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Chapter 3

The last thing I wanted to come from my first day at school was an interaction with the school's fuckboys and somehow, I had done exactly that.

Wanting to avoid them, I sped up through the hallway and ran into the closest room I could find which happened to be a music classroom. I glanced around the room to find a piano tucked away in the corner so I went over and began to play some melodies I had learnt as a kid. Out of nowhere, someone sat next to me and began playing along to my song. I was shocked at the skills this person had so as I ended the tune and looked up; I was amazed.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Beethoven. It was one of the group of 7 who weren't actively stalking me or sat at the cafeteria table.

"Hi, I'm Suga. You're new, right?"

I nervously giggled, "Yeah, I'm the new girl, y/n."

Just as Suga was going to speak again, Jimin and his friend swayed into the room.

"So, you found the new girl then.." Jimin sneered out of jealousy.

Suga sighed, "what do you guys want?"

The unfamiliar boy spoke, "we just wanted to talk to y/n..."

"You sure you just wanted to talk, Jungkook?" Suga hissed.

It was nice to see someone standing up for me, even though I could have done it myself but before the conversation could get any more heated, the rest of the boys walked in. Not only did I have to deal with 3 of them, it was now all 7. I anxiously sat there at the piano having a freakout internally.

I looked down at my phone. "Wow, would you look at the time!" I continued, "I best be off, bye."

As I quickly left my seat, a hand pulled me back by my blazer.

"Get off!" I shouted.

The grip kept pulling me out of the classroom.

"Baby, shut up." He said, winking at me.

"Ew, Jimin, get off of me."

"No, come with me."

Jimin dragged me through the corridor to an empty library I didn't know existed.

"Seriously, I don't even know you. What do you want?" I asked getting angrier and angrier as the stranger was pulling me further away from people.

He turned around to me, smirking and that's when I realised there was no good intent. He leaned in closer to me and I could feel my heart getting heavy, racing not because I was liking it, it was because I scared of this guy.

"Are you a virgin?" Jimin questioned, stroking my cheek.

I flinched. What on earth is wrong with this guy?

"Yes, and let go of me or I'll call the police!"

He stepped back in thought. I decided to run because it was a now or never kind of moment.

I ran back through the corridors and headed straight for my classroom but I heard a voice behind me saying my name.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Suga asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." I briefly replied.

I'm surprised, he actually seems nice.

I stepped into the room, I was again hit with everyone's eyes but I paid no attention and headed for my seat. I made myself comfortable but only to feel uncomfortable again as the boys walked into the room.

This time they all made it clear they were looking at me whilst giggling with each other.

I guess Jimin told them but I'm not sure why it's funny. Speaking of Jimin, he came and sat next to me. I looked over to my left to see Jungkook handing him a note. It was in Korean so I didn't understand but I knew it was about me when they both gave me a look. Not a good one either. More of a menacing grin you would expect the joker to give, not teenage boys.

"So, y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party on Saturday night?" Jimin asked.

"No thanks."

"What? Why?"

"I'm busy."

He sighed and looked back to his work.

It was later on in the lesson when the headteacher came into the lesson.

"Jimin, Jungkook, V, Suga, J-Hope, Jin and RM, get out." She yelled, which is all she seemed to do.

They all sighed as they walked out with Jungkook turning back to wink at me. There was finally peace and quiet.

Only minutes later, the boys came back in only louder than before, sighing and groaning.

"Great, all our free time has gone for the next 5 weekends!" One of them whined.

"Jungkook! This is your fault for suggesting we leave for that party!" Another shouted.

"Quiet down please!" The teacher grumbled.

So troublesome, I thought to myself.