operation switch ✔️

prologue

"Class dismissed!" Your extremely young history teacher shouted, her voice so loud that it echoed in the large classroom, bouncing off the white walls as the noise was followed by the cheers of students, who seemed quite excited that their fourth block of school had ended, You responded to their enthusiasm with an eye roll.

Why are they so excited about this class ending when they have more after lunch? You thought, beginning to gather your belongings that lay across the wooden table top desk standing in fromt of you, a part of the paint was chipping off and the metal legs of the desk were wobbly.

Once you had safely placed all of your things into your black book bag, you walked out of the large classroom, attempting, to make your way to your locker. But because of the sea of people it took you a little longer than you expected, but when you finally escaped the shoving and pushing of students, you sighed in relief.

Until someone bumped into you, causing you to push back into the teal metal lockers, your soft expression soon turned into an annoyed one, as you looked over at the boy who accidentally pushed you.

"Watch where you're going," he yelled, beginning to walk away, you gave off your famous eye roll, before pushing him back. "You were the one that bumped into me."

As he stumbled to get his balance, he turned around to face you, an angered expression laced his brown eyes, he squinted his eyes and stared at you, as if he was trying to figure something about you or study your features. "Do you even know who I am?"

Your lips formed into a small smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes never leaving his. A white t-shirt was dangling loosely upon his torso, a pair of black skinny jeans hung tightly to his hips, his brown hair was cut into a traditional bowl cut, showing a bit of his forehead, and to you, he looked like an absolute god, but sometimes his personality could be exact opposite from his looks.

He took your silence as a no, leaning against the cool metal of the lockers, a hand ran through his brown hair, as the other one was placed in his jean pocket. "My name is Kim Taehyung, and you?"

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Taehyung," you replied, you couldn't believe you didn't even recognize that the person you are currently talking to, is Kim Taehyung, he's one of the most popular boys in the school, girls would fall on their knees if Taehyung had even spared them a glance. On the other hand, you didn't see what was so cool about the guy, sure, he had looks, but he was a goddamn dick. He was a senior, as well as you, and he had a special popular group who consists of six other people.

Kim Namjoon, supposedly, the group's "leader", he also was, and still is, the brains of the group, he could answer any question within at most, a minute, whether it's history, chemistry, math, anything. It was absolutely astonishing, and no doubt, he was popular among the ladies, his dyed brown and greenish hair was noticeable throughout large crowds, also because he was quite tall, he doesn't usually take action whenever the group's player instincts act up, so, in that case, he's extremely loyal, and nice, he could also speak many languages, it doesn't surprise you because apparently, he has an IQ of one hundred and fourty-eight.

Kim Seokjin, his height almost reaches Namjoon's, he's one of the tall boys of his group, his brown hair would be combed neatly, and opposite of Namjoon, he was a player. He isn't as bad as some of the others, but he sure has hell, has slept with a big group of girls. He's also the oldest of the group, and I could always tell, by the way he pushes his hair back and the way he usually has an arm wrapped around a girl's shoulder.

Min Yoongi, you know him as the lazy one, when he isn't sleeping, he's usually picking up some girl, and it's something you usually like to laugh at. He's just about passing classes, getting a C plus in each and every class he's in, his black hair would be brushed off to the side, but it was always messy whenever he came out of the janitor's closet, yep, you know what I mean. Oh, not to mention, he is one of the shortest in the group, he may have a sassy attitude, but his height is also something you enjoy to laugh at.

Jung Hoseok, he's the overly cheerful one, but he can also be the actual man whore, he's a big player and fuckboy around the school, he can literally pick up any girl by looking at them, you're pretty sure he's made a girl faint once from his hotness, and you're not joking, in any way, he has a regular bowl cut, dyed the colour pinkish orange, everything he owns is a popular brand, and everyone pretty much loves him.

Park Jimin, he used to be an aegyo filled boy, glasses and cute chubby cheeks, until puberty hit him in tenth grade, and he became an absolute sex god, having at least three girls by his side every day, sucking faces off a girl whenever he has a chance to, and his platinum blonde hair would be styled so you could see his forehead, and in your opinion, it was extremely hot, even though I hate them, you couldn't deny how attractive they are. To tell you the truth, you and Jimin were best friends throughout your middle school years, even in ninth grade you two were quite close, but then he met other girls once he got the gift of a handsome face, and he completely forgot about you. The story about you and him is a bit sad, isn't it? You're still not quite over it.

Jeon Jungkook, yes, he may be the youngest, but my god, he is the second biggest player out of all of them, going to parties every night, having girls drool over him, he could easily make them feel wanted one day, and make them feel unwanted the next, his brown hair would be messy all the time, wearing orange Timberlands, a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, the teachers hate him but the girls love him, you have to say he's also quite good looking.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Y/N, what a great name, maybe I'll see you around, yeah?" Taehyung said to you, changing from his asshole attitude to his fuckboy one and walking to the cafeteria. In response, you scoffed, watching him leave while muttering a "whatever", proceeding to open your locker, and you then placed your book bag into the small personal space, before closing it once again, and locking it, you turned around to lean on the cold metal door, a small smirk forming on your plump lips.

This is going to be an interesting year, you thought, especially with this group of seven boys.