Your family recently moved to South Korea and you're nervous about your new life , but on the first day you make friends with bangtan sonyeondan.
You meet all 7 members the next day in class and suddenly the whole school is talking about you...
I could tell today was going to be a mess, even though I had Bangtan by my side. Nothing was going to stop me from hitting a bitch if I had to. -------------------------------------------------------------- I walked through the gates of my school , making sure a fair few feet was put between me and my best friends. I knew they would protect me ,but I just couldn't be bothered with the dirty looks and gross comments people would hand out. Because they were all " so perfect " themselves.
My best outfit was covering my frail being, my hair was neatly curled and my makeup done naturally, but cutely. I tried to distract myself from the thoughts of the day ahead of my by playing music through my beats headphones. Cherry bomb by NCT 127 shot through my ears and a smile came across my face. they always managed to cheer my mood up.
A/N: if you haven't listened to cherry bomb yet, or listened to NCT 127 I really recommend that you do because they are actually amazing !
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Your outfit ^
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I walked down the corridor of this hell hole ( aka school) and turned towards my class. Luckily I had ditched the boys half was through and they weren't actually in the class room yet. I felt relieved that I was the only one and that I had finally got the chance to be alone. Perhaps the first time I had ever been alone at school, usually I was surrounded by annoying brats that only wanted me for my money or popularity. Being the queenka wasn't easy , believe me. i wish i had a normal life.
after a while ,I placed out my work on the desk and continued to write my essay set from my language teacher , my pen scribbled across the page neatly and the French language filled my head in all its beauty. I couldn't feel any eyes glued to me anymore, perhaps it was because i felt content when learning or the fact that all eyes were peeled on the teacher instead.
the boys had walked in with their heads held up high and smiles plastered on their beautiful faces. just their presence made me feel soft, but i knew deep down i shouldn't go near them for the sake of me avoiding trouble.
time skip, brought to you by my writers block
after two hours of lessons, my stomach began to grumble and i was ready to eat to my hearts content. I made my way to the canteen with my head buried into my phone , without looking where i was going and somehow managed to avoid bumping into people.
SWEG ( ill go home )
i made my way towards an empty table and started to facetime my best friend from home
jackson - " hey Y/N guess what !!"
you- "jackson ^.^ what ?"
jackson - " im moving into your neighbourhood "
you - " WHAT OMG YAYYY"
A/N: i'm sorry for not updating in a while, i've been really busy with school work due to me having exams next week. i hope you can all understand. after my exams i have the summer holidays and i plan to write a shite tonne for y'all.
thanks for reading, this was just a quick update to remind y'all that i haven't forgotten about this story. i might even come back in a few days and re do it because i have really bad writers block today and i just finished doing homework so i'm writing like a 50 year old English teacher , trying to cover it up and not being myself LMAO
