A BTS FF. You are the new kid in town and school just got interesting. Right from the first time you walk into your classroom, seven boys interrupt your life turning it for the better and for the worst.
What's going to happen to you this year? What...
My mom doesn't want people over at my house so we had to go to Aya's. I'm totally fine with that but, not (Y/N). She doesn't want to be anywhere near Hoseok. I don't blame her either. The stunt he pulled during school was embarrassing for me to watch.
I almost reach the door when I bump into Jimin. This is just perfect. So wonderful I can die and never wake up again.
Jimin stops me in my tracks and smirks. "Hey, Meyu!"
I roll my eyes wanting to get away from this chubby baby. "Go away, Jimin".
He folds his arms with a smirk still present on his annoying face. He wipes his bottom lip with his thumb looking at me with seductive eyes. Oh excuse me, I mean trying. "What if I don't want to".
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I put the back of my hand to my forehead, exaggerating my movements of fainting. "Oh, the most insufferable unscrupulous animal. Fine, I'll make sure you never stand again. Is Hoseok here?" I look around. "Maybe I should tell him you won't leave me alone".
Jimin growls, unfolding his arms. "Fine, I'm going. You win. Don't use big words like that. I have no idea what it means".
"It means you have no morals or principles". I pull out a big grin and stick out my tongue.
I walk into Aya's room, realising I'm the last one in because of my encounter with the Jimin. "Sorry I took so long. It was Jimin's fault".
Aya chuckles, "You don't have to apologise. The boys come over all the time, they practically live here. You don't know how it feels to have 7 boys in the house. Awful I say, Awful".
"I can imagine," (Y/N) nods. "Having Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook over at my house was a handful, I can't imagine you handling all of that intense hormonal male types all in one house".
The Hell? Hormonal male types?
"I have to put earbuds in, every time they're here. They are so loud," Aya groans flopping on her bed.
I snort, "I can't imagine Yoongi oppa being loud".
Aya sits up slowly. "Actually..." She drifts off her sentence.
"Actually what?" I raise an eyebrow.
She breaks out in a cheesy smile. "Yoongi is the loudest one here".
(Y/N)'s and my eyes widen. "WHAT?!!"
Aya nods. "He practices his rapping skills a lot and sometimes he yells at the maknae line to be quiet so he can concentrate".
(Y/N) lets out a playful scoff, "I didn't know Yoongi could yell, let alone raise his voice above a whisper".
