"You're new, aren't you?" a high, light voice comes from my right side, and a finger pokes my arm. I turn to the side the sound came from.
"Yes, I am. I'm Y/N. And you?"
"I'm Jimin, and this is my friend," I hear him shift in his seat, "His name's Yoongi! But everyone calls him Suga."
"Why's that?"
"He's sweet, and you can probably see why else," he laughs.
"Stop bothering her, Jimin," a monotone voice joins the conversation, "I'm sure she's just stressed about the first day."
"Yes, so sweet," I mumble.
There's laughter, then silence. Only one voice laughed.
"You're not the nicest either."
"Mm, whatever you say."
I continue eating the apple in my hand, and heard nothing else from the voices.
"She's very pretty."
