Fuckgirl | BTS

Chapter 1

I knew this was going to happen.

I knew my parents were going to transfer me away to a far distant land. They had spoken about it before but they reassured me that it wasn't a realistic probability. Of course it wasn't. Sending your child away thousands and thousands of miles because they were a little bit naughty and got kicked out of school for wanting companionship, I digress.

I woke from my sleep and sat up, glancing around my room one last time. My heart hurt for a moment as my childhood memories flashed in front of my eyes. I know it's not for forever, but moving away is a big step to adulthood and I'm just not ready to leave my adolescence behind.

From behind the door, I heard footsteps making their way closer to my room.

"Morning sweetheart, are you excited about leaving?" My mum asked, moving forward with some toast in her hand.

"It wasn't exactly voluntary though, was it?" I sarcastically responded, leaning for my breakfast.

She sighed, "You know it's for your education, it's the best school for you. Get ready, your father is going to drop you off at the London airport in an hour."

Her gaze headed forward to the door where her feet shortly followed.

The last thing I wanted to do right now was to go onto a plane to a foreign country I had no idea about. I mean, other than being able to eat exciting food and make new friends, the idea of being in a country completely foreign to me was scary and daunting.

The plane journey was rough for me, not only was it my first time flying but I was all alone. My social anxiety acted up like crazy. I found myself sweating profusely next to some old guy in a business suit. At least he wasn't hot because I can guarantee you right now, that my journey to South Korea was about to get a lot hotter.

The plane touched down to Seoul the next day. I was drained of all energy and I tirelessly stood out the front of the airport waiting for a taxi. My arms flailing everywhere to signal one down, obviously catching many stares of passerby. I was drenched from head-to-toe when a taxi pulled up in front of me.

"Hello, could you take me to Pildemrose school, please?" I asked, wondering if the man had a clue what I was saying.

I knew I needed to make an effort to learn their language and culture but I've not had nearly enough time to mentally prepare, let alone actually preparing.

"Ah, yes." He smiled, hopping out of the taxi to take my luggage to the boot of the car.

I sat in the back of the car scrolling through my social media when I noticed a text popped up on my phone. My mother explained that she wished all the best for me and to not get into trouble. I think she forgot the part where she apologises for sending me off to a foreign country against my will. There's a part of me that feels sorry for her. She tries so hard to be good to me but I can't help it, I'm an angsty teenager.

I hadn't even noticed the surroundings because I was too busy moping on my phone but out the side of the window, I saw the school that I was going to be spending the next 2 years at. I couldn't lie, it was so pretty. There were elegant flower arrangments around the front of the building. The taxi driver parked up and helped me bring my luggage to the entrance.

"Thank you," I stated, passing him the only cash I had at the time.

I made my way into the building to the desk where a pretty woman was sat at the reception table.

She looked up to me and started speaking in Korean.

I awkwardly smiled, "I'm the English transfer."

Luckily, the receptionist giggled. "Ah sorry," she replied in a thick accent. "The headteacher is occupied right now but if you take a seat, she'll be right with you."

I smiled politely and took a seat with my suitcase at my feet.

For a while, I sat there staring at the plain walls of the reception until I heard a yell coming from the headteacher's office. A very loud yell. I jumped out of my seat a little when the door creaked open and 7 of the most good-looking guys walked out. I hadn't even noticed I was staring until one of them winked at me whilst the others laughed in unison. I blushed a little but it was over quickly as the headteacher called my name. I swiftly got up and greeted her and small woman led me through to her office, her face glowing shades of red; I imagine from anger if I assume right it was her yelling.

"How was your flight over, y/n?" She inquired, pulling out sheets of paperwork from her mahogany desk.

"It was fine, thank you."

"As you know we have a strict system so please behave," she paused for a second to hand me a piece of paper. "Here is your timetable and room number." The woman stood up and bowed and showed me the door.

The introduction was definitely brief but it gave me the opportunity to quickly get to my room and sort out this jet lag of mine.