A Pain Of A Disguise

Chapter 4

The situation Yoongi got himself into was... interesting.

He was dressed as a school girl with other school girls staring at him. Girls were envious of him sitting with them. That takes all hope of befriending females.

He wouldn't want to hang out with rich girls either way. He didn't want to run the risk of finding a rotten piece of the apple.

Albeit, the boys were either excited to have her around or uncomfortable. It was a weird experience for Yoongi too. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Taehyung - who was more than glad to invite Yoongi - was one of the social butterflies in the group. He kept a conversation going along with another male in the group.

"What school did you transfer from?" One of the boys asked.

Yoongi contemplated how much he would tell them. He took his time chewing, while keeping a straight face. That only made their curiosity grow.

Finally, after a moment of silence he answered the question. "Well, I was originally going to college instead of school. My parents, instead, enrolled me into this school." He couldn't help but drag the word 'parents'. In reality, it was the company that convinced him. It wasn't like he had a choice anyway, so 'convinced' was a poor word choice.

"Oh, I get it." He nodded.

"How old are you?" Jimin blurted out without thinking. The one next to Park elbowed him. "Haven't you heard you're not supposed to ask a lady her age."

"Oh, look at you being a gentleman now!"

"Why do you ask? Are you really curious?" Yoongi asked, interrupting the possible conflict that would break out. All their attention was put on him. The brunet rested his chin on his hand; he placed an elbow on the table. The shoulder-length hair swayed slightly when he done so, causing that 'charisma effect' once more.

Of course, Yoongi held back any form of cringing. Later in the day, he'd just crawl into his bed and sulk until he fell asleep. Although, he was sleep deprived. He barely slept, so that would be impossible.

"Um," he paused, "You don't need to tell us, you know."

Jimin gulped and shifted in discomfort. Was she not mad at him or is she hiding it? He thought there was a possibility that she really didn't mind the question.

It seemed so.

Though, he wouldn't jump to conclusions.

"No. It's fine. I'll tell you, but first tell me something. Tell me why you all seem to be different ages, but you're in the same class," Yoongi said in a contradictory nonchalant-and-assertive manner. 

They'd noticed that about this girl. She wasn't afraid to ask. If she had something in mind, she would state it how it is. Then again, she could do such a thing only through Jimin who done the same. His was a slip-up though.

The difference between them is that she meant to say it. She knew what she was doing. She was extremely honest about her opinions and confident as well.

"Oh, wait you don't know?" Taehyung asked, putting both of his hands on the table. That was a sign that he was surprised and curious about Yoongi's answer.

"Don't know what?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Our class is known to have lots of repeaters - class 2-E! But then you get Jungkook here in our class. Though some of us have a really good reason for repeating. There was this incid-" A hand covered Taehyung's mouth, silencing him.