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~Y/N POV ~

I got to class, and the teacher was already inside.

Was I late? I glanced down at my watch and I was only about a minute early, but it seemed everyone was already inside.

As I waited for the teacher to finish what she was doing, a person pushed past me, making me slightly stumble forward.

I lifted my head, glaring daggers at whoever rudely pushed me.

Seriously... it's Taehyung.

As he walked past me, it was my time to grab his wrist, and stop him from continuing to walk.

He paused and turned to face me with a frustrated look on his face. But honestly... it didn't scare me one bit, although I think that's what he was going for.

"Um... I'm really sorry about before. I was just a bit grumpy because I was really tired. But I AM new... um, my name is Y/N" I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

I realised I was still holding his wrist, and I awkwardly let it go.

His smile returned, and he said "no problem. I would love to tell you that I can relate... but I can't. People with moods in the morning confuse me. What's the difference with the morning to the rest of the day..." he said, but trailed of in thought after he finished.

"Uh, okay? Well um, see you later." You said.

He nodded, and walked to his seat, near the back of the class, leaving one seat in front of the class for you.

You looked at the people sitting next to the seat and groaned in frustration.

Two girls.

Two girls that overdid their makeup, and probably didn't have anything not revealing in their closet.

I could tell they were going to be really nice. Note the sarcasm... please.

After the teacher was finished, whatever it was she was doing, she walked over to you and called the attention of the class.

"Okay class! Welcome our new student Y/L Y/N... and no. Not the star." She said.

I could see the the eye rolls the students make, and I could here the giggles at the back of the room. Hearing the whispers weren't hard either.

I don't know if everyone meant for me to know what they did, but they weren't subtle with it.

"Well, you can sit next to Kim Jennie" the teacher said

I looked at the girl the teacher had directed me to, and I sat to at the desk beside her. I didn't look, but I could tell she was sending glares at me.

The class finally ended, and everything was actually pretty easy. I'm proud of myself.

I walked to my next class; dance.

This was going to be hard to hide my identity in. If I sweat... it's over. My pimples and makeup will rub off and my identity will be obviously revealed.