"Hello. I'm (L/n) (Y/n)," I bowed in front of the class, but never lifted my eyes. It was mortifying.

"You aren't from Korea, are you?" The male teacher asked quietly, and I felt ashamed by every second. Shaking my head, I tried to raise my eyes to look him in the eye.

"Okay. Well, go take a seat," he shooed me to the back of the class. Looking out of the window, I could almost feel gazes burn into me.

The hours seemed to pass quickly actually. It was finally lunch, and, not surprisingly, no one asked me to sit with them, so I took an empty table and took out my phone.

(Y/n): Hey

Yoongi: Aren't you at school? Why are you texting me?

(Y/n): It's lunch time and no one wanted to sit with me so I needed someone to talk to

Yoongi: Kay... so how is your first day of school going?

(Y/n): Good I guess. It makes it easier that I don't have any classes with Jungkook.

(Y/n): How's work? Ol' man

Yoongi: Oh shush. I'm only 20, almost 21. And work is okay. I'm writing lyrics right now.

(Y/n): Is it fun?

Yoongi: Sometimes. Though it gets stressful fast

(Y/n): How stressful?

Yoongi:

(Y/n): Awe, I sorry for u

Yoongi: It's fine. It's my job

(Y/n): Want me to leave you alone to do your job?

Yoongi: Nah. It's okay (N/n)

(Y/n): Wow. How'd you come up with that?

Yoongi: Never underestimate your oppa

(Y/n): Yes Sir.

Yoongi: You're making me feel like an old man!

(Y/n): Wait. You aren't an old man?

Yoongi: Brat

(Y/n): You know you love me

Right as I sent the text, I regretted it. Blushing furiously, I went to correct myself.

(Y/n): I mean... like... uh... I mean that you can stand me?

Yoongi: I know what you mean

Yoongi: Oppa is sad now

(Y/n): Why is oppa sad?

Yoongi: It really isn't an appropriate conversation to have over text

(Y/n): Why so?

Yoongi: It's something that should be talked in person

(Y/n): Tell me

Yoongi: No. I'll give you hints though

(Y/n): It's like a game ^-^

Yoongi: First hint. Do you think I'm cute? Or maybe handsome?

(Y/n): What kind of hint is that

I'm glad this is over text. My face heated up and I almost choked on my food. I could never admit that he was cute-

Yoongi: Answer my question or no more hints

(Y/n): No oppa...

Yoongi: You don't think I'm cute? Or handsome? Or hot?

(Y/n): I have to get to class oppa. See you after school

I wanted to bang my head on the table, and I stood up, hurrying to my class after slipping my phone in my backpack.

What kind of hint was that? It wasn't even a hint, it was a question. Maybe the hint was obvious... maybe I'm just stupid.

Tugging on my hair slightly with frustration, I tried to focus on class, but I was thinking about answering the question. He was certainly going to pester me about it, and if that was the first hint, what are the other hints. This game was certainly complicated.

Yoongi: I'm going to working late

(Y/n): But why oppa?

Yoongi: I need to finish this song, is it a big deal?

(Y/n): I don't know. What is your second hint?

Yoongi: Hmm... it's going to be subtle

(Y/n): Okay oppa! I'm heading to the dorm

Yoongi: Is Jungkook with you?

(Y/n): No. I think he's going to the studio

Yoongi: Okay. Stay safe.

Yoongi: A lot of guys would love to harass a pretty girl like you

(Y/n): I'm pretty?

Yoongi: Hm?

(Y/n): You just called me pretty

Yoongi: I have to get to work. If you want, you can sleep in my bed tonight

(Y/n): Okay oppa. Don't work yourself too hard

Smiling to myself, I hurried to the dorm and locked myself in my room with my thoughts.

"So.. oppa," I sighed quietly to myself, "I'm pretty?"

"(Y/n), who are you talking to?" J-Hope knocked on my door.

"Just myself, Hoseok oppa!" I giggled slightly before opening the door.

"Jin has dinner ready," J-Hope pat me on the head and I nodded.

*****

I tried to sleep in my room, but it wasn't as comforting, so I has asked Jin oppa if he minded if I slept in Yoongi's bed. He seemed surprised, but didn't tell me no. Just opened the door a little wider and invited me in the room.

Laying down, I grabbed a pillow and hugged it while laying my head on it. I had even forgotten to tuck myself in. Jin was already asleep by then also.

It was more comforting than my cold bed. Blushing a small bit, I breathed in as I drifted out of consciousness.