Brotherly Love (BTS X READER) *Book 1*

A New Self-Realization

     Eyes.

     Lots and lots of eyes.

     Everyone was staring at you. Heck, if you were among the crowd of other students right then, you'd be staring at you too.

     You knew you needed to go after him, Kwak Jaekyu, the boy who you just crushed in front of everybody. However, you couldn't move. Your body was frozen in place, eyes glued to the exit of the cafeteria, and face reflecting nothing but pure horror. Everyone had seen it happened; it was filmed. There were videos of it on the internet. At that point, you already knew it– there would be no recovery. With the level of popularity harbored within Kwak Jaekyu, there was no that event would just be forgotten. You were completely and utterly screwed.

     In case it wasn't clear already, Kwak Jaekyu was like the Korean Jacob Sartorius, except unarguably better. At least he didn't look like that one marionette from Lazy Town. He had such a large internet popularity that even random girls who had never actually met him would throw themselves at him in a heartbeat. You had no idea why, as you had never checked any of his social media to observe what his talents may be, you had just heard about him.

     That's beside the point though.

     It wasn't like you were too worried about an army of pre-pubescent girls hating you over the internet, that hardly mattered to you. You were worried about your classmates. It was already hard enough for you to have friends, so now that you had finally made your big break as the asshole (ethnicity), it would be even harder to have any sort of social standing in your school.

     The girl you had been sitting next to stood up and grabbed your shoulder.

     "Yah, (Y/N)! You have to go apologize to him!" she whispered aggressively into your ear, snapping you back to reality. With a quick nod, you swallowed whatever anxiety you had and bolted towards the cafeteria exit.

     As you skidded to a stop in the hallway, you frantically looked around, hoping desperately for a trace of where the boy could have went. Unfortunately for you, there were other students in the hallway, and due to the identical uniforms as well as the dress code induced matching natural hair colors on everybody, there was almost nothing that could set him apart from the crowd. (I am not in any way saying all Asians look the same, I'm just saying this because in Korean schools there are strict dress code rules implying things like no makeup and no dyed hair, although many students do those things anyways). You closed your eyes, and sent a bit of your consciousness down to your gut– the part of you you trusted most.

     Your gut said to turn right. So you did.

     You jogged along through the hallway as inconspicuously as you could, which basically meant you were half jogging while looking around frantically and slowing to a brisk walk any time you saw people. Your gut was leading you all throughout the corridors, just taking you wherever you felt was best. Eventually, you found yourself throwing open the door to your classroom. The teacher was gone having lunch wherever the teachers do, so the room was pretty much empty. Except for one person.

     "Kwak Jaekyu," you breathlessly addressed the boy, who sat silently moping at his desk. He looked up at you in the doorway, face presenting an expression of shock.

     "H-how did you know where I was?" He inquired, the tiniest twinge of hope glimmering within him. Of course, Kwak Jaekyu had briefly fantasized that you'd come after him like you had, and the boy couldn't deny that he hoped you had come to take back your rejection. However, he knew that was unlikely. He knew you to be a woman of your word, when you'd say you'd punch him, you'd punch him. It was one of the things he liked about you.