jungkook.
"so, when's he getting here?" i asked, munching on my fries as i scanned the room for any new faces.
"how am i supposed to know? all i know is i'm his guide this week and i meet him here," hoseok glared at me. i noticed the way his right foot tapped at a rapid pace, signifying his nervousness.
"what are you so sassy for?"
"you know what? fuck off, yoongi. don't sass me for snapping. i'm just nervous because he's friends with my ex g- well, my ex."
"so?"
"so, i don't want you guys to scare him off! he'll tell her- him! he'll tell him and then i'll get even more shit." hoseok looked down at his feet. "i just want them to like me."
before anyone could say anything in response to our friend's angsty, passive aggressive speech, a small voice spoke up. "are you jung hoseok?"
we all looked to the source of the voice. there a boy stood, squinting between a photo in his hand and hoseok. he had platinum blonde hair and puffy lips, and a nice nose. and jaw. and brows. to sum it up, he was really handsome. he wore dangly earrings with a red heart at the end of each chain, which i thought made him look even cuter. but then i noticed something else- something different. this boy was wearing a skirt. a black pleated mini skirt with a red rose on the side. i swallowed as my cheeks heated up at the sight.
i was used to boys acting feminine; taehyung wore makeup every day, and jin acted like a mom. a skirt, however, i'd never seen taehyung wear. in fact, i'd never even thought of a boy in a skirt. it wasn't that i didn't accept it, it was just all so new so suddenly.
"you coming, kookie?" someone called out to me. it was hoseok. i glanced up only to meet eyes with the new boy, causing my cheeks to grow hot once again. why was i so intimidated?
"yeah, sorry for the hold up." and without another word, i followed my five friends and the new kid into the hall.
