STAY WITH US (BTSxreader)

chapter 1: New days

If I had one wish, I'd go back and live life all again. Although this time I'd choose where I'd go and who I'd love.

                                                                   《 ♡》

Since I was a child I loved south Korea and dreamt that one day I would have the opportunity to live there. Everything captivated me, the music, the cuisine, even the respectful nature between their people. 

But I think what really drew me in was their attitudes towards plastic surgery.  As a baby I was born with a birthmark right across my lips and left ear. Growing up in the UK, it isn't the norm to have gone through 2 surgeries by the age of 14 to get them removed. Plus the bullying definitely didn't help. But by 15 I'd had enough, I wanted to go somewhere where that would make me happy and where I wouldn't be ridiculed for the issues with my self-image. So with a lot of Korean practice and a lot of persisting to my mother...I was finally on my way to Korea.

"please be good to your host family, they're letting you into their home, so make sure to be clean!"

"yes mum, I know, I will"

"make sure to text us on the plane and when you get off and when your coach comes and..."

"mum, I will, everything's gunna be great. I know it"

"I know, but its a different country and you know how I worry"

...And she does worry... a lot...too much for her own good. I know I'd miss them but this is truly what I wanted to do. I could tell my dad was getting nervous for me, but never said it. I think he knew that if he spoke, his voice may crack, so he kept it to hard short sentences..

"right honey, lets let her go"

"okay okay, be good, love you so much, be safe"

"I will, love you too"

And like that, I was gone.

...

Honestly I LOVE travel... I don't know where it started or why, but I loved the idea of sitting on a plane for hours by myself. I think it has something to do with music and finding just that right mixture of joy and meditation. I slept most of the way there, knowing that when I arrived it would probably be almost 5 in the morning and I'd have school a few hours later.

By the time I landed in Korea I was shaking, not only because it was extremely cold, but because I was terribly scared. I wished to have good friends here. That maybe being here was where I was meant to be.

On the couch the landscape was incredible, to be honest it wasn't a lot different from where I lived. But sooner we travelled further into the city of Seoul, the scenery changed and as well so did the pace of my heartbeat.

I was dropped off at a small building complex with my bags. Not more than 6 flats were in this building and all looking a little small. My host family were at number 3, so I plucked up my tired feet and all the confidence I had left in order to greet my new roommates with a bright smile.

"hello, I'm y/n. Its a pleasure to meet you." I greeted with a smile, but it wasn't reciprocated by the woman in the doorway. 

"ah finally, yes. Come in" her tone was sharp and unhappy as she eyed me up and down.... Okay...odd... but whatever. We wont judge her tone too harshly. Maybe she's tired, I mean, its only 7am.

"thankyou so much for letting me stay in your home this year"

"yes okay, here you are. Breakfast is in the top shelf. Dinner is at 8. Curfew 9."

She said no more after that, leaving me with a blank face and empty head. I didn't even know her name. 

I don't know why she said the first part in English but okay....she revealed a room just next to the front door, turned on the light and walked away.

Well...okay then. The room was... not huge...well it wasn't really medium either. It was quite small. Kind of like a bike closet. But whatever, it will do for this year. I don't take up much space. Plus, I'll be cleaner if the room is smaller. Though...the bike and rack of coats crowding the space wasn't really helpful. But at least the window was pretty. There was a little withered What I think was a rhododendron ...But I might be wrong.

"don't worry little fella, we're gunna grow nice and strong"

I couldn't really eat I was so scared for school. I had to pick up my uniform there so I figured it wouldn't hurt to be early. The school was about a 40 minute walk away, but I kind of enjoyed it...again...I like travel. By the time I got there, the gates were open. No one was around so I guess that was a good thing that I wasn't sticking out too much. I had an idea of where the front office was due to prior phone calls with some of the staff who were eager for me to arrive. One of these teachers was miss. Joun. She was very excited about me coming over and having a foreign exchange student from the UK. I guess I was the first person from Britain they've had in a while?

It wasn't long before I met her in person, her smile was infectious and exactly what I imagined it to be. She helped me with my uniform and personally dropped me to my first class of the day.

Not too much happened in class, everyone welcomed me nicely and cheered for me but after that it seemed really hard to talk to someone. My anxiety was getting the best of me and I knew I had to be confident and at least attempt some conversation. But the words just didn't come out. Lunch rolled around fast, but that wasn't really that much fun either. I didn't really sit with anyone and I was shaking like a mad man..so that wasn't helping. I kept hearing the word "pig". I knew I wasn't as skinny as a lot of the other girls in the school...but it was only because of the puppy fat. I don't know, maybe I was a little chubby. I've never really thought about it too much before.

School seemed to move slower after that and I was actually feeling a little relieved to be walking home again. Though I found a little bench outside a park on my way back and decided to do a little extra Korean before I arrived home. Maybe I'd try to make my new host family laugh or want to spend time with me. I don't know.

By 8 I was starving. The house was empty when I got home so I resided to my room till I had the confidence to venture out for food. I was half hoping someone would knock and call me sweetly. But alas nothing. When I reached the kitchen they were all there cleaning up their plates. I kind of felt like crying. But then again I couldn't blame them. I was new here, I didn't know their schedule.

"hello, good afternoon"

"here's dinner"

The wife had but down a small plate in front of me with what looked like a few overdone kimchi pancakes and an apple. Not gunna lie I was kind of confused, but still thanked her none the less. 

My fist encounter with the husband was just as embarrassing as the wife, as I decided to greet him when he suddenly passed me by. 

"hello, its nice to meet you, I'm y/n"

"hello, lin-ah I want a beer"

Well...okay? ...And just like that they both left me to watch the tv. Their son was still at the table studying. So I tried not to disturb him with my eating. When I was done I wasn't sure what to do with the plate.

"excuse me, what should I do?"

"what are you saying, clean it"

Okay kinda rude. But sure. I did just that.

I went back to my room quicker than I thought was possible. I kind of just wanted to sleep. Today wasn't the best, but hey, it was a big one, an important one. 

You made it here. And that's all that mattered.

Good people are on the way...

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First chapter done. 

I wrote this while i was quite tipsy and sad at 2am so soz if it aint the best. 

It'll get better..if i can be bother to continue.

But i should..ill try x