Claimed [Kim Namjoon X Reader]

Chapter Two - Lunch Lady

You pushed open the door to the girls room and instantly got hit the the stench of strong perfume, making you slightly gag. Holy fuck,dad, where have you sent me? Was your first  thought. The room was similar to the boys, minus the pink, glitter, makeup and nail polish everywhere. You took a deep breath and headed towards a spare bed at the back of your room. You felt everyone's eyes burn into the back of your head, making you feel really shy. You kept your head up high though and you finally reached the end of your bed.  You look at the girl next to you and managed a smile. She scowled at you and faced the other night. It's going to be a long night.

The next day was filled with boring lectures, scowls from other students and nearly falling asleep in the first class. Not a good first start. Entering the hall, you picked up a lunch tray as your stomach growled. You lined up and looked around while waiting. The long tables seemed to go on for ages, it was never ending. Your eyes landed on a laughing Namjoon, making a small smile raise on your lips. He was sat with Tae, Hoseok, Jungkook and someone you didn't recognise. He had mint green hair, a gummy smile and looked liked could kill you with one word but also needed a hundred year rest. 

"That's Min Yoongi." A voice behind you said. 

You looked up to see Jimin, looking in the same direction as you. "He can come of a ... rude but he means well." You  moved up the line, setting your tray on the silver rack. "Ah, so that's the famous Yoongi Taehyung and Jungkook were talking about" You replied, sending Jimin a smile. "Yeah, better watch what you say to him..." Jimin looked at you seriously before breaking into a eye closing smile. "Jeez I thought you were serious!" You slapped his arm. 

"Nah, he's a big softie, he just likes to act tough - Oh, hey Jin! Never knew you were on today." 

You looked up and noticed a brown haired boy, with broad shoulder and big plump lips. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and an apron. Plain yet he somehow managed to make it stylish. He was handsome. 

"They were short staffed so they called me in." Jin gave a shrug and served up your lunch. His eyes studied your face. "You must be (Y/N), my names Kim Seokjin. I've heard all about you, Namjoon doesn't keep his mouth shut." Jin chuckled and served Jimin his lunch. Your cheeks went on fire. Jimin cleared his throat. "Thanks, it was nice meeting you." You smiled at Jin, grabbed your tray and looked for a seat. Your eyes wondered to the empty seats at the edge of each tables then you noticed a table with a nerdy looking girl at it with textbooks around her.

You walked up to the table. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Yeah." The girl replied without looking up, solving a difficult equation. She had dark brown hair, almost black that was pulled back into a ponytail, probably to keep it out of her way. She had black rimmed glasses and hazel coloured eyes. 

"Thanks." You muttered and sat down across from her. You poked your fork at the food before trying a bit. It was amazing! Jin really knew how to cook. You sat in silence, your mind wondering. Your eyes wondered over to Namjoon's table, only to notice him staring right at you. You quickly looke away, blushing. 

"Stay away from him."

"Excuse me?" You looked up at the girl, who still haven't looked up at you. 

"I said stay away from him, he's trouble. Him and his friends are no good and only prey on the newbies."

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. "They seemed perfectly fine to me yesterday. What have they one so wrong?" You lowered your voice and leaned in. "They sneak out." You let out a loud laugh. "Jeez, you speak as if it's the worst thing ever." "It's what they do that make it so bad."

"I'm not joking." She looked up, staring straight into your eyes. "They take what you want and twist it. If you don't do what they want they make your life a living hell. Or worse, they... claim you. " She shuddered, her eyes full of ...sadness?