Promise // Min Yoongi Fanfic

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School. What goes through your head when you hear that word? Hatred, fear, excitement? Every time anybody mentions school, I automatically think boredom.

Is there really a reason for us to be in school the majority of the time? I mean, all we do is sit in a room with people we don't like and get talked at by more people that we don't like. And for the most part, the feeling is mutual.

"Okay, settle down kids! We have a new student joining us today. Please introduce yourself."

"Annyeonghasaeyo, Lee Haneul imnida."

This is the fifth school I've been in, in two years. I used to enjoy school until it practically became temporary considering I only ever stayed a couple months in each one.

My parents had passed away when I was 9 and I've been living with my Aunt Eunhye ever since.

She's a successful businesswoman and we've been moving around a lot due to her love of travel, and her many business opportunities. She got married two months ago and had only told me Saturday that we were moving here. Today's Monday.

I don't think I can handle this much longer. It's absolute torture to make a normal person move around this much, let alone a lazy one.

"Haneul has moved around a lot and has just come back from America. Please treat her kindly."

"Ne," the class responded.

I bowed and walked over to the empty seat Kim seonsaengnim had told me to sit. I was surrounded by 7 weird looking guys that all stared at me as I was walking here.

There was one guy in particular that caught my eye. He glared at me as if I had just stabbed his cat right in front of his face. Weird.

I sat down and opened my notebook and got ready for the insanely boring lesson that I knew was about to come.

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Lunch time had rolled around and I was already so ready to leave this place.

What was up everybody's butt today? Other than the teachers, most of them at least, every person I've seen has either rolled their eyes at the sight of me, or had simply acted as if I was nothing and literally walked right at me.

What's a 5'2 girl supposed to do when people practically attack her? Scurry away. But doing that just further made everyone stare at me with intensely judgemental looks.

I walked into the cafeteria and sat down at the only empty table that was furthest away from people.

I took out a small bento box with traditional Japanese food that was prepared by the head chef at home.

Yeah. Head chef. Since we moved into a fricken' mansion with a staff and everything, I thought I might as well take advantage of it and get some good food.

I took out my chopsticks and was about to start eating until the already dim light became dimmer. I looked up and saw those seven guys from class staring at me again. That one guy was rolling his eyes at me.

"Do you need something?"

"You're sitting at our table," one of them said.

He looked kinda like a foreigner. Maybe it was just his oddly somewhat pink hair.

"This was the only table," I protested. I had been in too many of these situations to let these trolls make me move to another table.

"So sit with other people, or just leave the school."

Wow. Now, that was just plain rude.

"Jimin-ah hajima. You can stay here if you want, but we're going to sit here too. Is that okay?"