dominant. ☽myg☾

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Y/N

Once I finished introducing myself I looked around the class, checking their reactions, feeling prejudice sink into my neck.

Could I possibly make some new friends? Pft, nah... but it couldn't hurt to try. Oh god, I'm starting to sound like mum.

I redirected my attention to my male classmates... all I can say is that, I'm slightly intimidated by the fact that they all look as if they're going to start brawling it out with each other front and centre. Although, there was a guy who had a different aura about him; he wore a expressionless mask, which was quite ironic considering he had dyed his hair a mint colour, which, I gotta admit I found pretty funny. But, when I caught eyes with his, I felt squirmy under his scrutinising eye.

I snapped out of my judge-y-ness once the teacher told me to sit next to the student with his hand raised and a facial expression that had "playboy" written all over it. I didn't get his name. Cautiously, I sat down next to him, mentally prepared and on guard to attack him at any moment.

"Hi, Y/N, was it? I'm Kim Taehyung but you can just call me Oppa."

I internally rolled my eyes.

Oh god.

Admittedly, his face is adorable. But as soon as he opened his mouth and told me to call him Oppa, I just wanted him to shut up.

"Thanks but no thanks, Taehyung. How about I call you by your name and you don't flirt with me? Now please stop talking to me and let me listen to what the teacher is saying."

I covered my huge smirk with my hand when some students nearby gasped at what I said. I'm guessing he doesn't get rejected often. I did feel kinda bad when his cheeks flushed bright red and he dipped his head down, but I don't know what else he was expecting. I don't want to come across a completely stuck up and mean on the first day, so I ripped a piece of paper from Taehyungs sticky notes.

"H-Hey! What are you do-"

I held my hand against his mouth to stop him from talking and carried on writing on the note. I finished it off with a little drawing, then handed it to the curious boy without looking at him.

It was a note saying a brief, "I'm sorry, I suck." with a little lollipop doodle next to it.

He read the note and smacked his hands against his mouth trying to hide his grin. He turned to face me again and flashed me a different kind of smile to the one from before. This one was sincere. Surprisingly, it made me smile too. Though when I smiled back at him, his face dropped and his eyes widened as he turned his back to me as much as his desk would allow him to.

Was there something stuck between my teeth? Oh god. Please don't let there have been anything between my

The lord and saviour itself rang; signalling I could gather my shit and scurry to the toilets. I flashed a smile at my reflection, checking if there really was any food stuck between my teeth. There was nothing. Strange... So why did he turn away from me when I smiled?

Shaking my head, I slapped my cheeks lightly and gathered myself together. I can't get distracted on the first day of school. And I'm pretty sure if I told mum I met a guy, she'd completely flip and start asking to meet him; next thing you know she's already planned or wedding, where we would live and how many kids we'd have. I shivered.

After I had collected myself together, I held my head down as I shuffled out of the toilets and decided to head to my locker and grab my lunch. Whilst walking towards my locker, a vaguely familiar mint shade of hair hooked my sights. It was the guy who sits behind me in class... with his arm wrapped around one of those beautiful, leggy girls. I think he caught me looking at them or something because when he looked in my direction, he flashed me with a wink. Another playboy? Seriously? Is every beautiful boy I run into in this school going to turn out to be a narcissistic playboy?