The Stars In Your Eyes | Yoonseok

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Yoongi's alarm clock went off, the annoying, loud and obnoxious sound ringing his eardrums. The dreadful noise startled him. Yoongi hadn't needed the device to go off, anyways. He was up most of the night, unable to sleep because his wrist had been aching the whole night. Why?

He broke it. Yoongi broke his wrist. He broke it in the most idiotic way possible, it looks like something you'd see on those 'Fail' videos on YouTube. How he broke it, is the real question.

The day before, Yoongi was skating his skateboard with his friend, Namjoon. The streets were quite icy and slippery. Namjoon had already tried convincing his friend not to bring the skateboard but, of course, he did anyways. He decided going faster would be the most fantastic idea despite his speed already, so he went even faster. He expected some cool action movie type thing in his head but, instead, his skateboard skidded and rammed into a lamp-post, sending him flying and into a wall of a house just ahead of them. Yeah. Ouch.

Namjoon panicked and ran over. He must've forgotten the ground was, in fact, icy and slippery. Namjoon started skidding and toppled over, landing on Yoongi.

Dumb and dumber.

Enough about their stupidity. Back to the story.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned off the useless device, but, of course, something else decided to make noise. His phone was ringing, so Yoongi groaned and checked the caller ID.

'Annoying human'

Yoongi picked up the phone and uttered a 'Hello' to the other.

"Hey, Yoongs-"

"Do not call me that, 'K Namjoon?"

"Right. Hey, Yoongi. How's your wrist?" Namjoon emphasized the 'Yoongi'.

The aforementioned male rolled his eyes. Yoongi scoffed. "Yeah, it's fantastic, amazing, like it wasn't broken just yesterday."

"Right. Think you'll be okay for school?"

Yoongi dreaded this. "I guess, yeah."

"Good, I don't wanna make a fool of myself in front of-"

"Your cute boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?!" He could hear his friend sigh in frustration. "I'm not even gay, or bi, or anything."

"Says who? You? You actually think you're not gay, or bi, or anything?"

"Nope, now bye better be ready be there in 5, bye love you, love you t---"

Yoongi hung up. He chuckled at his friend. Yoongi went and got changed into his normal, everyday kind of wear. Black jeans with a T-Shirt, then his favorite hoodie put over it. He grabbed his bag with his only properly working hand and walked downstairs.

As he was about to walk out the door, he saw his mother too busy making out with his Step-'Dad' to even say bye. Yoongi sighed and mumbled a small 'Bye mom, love you too' and walked out the door. His friend was already there.

"Hey, Yoongi. Why you sad?"

"I'm not." Yoongi shrugged. "C'mon, let's go."

Namjoon didn't speak any further about the subject, because he knew what it could be anyways, and that he knows when he doesn't want to be beaten by his friend. The two walked along in silence. Namjoon decided to break the painfully silent walk.

"So, d'you hear there's a new student?" He spoke, looking at the other perk up and raise his head to glance at him.

"Really?" Yoongi asked and tilted his head.

"Mhm. Don't know much about him though.

"How does he look?"

"What, you already taken an interest into him? Gee, Yoongi. And you rant and rave about the fact I'm always about Seokjin."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How does he look though?"

"Well, how do I know? Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I don't know everything."

Yoongi scoffed. "Sure, sure. 'I don't know everything'"

"Aww~ Is Yoongi actually.." Namjoon gasped. "c-complimenting me?! Could it be!?"

He pushed his friend into a nearby wall. Yoongi folded his arms and watched as the other collapsed. Despite his small size and Namjoon's tallness, Yoongi seemingly had the strength of a horse.

"OOF!" Namjoon grunted as he hit the ground. He stood and rubbed his sore spots, glaring at his friend.

"That's what you get, you chancer."

"Yeah, yeah.. let's just get to school."

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Hoseok was full of nerves. He stared at the huge entrance and the mob of students all around him. He gulped. Hoseok walked into the school, down the hall and to his locker. On the journey, he felt hundreds of eyes staring at him. The new boy. Heck, he even heard whispers. Hoseok wasn't the nervous, anxious or scaredy type. He was bright, social and easily befriended. But this was different. That was middle school, he had loads of friends there. He went into High School in the area he was living in, with his friends. Who had he here?

Hoseok got what he needed from his locker, and put back what he didn't need into the metal box, shutting it and walking to his first class. Music. What a nice way to start of the day.

He navigated himself to the classroom and entered. He found a group of students on one side of the room and two males near the piano, one sitting on it and the other sitting on the stool. They were chatting, one smiling widely. Hoseok gulped and decided to go over to the two students by the piano.

"Uhm, hi." He gazed at the two nervously as the looked at him.

"Oh, hey there. You must be new, I haven't seen you around before." A tall male smiled, dimples on show. He stretched out his arm for Hoseok to shake. Hoseok shook the hand (finally. Namjoon got a handshake.). "That's Yoongi."

Yoongi was the one sitting on the piano stool. His hair was dyed a blonde, eyes a deep chocolate brown. He looked up at Hoseok and gave a shy smile and a quiet hello.

"Like it here?" Namjoon asked Hoseok. He shrugged.

"I guess it's nicer than the school I was in before. I had friends there, but.." Hoseok's voice trailed off.

"We'd love someone else in our little friend group. Yoongi needs to socialize more you see. He only has me so--"

"Ok class!!"

The teacher walked into the classroom in her usual attire for the cold, winter weather. A sweater, jeans, her glasses and some Ugg boots. Everyone looked up. Hoseok looked around the room. He hadn't even seen the flood of students that came in not so long ago.

"Today I'll be assigning you all projects that you work together on in groups of 6--"

Suddenly someone opened the door and waltzed in like he had no care in the world. His hair was a silver-ish color, his face well-sculpted. It was like he was a perfect statue. He was carved to perfection.

"Mr. Kim. You're late." She looked at the male, her arms crossed.

"Oh, yeah, I realized." He chuckled. "I think I'd know. No need to remind me." 'Kim' walked over to the piano and dropping his back right onto Hoseok's foot. Whatever was in there was heavy. Hoseok let out a yelp as the bag fell.

"Is there an issue, Hoseok?" The teacher looked at the male, head tilting. Hoseok shook his head and gulped.

"Uh, no, there isn't.. Just stubbed my toe off the piano.."

The teacher nodded and continued.

a/n:

1208 WORDS. Ngl, I'm pretty proud of myself. Maybe it's the fact I have a week to work on the chapters. Anyways, whoever reads this, how is it? Is it ok? Is there any unneeded info or smth? Tell me if there is.