(Y/N's POV)
"Jisoo! You can't just randomly ask out guys if they want to come over shopping for girls!" I hissed, panicked, as we sat in between the famous Bangtan Boys in their locomotive, desperate for a chance to escape. "Why not? They're just here to help. Anyways, I feel like some of them may have... Other intentions than just helping you pick a dress..." Jisoo smirked, her eyebrows playfully wiggling as I blushed furiously. Before I could scold her for her outrageous remarks/presumptions, Jimin, who was sitting in front, turned around, smirked, and said, "What happened? I could hear Y/N hissing from all the way up here." "Nothing, thank you very much." I forced out a grimacing smile that widened his plump lips on my expression.
"Oh sweetheart, it's fine to be nervous around men. We're not dangerous." Jimin chuckled, eyeing us with his sparkling brown eyes, while sweeping back his bright blonde hair. Still laughing as he faced the front.
Rude.
"I'm sorry if we may not seem... Appropriate." Namjoon quietly retorted, as he faced us from directly across the aisle, raising his elegant eyebrows and frowning slightly by Jimin's attitude. "We aren't that used to... Guests."
"That's true. Usually it's only us here. Girls try to come up to us, but we refuse. But to you guys, you'll always be welcome!" Hoseok smiled, grinning as he continuously tapped his feet to an invisible beat impatiently against the floor of the car. "Why us, though?" I asked, still suspicious that the BTS gang would enjoy Jisoo and my company. "It's not even your fault that there's food on my clothes right now - why did you guys come over to help?"
Silence echoed through the vehicle as my question sank into the minds of these 8 incredibly handsome men. These men that have not stopped meddling with me since the very moment I stepped into this school. Which wasn't even a month yet.
"We don't know, Y/N; we truly don't know." Namjoon broke the awkward silence, his low voice reverberating deeply throughout the confined space of the moving car. Gulping for a source of humidity, I opened my mouth to question them further, when Jisoo interrupted, "Well anyways," with a very pointed look at me which made me close my mouth, "Y/N and I are greatly appreciative for what you're doing for us. We will somehow pay back for your generosity and kindness in another way." She smiled, her face and behaviour quickly lifting the heavy atmosphere of the room.
The Jisoo effect.
"Of course! It's - it's our p-pleasure to help y-you, Y/N... And Jisoo!" Jungkook murmured, barely able to make straight eye contact with Y/N as his cheeks slightly reddened. "I like you, Y/N," Yoongi grinned, a wicked gleam entering his eye as he surveyed my ruined clothes, "You seem to have a knack for attracting trouble. How very... Attractive." And he burst out laughing at his own ironic choice of words, which was echoed by most of the other members of the group in the car, Jisoo included, even a crack of a smile forming on my lips - except for one, silent person.
Kim Taehyung.
A mystery he was. Ever since the incident in the gym happened, I've never seen him talk to me after. The first time he spoke my name in that deep, deep voice awakened something in me; something that felt... Otherworldly. As if some slumbering, forgotten part of me had sparked from its eternal sleep by his proximity and existence. As if it was familiar with him. I squinted my arms at Taehyung, sitting a row ahead of me by the window side, clearly hearing none of the conversation that was happening around him, but instead staring out the window to the wilderness and unknown beyond, a foreign emotion clearly shining through his eyes from his otherwise stone cold, beautiful face.
I've never saw this kind of raw emotion before; well, that was evident from him. It was fascination. Fascination and solemn curiosity, harmoniously mixed, as he stared and stared out the window, and with every passing scenery, as if drinking in honey. His dark brown eyes seemed to swallow up the world around him, processing somehow in his swirling brain of the majestic views of the Earth's environment. Every sight, sound, taste, touch and smell seemed to be absorbing into his body, attracted to the magnetic pull that only Taehyung had that was a siren to all emotions. No doubt that girls in our school would feel attracted to him - he seemed like a living magnet shooting off power, drawing people in with his devastatingly beautiful looks and magical aura that seemed to surround him anytime. Even now.
