Flavor! | K.th x Female!Reader

Friends? | Part one.

I tie my hair up in a bun, standing in my tall mirror and admiring my school uniform. It was the standard uniform for all female Sweets. A white blouse, with a pink skirt that wasn't as ugly as I had first expected. Of course, I paired it with some pink sneakers that should hopefully get me through the day. Wearing heals wasn't exactly how I wanted to suffer through my first day.

With a small sigh, I grab my backpack and rush down to meet my parents at the dinner table.
"Good morning, Y/n." My mother purrs, setting down a bowl of sugary cereal for me. I mutter a small 'thanks', before beginning to eat quickly.

"No need to rush." My father smiles at me, and I try to smile back at him the best I can through my bites of cereal. In between bites, I reply.
"I'm excited for my first day. Aren't you?" I joke, shoving another spoonful into my mouth. The way the cereal melts on my tongue is heavenly, reminding me how good it is to be a Sweet.

My parents are both Sweets too. Which means I'm not mixed. Usually, when there's a mixed child, it's pretty easy to decide what flavor they'll be, judging by personality and the test.

"I have one rule, and one rule only." My father speaks up once more. I turn my attention to him, nodding for him to continue. "Stay away from Poisons. They're nothing but trouble."
"Literally." My mother chimes in. "It's in their DNA. It's best to just keep a safe distance."
"I know guys, I know."

At my old school, before I moved here over the Summer, it was an only Sweet school. We're I come from, there's a lot of schools that are only for one flavor to prevent mixing. Or whatever it's called. I was lucky enough to make friends over the Summer. But I suppose it's easy to make friends, because of my flavor.

After I'm done eating, I wave goodbye to my father and watch my mother grab her keys. My gaze floats over to my little brother playing in the yard as soon as I step outside.
"Have fun, Skip!" I call to him, which he just ignores. Casual brother things.

Skip is only a nickname for him, though. His real name is Jungwoo, but we all call him Skip. I honestly have no idea why he isn't coming with us, so I ask mom.
"He insisted on taking the bus." She shrugs, getting into the car. I get into the passenger's seat, shrugging my shoulders as well.
"He wants to see his friends, and make new ones probably. I doubt it'll be hard for him, though."
"Exactly." My mother agrees. I look out the car window, spotting my father watching Skip through the window. I wave, although I'm not sure he saw.

Finally pulling into the school parking lot, the silent atmosphere was filled. My mother leans in to give me a hug, but I'm hesitant. What if someone sees me? Oh well. I'm a Sweet, it's kind of in my nature. I give my mother a big hug, smiling.
"Be good." She reminds me, before letting me get out of the car. I grip my backpack strips, getting out of the car and walking up to the big school doors. Almost immediately, I feel a shoulder bump mine.

"Ah, sorry." I say at the same time as a random stranger. I look up, my eyes meeting a guy's gaze.
"Hi." He laughs, his eyes sparkling. I notice now, that he's a Sweet as well.
"Oh, hi!" I smile, sticking out a hand for him to shake. He shakes it, much to my relief.

"I'm new here." He murmurs, looking up at the big building with a worried glance.
"Hey! Don't worry, I'm new too." I try and comfort the stranger. "My parents went to the PTA last week, so I think I can help."
"Oh really?" The guy smiled, a boxy one. "I'm Taehyung."
"Y/n." I say confidently, already completing trusting Taehyung. "Follow me." I walk into the doors of the building, making sure that the door doesn't close on Taehyung.

This is so exciting, meeting a new person right off the bat. I feel a rush of pride as I make a turn towards the office. My parents made sure to explain to me where it is a million times. Taehyung catches up to me, now walking by my side.

"Wow, you look like you've been here before. Have you?" He asks, his voice deep voice sounding impressed. I liked that I at least impressed him.
"No, I just have overprotective parents. And a good sense of direction, it seems." That statement made Taehyung laugh. I smiled, pushing open the office doors.

I let Taehyung go up to the desk and get his locker information and schedule, before going up myself. I nudge his arm once I'm finished.
"Hey, let's compare schedules!" I put my paper close to his as I read both and determine what we have together.

"We have 3-D art and chemistry together." He declares before I can get the chance. "That means we'll be able to see each other!" He finishes.

"Yes!" I pump my fist in the air, nearly hitting Taehyung. Luckily, I didn't. "Sorry." I exclaim, before pulling him out of the office. "So, where's your locker?"

I peer down at his paper, and back at mine. "We're five lockers away from each other. Cool." I laugh, before looking up at Taehyung. I can already tell we're going to be good friends. Maybe even best friends.

A female joined the two, dressed in a plain light brown blouse with a white skirt. It was the uniform for Plains, marking her as one. "Hey Y/n." She linked her arm with mine, smiling. It was Eunmi, one of the few friends I had met over the Summer. She was pretty special, because she was my only Plain friend. She really fit the word plain, because she is the opposite. I really enjoy hanging out with her.

"Oh. Eunmi, Taehyung. Taehyung, Eunmi." I introduce the two. They nod at each other, which makes me happy. They seem to not mind each other, which was good. I finally find my locker, and Taehyung's was, in fact, five lockers away. Eunmi has to go, because unfortunately her locker was on the other side of the hall and down some.

That left just me and my locker. I set my bag down, unpacking some of my things and decorating the inside of my locker. I can tell that I'm going to love this year of school.

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Ahh, thanks for reading! This is my second work, and I think I'll be a little more motivated to actually update it. I've tried a new writing style, and I like it. And I'm actually proud of this, so that's good.