Different (BTS x Reader)

Chapter 6- New School, New Friends

You sighed as you glanced at your reflection on your mirror. The school uniform almost made you cringed. Was a gold bow paired up with a red jacket really necessary? Everything about that uniform completely clashed.

It had been a week since you arrived at Korea, and you were getting more and more familiar of the city. You knew how to travel; you learnt new words, you made a group of friends-- that made you smile the most. Maybe you were distant with Jungkook, Jimin, and Suga, but you eventually get accustomed to them. Although, Jimin seemed to be the only one who disliked you; the rest stayed with the group when you had conversations, but never uttered a word.

"He'll eventually get over it..." You huffed as you put on your jacket.

You took your auburn satchel, and was finally on your way to the school campus, nervousness making your legs feel like jelly. It wasn't easy joining school towards of the term. You were dropped off by the driver your uncle so lovingly assigned to you, so you wouldn't have to take a thirty-minute ride on the bus. It definitely saved you a lot of time.

"Wow... It's so pretty..."

You had full liberty to speak in English, since there was barely anyone here. This place was completely empty, the floors were reflective and spotless. You walked through the locker-filled hallways, taking in every sight -- from the class signs, to the silver handles on the oak doors.Letting out a shaky sigh, you bit your lip, and walked into what seemed to be your first classroom for the day. Each desk in the class had a sewing machine, body form and measuring tape; the walls were also containing filled shelves with cloth and other accessories.

"Yah," You flinched at the voice, and turned around to see a girl who looked about your age.

"You're early, you know?"

"Sorry," You lifted up your hand, as you apologised in English.

The other took a good look at your appearance when you did that, and her lips twitched. It was like she was almost annoyed, disgusted. You realised this look, and gulped as you looked away. It made you a little uncomfortable, making your nails dig into the cloth of your bag.

"Hong Yoona."

You glanced back up when the lady introduced herself. She was pretty to say the least, mostly fashionable, considering her hair was adorned with a gold clip, and her winged eyeliner was on point. To be honest, you almost felt like a hairless cat to her. You felt below average.

"(L/N) (Y/N)," Your eyes went up to Yoona's face, then to the ground.

Not only were there handsome guys in Korea, but pretty girls. Especially in this industry -- you felt like you were probably going to be the worst-looking between all of the girls in this school.

"Oh, you must be the new girl," Yoona feigned a smiled, as she tilted her head cutely.

"I am," A sense of relief washed over you, since you would actually go somewhere with her; make a friend who wasn't a male idol.

"Pity... Usually the girls who take this course are the stature of the model."

"What?" That one sentence destroyed your sense of hope. You clenched your fists and looked up at the girl with range. Usually you wouldn't care, but it was a little unfair that this person hated you before they even got to know you the chance to say anything to them -- it really reminded you of someone.

"And they're at least pretty... They don't look like... well, you."

"B**ch..."

Your English curse word resonated to the other's ears, and she turned around. Your eyes glance up to Yoona's, almost like you were looking at your worst nightmare. You received a glare from the other before she walked away. That was someone you would have to look out for.