(Y/N's POV)
"Well? Nothing more to say here, right?" I said, lifting my hands up in surrender. "I'm OUT OF HERE."
Stalking off, not believing that the smart guy used me, I huffed; I was so stupid in thinking he actually needed my help. Of course he doesn't.
"Wait! Y/N, you can't just leave us -" The short, energetic one exclaimed, stopping me in my place, with his long hand wrapped around my thin wrist.
I immediately flung my wrist out of his grasp and shouted, "Can't leave? CAN'T LEAVE? What, do you just expect me to fall in love with you like EVERY SINGLE GIRL in this school? Just waiting for you to do something magical and drool all over you? Worship you? NO WAY am I that kind of girl. Now, I don't want to EVER talk to you guys again, so get lost."
With that speech, I whipped around and stormed towards the door that was overpopulated with other girls. I don't freaking care if I get bombarded with girls and questions; eventually, they'll lose interest in me, and surge into the room like sharks devouring their prey, the seven boys, and I'll never have to see them again.
Just when I neared the door, one of the boys - the athletic, muscular boy - blocked my way right near the door and stared desperately at me with those adorable, cute, bunny eye - wait, what was I THINKING?
"Please, Y/N? I know you're really mad and that it wasn't really nice of Koy - Namjoon Hyung - to use you, (so the smart guy was called Namjoon, huh?) but... The moment you step out of this room, we'll be dead carrots. I mean, dead toast. Help us out this one time?" The boy asked, pouting his sweet lips and twitching his nose nervously.
Oh my god. He's so cute.
He was like a human Bunny.
I shook my head out of my stupor and huffed, thinking about that statement. All of them stared at me, waiting for my decision. After a long moment of silence, I finally answered:
"Fine."
All of the boys sighed and looked relieved, even some of them chatting with each other like nothing had happened within the short time we just had this conversation.
"But-" I pointed out, staring at each of the handsome boys individually, "I have a condition. Only one." All of them stared back, holding their breath for the one condition that I had.
" You guys will never, never, EVER talk or come close to me again. Deal?"
They all slumped down, and nodded happily, seeming satisfied with my answer.
With that satisfaction, I felt a twinge of disappointment in my mind, but quickly brushed it off, knowing that I'll never talk to them again.
Silence then fell in the room, and it was awkward. Too awkward to be comfortable.
I avoided eye contact with any of the boys and stared at the ground, occasionally looking up at the clock to check the time for our next classes.
Breaking the solemn silence that was starting to feel unbearable, the dancing guy, who was tapping his feet in a beat weirdly, even though there was no music, asked:
" Well, we have so much time left till our next classes. Why don't we make introductions to Y/N? Like, there's nothing else to do, even though we'll never talk to each other again once we're out of this classroom."
"Why is break so damn long?" Muttered the guy with the big shoulders. He raised his hand, made eye contact with me with his beautiful brown eyes, and said,
" I'm Seok jin, but everyone calls me Jin."
The mint haired, energetic guy smiled, showing his gummies, and said,
" I'm Yoongi, but be happy to call me Suga."
The dancing guy waved and said,
"Ma - I mean, Hoseok, but I want to be everyone's hope, so I'm Jhope."
Bowing his head, Namjoon said,
" As you've already heard from Jungkook, (so, the bunny guy was called Jungkook) I'm Namjoon."
"I'm Jungkook." The muscle guy said who stared at me from the floor who was currently doing a sit up.
"I'm Jimin." The puppy guy said, whilst winking at me and licking his plump lips, that made me feel uncomfortable.
"V." The remaining heart shaped guy said, revealing his round, almond eyes, peering curiously at me underneath his bangs, as if analyzing me.
After their introduction, every single one of them stared at me, waiting to see my response.
I could tell I was blushing.
Help.
I'm dying.
And just then,
the bell rang.
My saviour.
I glanced back up at the door, and I could see that the girls' silhouettes had all disappeared, rushing off to their next classes before they could get detention.
"I - I'd better go." I said.
I immediately rushed out of the room and ran down the corridor towards my next class without any of my textbooks or equipment.
Good thing I'll never have to talk to them again.
All this drama from the first day of school with these boys
are OVER.
I slammed the door open to class and found everyone open mouthed and gaping at me, while the teacher glared at me and said,
"Ms. L/N, I afraid you are ten minutes late to class! Oh and those seven boys too!"
Shoot.
I just realised I was in the same class as them this period, when they stampeded into the room loudly, gaining all the attention that they could get.
"Detention, ALL OF YOU!!!!"
