Last day of school. Finally. I dress up with whatever, since no one's really going to pay attention, and go downstairs.
"You're up early." Dad says taking a sip of his reeky coffee mug. I've never understood how people can like coffee, its bitterness. Even when it's sugary, it still isn't sweet. I just don't get it.
I nod my head, as I prepare myself a cup of milk and some toasted bread. A short while after, Noah comes down the stairs, hair haphazardly settled, rubbing his eyes like a kid, still in his pijamas. "Morning." He whispers with his husky morning voice.
"Morning." Both my dad and I reply, while my brother takes out the orange juice bottle from the fridge, pouring the remains of the tangerine colored liquid into a tall glass. He sits by my side, taking one of the pieces of bread resting on my plate, and biting into it.
"Hey!" I exclaim hitting his hand, getting a smack in the back of my head. I pout. "Yah, Noah... That shit hurted." I say imitating the Vine.
"Mouth." Dad simply says, coffee mug in hand, still looking at the newspaper on his tablet, yet the screen hasn't moved. He has been staring into the void for the past fifteen minutes.
"Nari!" Noah screams. "You're gonna be late for school. Run!" As he is older than me, his classes ended earlier in the month, while mine, being in ninth grade, end today. I rush out of the house, grabbing my bag while opening the door, without even saying goodbye.
As I race to the bus stop, the bus is already leaving. UGH I guess I'll have to walk today. Shit. I plug my earphones and launch the YouTube app, since God knows why my music app just decided to act up today and not work. I click on "Suggestions", not knowing what to listen to, and I see a video that draws my attention: "What Is Love" by a group called EXO. I tap and start listening while walking to school. I'm skeptical, even though I'm half Korean, I've never listened to K-Pop and people say it's weird, so I don't know if I'm going to like it.
Song after song, each greater than the last, unlike I had imagined up in my mind, I fall in love with their sound.
I keep listening to them until I reach the school and see Sarah waiting for me at the school gates.
"What took you so fricking long?" She says annoyed tapping her long acrylic nails against her forearms.
"I had to walk here because I missed the fricking bus." I respond mocking her tone. "And look what gem I have discovered..." I say playing the EXO song.
When it's over I nudge her with my elbow to see what she thinks of it.
"Meh, not bad, but my baby Justin Bieber will always and forever be better." She says shrugging her shoulders, even though I know that deep inside she liked it. I know her too damn well to know what 'not bad' means, yet I play along with it.
"Not bad? Not bad? This is amazing, oh, so great!!" I scream excitedly.
And like that, we go to Biology, our first period, where we meet up with our friends. Sadly, it is one of the very very few classes we have the four of us together. I wish we had more classes together than Biology and Music... well, and P.E. but that hell of a nightmare doesn't count as a class.
The rest of the day goes by slowly, like it doesn't want to end; the day doesn't want to sleep, just like us teenagers. Awful classes follow each other, yet interrupted by the break, which recesses our student brains for merely fifteen minutes.
Right after the second break, I am lucky enough to have a free period, but my friends all have some class, so I'm, sadly, alone. I go to the library, since I've always loved reading, to see if I could find any sort of interesting book.
Normally, on my free periods, I would go to the music room and play a song or two on the piano, but I think that on Fridays the eighth grade has music class there, and I'd rather not find out on bad, awkward means, if you know what I mean.
Not being able to find a book of my liking, I turn to the old computers displayed there. They're so old, they seem taken out of the early 2000's or even the 90's. I spend like fifteen minutes in front of the dusty screen not knowing what to do, but just then, a thought crosses my mind. I remember this morning's music. What was the boys' name? E-something? EXO? Yeah, EXO.
Having remembered their name, I decide to do my research on them. Turns out, they are a Korean and Chinese boyband, that debuted merely a couple months ago. Their names are Xiumin, Suho, Lay (hehe like the chips), Baekhyun, Chen, Chanyeol, D.O., Kai, Sehun, Kris, Luhan and Tao. Usual names... Actually, the Korean names do sound normal, but the Chinese, to me at least, don't. Not to be racist, I find the men of my own race cuter, than the others, yet the cutest are Baekhyun and Sehun. Having found a visual bias, I start to watch the few videos about them there are on the Internet.
Although they are a really brand new band, I have a feeling they are going to be a pretty big group.
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PICTURE: Hall Noah, portrayed by Park Junho (Simon).
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btw this fanfic is ambiented in 2012, not 2017 hehe
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