jungkook, who was still unconscious on the floor, and stared back at Rapmon. Behind him stood Suga and Jimin.

I wonder where the others are?

I nodded, and he let out a deep breath.
"This is going to sound extremely unbelievable, but here goes...
The human world is not the only world that exists. We are not human, we are of a different species. BTS is not just a music group, it is an organisation that seeks out more of our kind. And... You're different. Just like us."

My eyes widened as I watched the three of them. They radiated a subtle aura; each person's aura was a slightly different shade but all were light colours - Suga's was completely white, Jimin's was a pale cream, and Rapmon's was a very pale green.
My mouth dropped open, and I just stared, dumbfounded. Their eyes were flecked with gold; matching the subtle gold highlights in their hair.

What even is this?!

Suddenly two sharp pains shot through my back and I let out a cry, dropping to my knees. Suga was the first to my aid, grabbing my hand and steadying me.

"And just after someone turns 18, it is their time to decide. It is now your time to decide. You have two choices - we can make you forget everything that has just happened, and you can live as normal as if nothing ever happened. Or, you can accept what you are... And become one of us." Rapmon stated, looking straight at me with piercing eyes.

I shivered slightly. "What are you?" I managed to whisper.

He smiled. "Well... I wouldn't know what to call ourselves. But we're good," He assured, and somehow I trusted him. I remembered Jungkook, and turned to look at him still sprawled in the corner.

"So what is he?" I whispered.

Rapmon's smiled faltered. "He's... He was one of us, until...he was poisoned. He is poisoned and is now part us, part them." He said the last word with hatred. I didn't want to ask about who "them" was.

I silently got up and walked to Jungkook, and knelt down. I could see the other three watching my every move.

"Jungkook..." I gently placed his head on my lap, and stroked his hair. He had returned to normal, and looked like any ordinary guy sleeping. He looked so peaceful and handsome, and my heart ached for him even though I didn't even know what he was, just that it was bad.

"I want to be one of you," I blurted out before I knew what I was saying.

All three of them grinned.

"I knew you'd accept what you are," Jimin smiled.

I could feel my head getting dizzy. I stood up, and stumbled forward; the room was spinning. I cried out as I felt as if I was stabbed in the back... In the reflection of the window, I saw two wings sprout from behind me, pale grey in colour. I gasped one last time before my eyes shut of their own accord. The last thing I felt was someone clasp me in their arms before I blacked out all together.

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