Plastic (jjk + pjm)

Plastic; 2

The Park family. Those 3 words have not left my mind ever since Taemin mentioned them.

Not even when Young-Chul had dropped me off at school and was now standing in front of the grey, towering building that had a big 'SEOUL PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL' sign on top.

I sighed deeply and began making my way inside. Luckily, the school had emailed me my schedule and a map of the school earlier, so I didn't have to waste my time looking for the office to get my lousy schedule.

I read over the typed writing. "First period, homeroom: Mrs. Kimseoul, B5."

I looked around and saw a 'A-rooms' sign above the row of lockers on my left. I guess it's the second floor. I walked down the hall of crowding teenagers and jogged up the stairs.

I got to the second floor and read down the classes, "B1...B2..B3...B4..ah! B5. I walked in the open door and saw that only one guy was there.

He was wearing a dark gray hoodie with the hood over his head, covering his entire face but his lips.

He was staring off into space until I cleared my throat. He snapped his head towards me. "Where's everyone?" I asked him.

He shrugged a barely made out an, "dunno" before resting his head on the table. I went over and sat at the very back.

God, I just hope no one sits next to me, since these desks are meant for 2 students.

I took out my phone and began texting some old friends as the class slowly filled in.

Suddenly, a bell rung and most of the late students came inside the class, including the teacher. A guy was about to sit next to me but the teacher spoke up before he could even reach the desk. "Students, please stand up and go against the wall as I assign your seats." What is this, middle school?

I stood up with heavy legs and went to the back along with the other complaining students.

I completely blocked off what the teacher was saying and just stared out the window until the teacher called up my name.

"Jungkook sit with Yoongi."

I looked over to a guy with black hair. He was looking from me to the chair next to him then back to me, all lazily.

I guess he's Yoongi. I walked over to him and sat down next to him.

"I wanted to sit by myself." He said slowly. I looked at him and nodded, "same here."

"Jungkook-ah, is your name right?" He asked, squinting his eyes slightly. "Uh, yeah. Jeon Jungkook. The teacher just said it."

He nodded, contentedly. "I forgot your name the moment she said it and the whole time I've actually been trying to remember what it was."

I'm offended.

"I'm Min Yoongi, Jungkook-ssi-"

"Please drop the formalities. I'm not one to do that, Yoongi."

He started at me, tiredly, before sighing. "I'm a formalities person. I'm going to call you Jungkook, but I expect to be called Yoongi hyung from you."

He rested back on the chair and closed his eyes. "Why would I call you hyung when you're not even older than me?"

He laughed, opened his eyes, and slightly glared at me. "I'm 18, a 3rd year. This is homeroom, a class that is mixed with 1st, 2nd and 3rd years." He cleared his throat and smirked at me right after, "You don't even look older than the age of 15."

I clenched my teeth.

"Say Jungkook, how old are you?"

"Im going to turn 17 in a few months, but I'm a 2nd year."