She's who? BTS FanFic

Chapter 2: The New Me.

Sorry for updating for so long, I've been through some drama.

The new school was named simply 'SK High', I'm guessing it stands for 'South Korea High' but I don't really know.

'Okay Soomi.' I thought to myself. 'Wait. People will get suspicious if I keep the same name and have the same outfits. I need to come up with an alias. Not just that, but a new look. I need to become a new me.'

I had a hot bath, whilst I thought things out. What would my name be? How should I act? How should I dress? After about an hour, I had finally planned things out.

I would wear NO makeup.

I would go to a store like 'Next' and wear clothes from there.

I would get real-looking glasses.

I would get removable braces.

I would go by the name Jiwoo.
Park Jiwoo, I think it has a nice ring to it.

Now, I'm finally ready, What is the ti- Oh WOW. I'm already 10 minutes late!

I finally arrived at school and looked around.

I would blend in so easily. In fact, I don't think anyone will ever recognise me...

I looked upon a map which was roughly about 20cm long and had every detail and room in the school. It. Made. No. Sense. Looking around, I find a group of students, all talking and laughing, so not doing anything important. Quickly I rush over.

'Umm, excuse me? I'm new here and extremely lost. Would you mind showing me where room 628 is?' I asked.
I look at her from top to bottom. She had long, brown, curly hair, a clear face with not one sign of acne, beautiful, shiny eyes. I went further down. She had so much makeup on. She was naturally beautiful, but she ruined herself.
No, like so much.
Uneven makeup which makes her foundation look like she's tanned at only the top of her face, lipstick so bright you can't keep your eyes off of it no matter how hard you try. Her eyebrows were filled in black and huge. I swear, her eyebrows were almost bigger than my hands. [My hands irl are less than 10 cm big, don't judge.]
Further down.
She wore a black... bra? With no overall top?
Her shorts were shorter than- Wait, I don't even think they can be classified as shorts.
It's like she came to school wearing a bikini.
'Excuse me?' She snapped at me.
'Oh, sorry. I asked if you could perhaps show me where room 628 is?'
'I heard what you said.'
'Then what's the problem?' I was beyond confused.
'Do you know who I am?'
'Nope.' I tried to add a little wink in there.
'I'm practically the queen of the school. I recommend you, someone so ugly and nerdy, don't try talk to someone as high status as me.' Geez, the sass.
'Well? You're just gonna stand there? You haven't even apologised, thanked me, or even left yet.'
She is so weird...
'Then how do you like this?'
Upon that, she grabbed my neck, and smashed it into the lockers.
Ouch.
What's with me and getting grabbed by the neck and smashed into things?
Her arms were very masculine and strong...
I wanted to fight back, put this slut in her place, but what happens if I do get exposed as Minx? What happens if she tells everyone? I would have to leave the industry...
I felt myself becoming heavier.
'Aww, you're not gonna fight back? You're no fun.'

And with that I knocked out... again.

Second period ended up being one of the lessons I most dread- French...
The lesson flew by. It was a simple revision lesson, so it was literally me humming and drawing the whole time.
Eventually, I noticed something was hitting me from behind. It didn't hurt, but it sure was annoying.
'Jiwoo, face the front unless you want a detention.' The teacher, Mrs P, shouted.
Whatever.
I caught the next piece of paper that was thrown at me and opened it up, it was a note?

I read the note quickly, 'Do you mind making my revision sheet for me and perhaps finish my maths homework? It's due last period and I've been too busy training so I haven't had time to do it. I need sleep.'
Who does he think he is? I'm not his slave and he isn't gonna just fall asleep like that. Wait, 'training'? Who is he? Or maybe she?
'Mission one. Locate the writer of the note.' I thought to myself, as if I was some type of spy.
The teacher turned around.
This was my chance, I did so too.
Yoongi?
As in the Min Yoongi?
As in the Suga from BTS?
As in the Agust D who raps fire?
As in the legend himself?
I must be hallucinating...

'Stop staring at me, you're creeping me out!'

Did I just creep out THE Min Yoongi?

'Su-Sure. I'll do your homework and revision guide for you.'

I mean- how could I not? He's probably the reason I'm still alive today.

___TimeSkip to Lunch___

'I can't believe I sit in front of my idol. Min Yoongi...
I can't believe I attend the same school as him...
I can't believe I breathe the same air as him...
I can't believe it is possible for him to look better in person. How does perfect get better? Well, somehow it did.

'He-Here's your homework, Yoongi.'
He gently took it off of me with a small smile and a polite gesture.
'Thank-You, you really saved me.'

I must of been daydreaming because all of a sudden I heard a shout from Yoongi.
'Seriously! Stop staring at me! You're scaring me!' He yelled, as if I was a sasaeng.
With that, all the fan girls attacked.

'He wants you to stop. Are you dumb. Do what he says!' Weird.
'You're probably the type to stalk someone and kill all their friends.' Well, random.
'You want a piece of me?' Please, no thanks.
A couple hit and kicked me. He just sat there, looking a bit concerned, but he didn't get involved.

The pain was terrible...

I wonder if my fans are that strong?
I wonder what they would do if they realised who I am?

1055 words! This is around how long each chapter will be around and so I hope it is alright. Please don't be threatened to put constructive criticism into the comments, as if you don't, how will I progress? Please also leave suggestions and comments because they really motivate me.
See you in the next update!