What's worse than the first day of school? Waking up on the first day of school while the house might be burning down...

Exhaling a heavy sigh, I turned off the stove, taking the burned eggs off of the heat. I meandered past my mother who had been trying to decide on what colour lipstick to put on today.

"Hey, mom..." I spoke out hesitantly, earning a simple hum as my response, "Is today a great day to start? Can't I rather start next week? I mean, it's Tuesday today."

She did not remark to me. I was unsure of whether she didn't hear what I said or just chose to ignore me. Either way, I knew my answer. There is no bargaining with her. Mom walked downstairs, her face plastered with make-up as it always is.

"Sweetie, I made breakfast." She said from the kitchen while the smell of burnt eggs still lingered in the air, "I have to leave early today. Mr Han asked me to do some extra work for him."

The door then slammed closed as she left without even bidding as much as a farewell. It's as simple as just saying, "See you later." Even so, I assume that it's difficult for both of us to say.

She's the secretary of some company's CEO. While her job does entail a lot, I knew exactly what she meant by 'extra work'—Trying to hide her love bites with a scarf as though she raised an idiot. The thought of her using her body to feel pleasure disgusts me. I can't imagine what must go through her mind. It was bad enough to be forced into it, why would you do it purposely?

Unbothered by my appearance, I decided that it was time to put aside my fear. As I approached the school, a wave of intimidation had hit me. Thoughts about how high school has only been a living hell for me thus far filled my head like a raging tsunami. Scepticism and fear of the unknown had engulfed me within seconds. I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped into the gates, ignoring the whispers that tickled my ears.

"Is she new?"

"Who joins mid-year? Problem kid, you think?"

"Ugh! Her style is so plain."

Not like it's the first time I've heard comments like these. People didn't even try to be discreet. They always take a more schadenfreude approach to things like this. They feed off of the misfortune of others as though they're bottom feeders or scavengers waiting for prey to fall on their laps.

Whilst attempting to ignore these remarks, I walked straight past them, heading toward my homeroom class. Needless to say that my social anxiety was through the roof at this point. My footsteps echoed through the empty halls. When I had finally reached my designated classroom, the wave of scepticism had inundated me once more.

Even with my hand close enough to touch the door, I hesitated. My knuckles touched the door. I grew more and more afraid. After building up the courage, I knocked on the door. "Enter." said a voice inside. It was my new homeroom teacher. I creaked open the door as my footsteps filled the silence in the room. While walking, I could feel the stares on me.

I directed my attention to the teacher standing in front. He was pale and exuded an aura that could make you shiver in your boots. He seemed unapproachable. His resting face looked bored and is eyes screamed fatigue. I could sense and confusion in the room because of my presence. I stood stagnant with my head down, facing my shoes.

I stood silent as my homeroom teacher explained to the class that I was a new student. His name was Mr Min. His voice was deep and resonated beautifully in the classroom while his articulation was on point. He asked me to introduce myself.

"Hi. My name's y/n, 17 years old and new to the area" I said awkwardly, waiting for the teacher to assign me a seat.

I had gotten assigned an empty seat next to the window somewhere in a middle row. The scenery outside had me zoning out, staring at the trees as they ruffled in the wind. Whispers had started again. I noticed the class beginning to talk. In an unsuspecting motion, I glanced over at Mr Min and saw him sleeping on the desk. Someone then tapped on my shoulder from behind me. The most memorable aspect of that moment was his rectangular-shaped smile.

"Hi! I'm Kim Taehyung! He's my friend Park Jimin." He said. I greeted them back and forced a smile.

"So why'd you transfer schools Mid-year? It's kind of weird. Get into fights or something?" Jimin asked me with his head slightly tilted to the side to emanate his curiosity.

"Yah! Jiminie pabo (fool)!* You can't just ask something like that!" Taehyung said, flicking Jimin on his forehead. "I'm sorry about him."

"it's fine." I answered, "We recently moved from (your/city)."

"Oh! That's cool, so why'd you move" Jimin asked.

I looked down awkwardly as the question had me a bit taken aback. Said reasons for our relocation playing in my head again. The atmosphere around me grew cold once more. Taehyung could feel the atmosphere getting undesirable. I noticed his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly.

"Hey! Do you wanna have lunch with us?" Taehyung asked, trying to change the topic.

Before I could answer, someone from the front row dropped their books off the desk, causing Mr Min to stir in his sleep. He woke up and continued the lesson as though nothing had happened. I guess this happens often, him falling asleep.

When class ended, I walked to my new locker, staring into it, wondering whether it was worth customising. I shook the thought away and took out books for my next class. As I walked along in the hall, I had accidentally bumped into Taehyung in the hallway. He noticed me and his eyes seemed to have lit up a bit.

"Y/n, hey. I never did get an answer earlier." He spoke with a smile. "Lunch?"

"With who though?" I asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He put his hands in his pocket and straightened up a bit while he looked off into space when he answered me.

"Just a few friends," he said, showing me his boxy smile again and making direct eye contact. After a slight hesitation, I agreed and went back to class.

Soon, lunch had rolled around. I walked in the direction of the cafeteria. Suddenly I heard someone calling out to me, followed by heavy panting.

"Y/N!! YAH! (Hey)" Taehyung yelled from the end of the hall as he ran up to me.

I stood there in shock as a group of girls stared at me whispering, I couldn't hear what though but it made me uncomfortable.

"Hey, Taehyung, you know you don't—"

"Just Tae is fine" I was cut off by a finger on my lip.

"Okay, Tae," I said reluctantly, "you don't have to yell from the end of the hallway"

Just then, I heard more yelling. This group sure did stand out a lot.

"Kim Taehyung!! Yah!! Why are you running!" One yelled flamboyantly.

"Yeah! You should know better than..." he paused to inhale, panting from the loss of breath. "to make your hyungs* run like that!" The other continued.

*T/N: Used by males to
address an older brother
or close male friend

I watched as both of them ran and stopped right in front of us and began breathing heavily. Both of their hands were on their slightly bent knees to support their body weight.

"Sorry! I was trying to catch up with Y/n," he said, trying to shrug it off.

Both of them looked at me as they smiled. Both warm and welcoming, one of theirs was as radiant as the sun and the other hard the most adorable dimples I've ever seen.

"Hi, Y/n! I'm Hoseok! But Hobi is fine!"

"I'm Namjoon! Nice to meet you!"

They both introduced themselves sweetly as I slightly bowed in front of them, wanting to get out of the situation as there were eyes on us. Eyes that felt like they were piercing right through me. My response was met with Tae shrugging his shoulders and putting his arm around me. He looked up, confidently.

"Let go get some hamburgers,' he said while I chuckled and removed him arm from my shoulder.

"Sure," I cooed.

The lot of us had moved into the cafeteria. The line for food was relatively short, meaning that in no time we were already headed towards a lunch table. Said table already had a single person seated at it.

"Hi! I'm Jungkook! It's nice to meet you!" He said, waving both his hand up and smiling like a bunny. His eyes crinkled in the corner and it was as though he smiles with all of his features, not just his mouth. I grinned back and introduced myself to him.

I quietly ate my lunch while listening to Jungkook and Jimin argue over who would win in a fight against Luffy and Naruto. Namjoon was on his phone, with Hobi trying to get his attention by leaning on him frequently. Tae was just content with his burger. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

I walked into the lady's room, however, before I could go very much further, someone kicked her leg up onto the wall, blocking my path. I recognised her. She was sitting in front of my class with the other girls that were fancily dressed.

"Why hello there," she crooned in a condescending voice. "I'm Ahreum. You're the new kid in class, correct? What's your name?"

"Y-Y/n" I replied, being a little hesitant.

Her aura just screamed alpha female. Whilst there's me an omega.

"Well, Y/n, I just thought that I'd let you know, TaeHyungie belongs to me." She said, smiling cynically, as though she were trying to intimidate me. "So, I would suggest that you keep your filthy hands away from him, okay?"

I nodded my head hesitantly as she walked out. I sojourned in the bathroom for some time, thinking to myself. It continued to echo in my head. I turned around, walking towards the class. I sat, staring out the window just waiting for this day to end when I fell asleep in this new place where nobody knows me.

'filthy hands', huh?

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