(Yanna POV)

The whole day Yoongi walks with me and sits next to me during class. I've never had this... you know... a friend. And he's so nice to me. Some of the things he says and does like--

"Let me carry those books for you. They look heavy."

And--

"Your favorite color is white? That's so cool."

"Why is it cool?" I ask sitting down, and he sits next to me in the back row. I don't even notice the stares from everyone this time. I guess I'm too busy getting to know my new (and only) friend.

"Because," He explains, "My favorite color is black. I guess opposites do attract, huh?" He fidgets with his sleeve shyly.

Okay, this guy is literally so sweet to me! I don't even know why? Probably because, like I said before, he doesn't know what I am to this school. But I don't want him to find out... because maybe when he does... he won't want to sit next to me or walk to class with me. And.... I like having someone next to me. It feels nice.

"Don't get used to this kind of thing. Don't let yourself get attached to this guy. Don't start feeling things, Yanna! Remember, you are not going to be a hopeless romantic this year!"

But I can't help it. I appreciate him if anything.

Yoongi... I really like this guy.

(Yoongi POV)

I sit with Yanna the entire day. I don't really know how to do this whole "boyfriend" thing so I figured I should start with just friends first. I mean, isn't that what most people do?

Yanna seems awfully excited when I ask her questions. They're not even that impressive. I ask her what her favorite color is, things like that. She just gets so enthusiastic about everything. Doesn't it get exhausting for her? All I know is after one class with this girl, I'm ready to give up and take a nap.

She stares at me a lot. It's kinda creepy. I'm trying to keep eye contact with her as much as I can, but I end up doing little things like playing with my sleeve or running a hand through my hair just to give myself something else to do.

Granted I don't remember a whole lot about what high school is supposed to be like, but I definitely don't remember this many letters in Math. What the frick, dude?!

Sorry, got off topic. My main focus is supposed to be Yanna. Speaking of Yanna, she's sitting next to me... still staring at me. I feel weird in all honesty. She looks at me as if I'm the greatest thing to happen since sliced bread.

She taps the desk to pull my attention away from the board, "Yoongi?" She whispers.

"Yeah?" I answer even though we're in class.

She tries to lean over to my ear, so I scoot closer to her, "When Mr. Kim turns around the back of his head looks like a squirrel."

I almost choke but thankfully Yanna's inability to keep any giggle at a minimum volume covers me. She rests her chin in her hand and watches me struggle to keep myself composed.

Mr. Kim gives up both a stern look, and Yanna immediately sits still with her head down and stops laughing. But after the teacher looks away, Yanna smiles at me again.

I guess Yanna was being literal when she said she'd never had a friend before.

The rest of the day seems to drag on for years. And that's coming from someone who's training involved staring at a wall for twelve hours.

I'm definitely not used to this environment. I'm definitely not used to Yanna. She's... definitely something.

I look up at the clock and rub the back of my neck.

"How is this mission already proving more difficult than all my others combined? It's been one day. One day! And I'm ready to fall down a hole."

If I'm gonna make it through this mission, it's going to be out of my own determination, and absolutely nothing to do with how crazy being Yanna's boyfriend is going to be.

If this is what being her friend is like, I don't want to know what being her boyfriend is going to be like.

"Remember the mission, Yoongi. Your assignment comes first."

I'm already dreading this--

(Yanna POV)

I made it home safe and sound, thanks to Yoongi. Turns out he moved in two blocks down from me. He likes walking so he asked if he could just join me on his way home from school.

"Y-Yeah, sure." Okay yes, I was nervous about people seeing us leave school together, even just after the first day. But I decided not to worry about it (or at least try not to), because who wants to walk home alone? This is the first day in a long time I haven't had my earphones in blocking out the world as I walk. I like walking like this... with someone beside me.

"So, do you live with your parents?" Yoongi asks me as we walk.

I sigh, trying to think of the best way to answer him, "Yes. Technically. They come back every so often to see me, but their jobs take them all over the world. I understand why they're gone so much, but I still miss them."

Yoongi nods the whole time I'm talking. It's nice to have someone act so attentive to what you're saying. Like he actually wants to know about me.

"And your parents... do they miss you?" He asks slowly.

Why this makes me heart clench, I don't know. I know my parents love me, and I love them. But for some reason, I get scared when he talks about them.

I answer, "Yes. I think so. They always tell me they love and miss me at least. I believe them."

He watches me while I watch the ground, "Yanna?"

I shake my head and take a refreshing breath before smiling up at him, "My parents love me. Also, I think they would like you if they met you. I can already tell!"

For some reason this makes Yoongi very tense, "Oh? Y-Yeah, I bet." He licks his lips and hides his hands in his pockets.

I tilt my head at him, "Are you okay? You look kinda pale."

He shakes his head and sighs, "I'm always pale. I have skin like sugar." He looks up at the sky and pinches the bridge of his nose as if this is a daily struggle for him, "Oh, the pressures of being a porcelain doll."

I can't help but giggle, and I poke his cheek, "You seem pretty real to me."

But then a thought comes to mind...I stop. Two steps later Yoongi also stops and looks back at me.

"Yanna?"

"You are real? Aren't you, Yoongi?"

He furrows his brow, "What do you mean?"

I swallow, "I mean... you're not fake, are you? I'm not dreaming all this am I?" I don't know what I would do if I woke up and all this wasn't real.

He takes a deep breath and walks to me. He stops in front of me, and gently uses two fingers to push my glasses all the way up my nose. He smiles down at me and whispers, "I'm real. I promise this isn't a dream."

I really wish I could reach out and wrap him in a warm hug, but I hold myself back and instead and bite my lip to keep from smiling to big.

The conversation flowed very naturally from there as we walked. There was never a dull moment when I didn't know what to say. Yoongi is, in every sense, a wonderful conversationalist. I like talking to him a lot. Of course, I don't talk to a lot people these days.

Yoongi points towards my house and whistles, "Whoa, oh! Whoever lives there has it nice." He shakes his head and scoffs, obviously very impressed.

I smile cheekily before turning to stand in front of him and blush, "Would you like to come in?"

His eyes stop blinking, "You- You live there?"

I bite my lip and brush my hair behind my ear, "Umm yeah, this is me. You're welcome to come in for a minute and have a snack or whatever."

"I umm..." Yoongi looks down the street before rubbing the back of his neck. He looks back to me after a moment and smiles, "Sure. I'd like that."

"Okay!" I say maybe a little too excited. Don't blame me though. I've never had a friend come over to my house before. It seems like he may have something important to do later so let's make this a quick visit!

Yoongi motions for me to lead the way so I take us both past the gate and to the front door.

Why am I so nervous?

My parents gave me a very strict rule.

"No one is allowed inside the house while we are gone. And no one means no one."

I never break the rules. But the more I think about it... I never break the rules. Maybe it's time to live on the edge a little, follow after my parent's philosophy. They're always telling me things like "why don't you try something new" and "take a chance, you never know what experience you could miss" and "you only live once, make it count".

If you haven't noticed, I'm very good at very few things. But one thing I've mastered for sure, I can talk myself into doing anything.

"Now, I have to say something before you go in." I say before opening the door.

"Okay, what is it?" Yoongi stops and waits, listening just as intently to me as he has the entire day. I really appreciate that.

I sigh, "I've never...well, I've never had a friend over before. Because I've never had a friend, so..."

Yoongi smiles and places a hand on my shoulder which makes my head lift back up so I can see his gorgeous dark eyes looking down on me, "Well now you have me."

And with those few words. My heart swells, and my life will never be the same.