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chapter one: toffee brown<yoonseok>

Here at Big Hit High, there's no in between. You're either a loser or a popular. It's as easy as that. My name is Min Yoongi. I'm a senior here in Big Hit High and needless to say my life has been a complete hell. From students taunting me to friends leaving me because they suddenly became popular, it's been a terrible 3 years here. I'm going to make an educated guess and say that my 4th year here won't be any better.

"Yoongi, honey!" my mother yells and a few boys, who I suspect are populars, begin to snicker, and walk past me, sneaking glances and pointing in my direction. I sigh loudly, shaking my head. I walk sluggishly and rested my elbows on the car door. "Mom, stop that, it's embarrassing." I whisper shout to my mom earning a frown.

"But you are my honey forever, that'll never change." my mother grabs my cheeks, pecking at the squishy skin. I smile and giggle as the mama's boy I am. My mom rubs my cheek before lightly patting it. "Remember to have a good day, and if times get hard always remember your father is protecting you." my mother gave one last pat onto my head before sending me off, driving away in her Subaru.

I clutch onto the necklace my father gave me before he began to be ill. "Let us make it through the day." I exhale and walk through the entrance of the school with a spring in my step. I look around and see a few kids giving me dirty looks as I pass but I ignore it, not letting their moods ruin mine.

As I'm walking up to my locker, I see a big crowd of mostly females. I hear squealing and noises of amazement as I push through the crowd. Next to my locker is a boy that looks about my age with toffee brown hair. His cheeks are rosy and he smiles at the females that compliment him. I won't lie, he has a nice smile.

"Move away from the prince you peasant!" one of the girls yell into my ear and I flinch at the sudden loudness ringing in my ear drum. I click my tongue and continue looking through my locker for my first class, English. If she thought that was going to insult me, she should hear what people say to me in class.

Back to the toffee brown boy with a great smile, I wonder who he is, Mainly because his locker is next to mine and he's already grabbing girls left and right. I can say that his time in Big Hit High won't be as bad as mine. No correction, it won't be bad at all.

I had already fought my way back out of the fangirl hole and started walking to my class. I notice the way I hold my books to my chest. My knuckles are turning paler than they were to begin with, that's how tight I'm holding onto them. I guess from the 3 years my books have been getting knocked out of my hands, I've come up with some sort of book protection strategy.

I slide the door open to my class, 4-1. My class is quiet but we have some loud students. As I step in, some students have already arrived and are chatting with their seat mates. Every desk has a partner desk next to it so we all have partners. I suppose it's fun when you have a partner.

I pout while exhaling blowing strands of my silver hair up into the air. I sit quietly in my seat, glancing at the empty seat next to me. I wonder what it's like to have someone to actually have a conversation with you. It must be fun, to know someone who understands. I grab my things like my notebook and a pencil for my class. I look into the desk and find an English dictionary. Since I didn't have any other thing to do, I began reading.

"A-a-peul." I stutter not exactly knowing the pronunciation of the word 'apple'. I am getting better though, I have to say. English isn't my forte but I like saying things in English to my mom and watch her try to figure it out. It brightens up my day seeing my mom happy again. My mother's smile is the reason I'm still living.

Thinking about what my mother went through with the first few months of my father's death sends me into a state of sadness and I muffle a sniffle and wipe away a few stray tears that exit my eyes. I never want to see my mother like that again. I cough trying to get myself together and pat my eyes one more time before finally bringing my head up.

Of course no one saw that, and yes, no one cares, but I don't want to attract unwanted attention to myself. This year hasn't earned me a punch in the face yet and I'd like to keep it that way. I smile sadly thinking of how many friends I could have if I wasn't me. If I was cool and everyone liked me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a sudden tap on my shoulder and I jumped a bit. I turned to see the toffee brown boy who I had seen earlier next to my locker. He looked really concerned with the way I reacted but continued to go on.

"I was wondering if I could sit here with you?" the boy pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands and looked to the dusty floor, waiting for my answer. It took me a few moments to process that the kid actually wanted to sit with me. A popular sit with a loser? Pretty rare in Big Hit High. I just nodded and began to blush for an unknown reason as he smiled brightly at me and began unpacking his things.

He sat down next to me and pulled out a pair of glasses that were a little too big for his face but made him look really adorable. I chuckled a bit, hoping that he didn't hear me. "What are you laughing for?" he playfully teased me as he fixed his glasses. I shook my head and coughed trying to get the warmness in my cheeks to disappear. "Cute." I could hear him whisper the word and I turned my face away, the fuzzy feeling in my stomach making me dizzy.

As on cue, some of the girls that were surrounded by my locker were surrounded by Hoseok and I, well mainly Hoseok. I won't lie, I am jealous. To be the new boy in school and already be popular is amazing. Something I will never have. "Why are you hanging out with him?" one of the girls pointed at me and I put my head down, hoping they would leave me alone. I could hear toffee brown boy mumbling something making the girls giggle profusely. I hope it wasn't about me. At least it got the girls to leave.

"I'm sorry about that." the boy bowed with his head and I nodded in response unable to take the kindness I was receiving. I've never had this kind of treatment before. I've always settled on hating everyone in my class but this boy makes me want to not hate him.

There's just something about him that I can't seem to describe. Maybe it's his different vibe. He doesn't seem like he should be in Big Hit High. He's different from everyone else here. Better than everyone else here.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself." the boy stood up with his brown eyes sparkling with excitement, enough to make me smile. "Annyeonghaseyo, Jung Hoseok, Senior transfer from Park High." Hoseok sat back down and flashed his pearly whites at me. I returned the smile and began to introduce myself.

"Min Yoongi, Senior here in Big Hit High." I bowed respectively and looked up to see Hoseok smiling down at me. I couldn't read his expression or even get an idea of what he was thinking.

"I like you." he said staring at me. I couldn't breathe and began choking on my own saliva. No one has ever said anything like that to me. I could hear him laugh a bit from my reaction, his face settled on a random book, he had found in his desk.

What are you, Jung Hoseok?

A/N: This was requested by IsabellaTS6. I really hoped you liked it! Anyways, this is also chapter one of my fanfic that's coming soon. Please let me know if you like it because I've been debating on publishing it. I really like the idea of a YoonSeok fanfic so please tell me if you like it too! I love you<3 bye babies!!!