"Looks like I'm your muse," Taehyung chirped, not breaking his stare.
"You wish," you said before turning away from him. He chuckled. You knew this was going to be a long and exhausting semester, but part of you was kind of glad.
You knew it was wro...
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You quickly locked your phone and grabbed your bag from your vanity chair. You had applied a minimal amount of makeup to look fresh for your first day of high school. A little bit of BB cream, powder, and a slight tint to your lips were the finishing touches of your look.
You were anxious and excited. High school! You'd been dreaming of it for years. There was something so liberating about entering the upper level of schooling. It felt like you weren't so much of a kid anymore, at least in your mind.
However, to your older brother Jimin, you were still barely ten years old. That is what you gauged from how he treated you. Walking protectively close behind you, keeping any and all boys away from you. At first, it was a relief because you were not ready to deal with boys and dating and anything related. But the older you get, the more curious you are about what things might be like—to fall for someone, to be in love... To kiss! You blushed just thinking about it.
You would be lying if you said you had not pondered the idea of boys before. There was a certain someone who had always caught your eye, but you were not all that fond of the thoughts that came to plague your mind because of it. You took the crush and threw it into the furthermost corner of your mind, and tried to not think too much about it, knowing it was probably for the best in the end.
You sighed, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. The uniform was a bit more professional than your previous one, darker colors and nicer material. You looked at yourself and instantly felt more mature. You shut your light off and closed your door on the way out of your room.
As you headed toward the bathroom to brush your teeth, you found yourself banging on the locked door. Jungkook, your twin brother, was taking his usual hour-long shower, paying no attention to your desperate pleas for him to open the damn door. You grumbled to yourself and continued to bang on the door until he finally opened it, a towel around his waist and hair dripping and disheveled.
"What the hell, Y/N!"
"What the hell yourself. You're going to make us late," you scoffed at your just slightly younger brother. You pushed him somewhat forcefully on the shoulder and proceeded to grab your toothbrush. He simply rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom toward his bedroom. You finished brushing your teeth, grabbed your backpack, and headed downstairs for breakfast.
As you were pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you heard Jimin walking down the hall. You avoided eye contact because you knew he would not be pleased with your new look once he saw what you had done. Much to your discontent, he slipped around the counter, leaning over slightly to peer suspiciously at your face.
