The Bitter Sweet Ace (BTS Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: A Friend's Help

"I can't believe this!" I sighed in disbelief while standing in front of a school, where I never expected to be enrolled in.

Every students dreamed to be enrolled here. For them, once you go to this school you are automatically BIG TIME.

Most of them came from a wealthy family. Families who own big companies, owners of famous corporations, private islands, successful business men and women.

MONEY, FAME, PRESTIGE, POWER AND of course, BRAINS. Those are the requirements that you needed to be qualified in this school.

And me? You might think I'm a rich kid, but no. You might think my parents are famous business man and woman, no again. My mom and dad owns a simple shop for a living.

Now you're thinking how I was able to be qualified in this school? It's a long story. But whatever the reason may be, I'm telling you, I DON'T like it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I can do this. For my family, I need to be strong. I started giving out heavy foot steps while entering the school's gigantic gate.

As soon as I stepped in I was frozened in my place.

"What . . . . the?"

This school is five times larger than my expectations. Expensive cars, students wearing branded bags with their shiny accessories and wide halls inside the campus.

Is this place really a school? I thought, standing still and trying to sink everything in my mind.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!*

"Holy cookies!" I shrieked as a car swiftly pass by me.

I hear giggles from some of the students and others are looking at me suspiciously with their eyebrows raised. They might be wondering how an impecunious like me entered their harmonious school.

I can feel my cheeks flashing red, embarrassed and annoyed at the same time. Heat started to fill up my head so I started walking away as if nothing happened.

I've been wandering around the halls for almost half an hour trying to find the admissions office. "This school is pretty huge! Augh. Where the hell can I find the admissions office?! This is. . . . . "

"Go forward until you reach the corner, turn right then walk pass the fountain area, turn right again, go up the stairs, then turn left. You'll see a huge door on the far end with the school's symbol. That's where the admissions office is." Said by a guy who was sitting on the bench holding a book, in leveled with his nose line.

"Oh? Uh. . . Thank you." I said awkwardly.

"Are you sure you got everything I said?" He asked still holding his book not even bothered to look at me.

"Yes. Go uh. . f-forward then uh. . right i mean, turn left. . . and you'll see a mountain, I mean fountain t-then uh. . ." I stuttered.

"Calling the attention of Mr. Zafron kindly proceed to the admissions office now." A loud voice came out from the speaker.

He closed his book and stared at me. His eyes sparkles behind his glasses. "Well looks like I'll be marching with you to the admission office. Do you mind?" He flashed a warm smile.

My heart skip a beat. Crap! I think I just saw an angel. I shook my head and came back to my senses. "uhh a-alright then." I said trying to act normal.

We started walking on our way to the office when he broke the silence. "By the way, I'm Archiel Zafron from Class A-A. And you are?" He extended his hand.

"Oh. I'm Hana Creamian Quiza. Nice to meet you." I shook hands with him.

"What a wonderful name. Nice to meet you too Hana. So, you're new here? You don't seem to look familiar." He asked.