A clean room.

An actual clean room.

By boys?

WHAT?

Your brother is so dirty so it was refreshing to see a nice clean room.

You walked in and saw the infamous Taehyung. And he doesn't seem destructive at all actually pretty fucking perfect.

He was buttoning his white-button down shirt when he noticed you through the mirror.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in, I'm sorry," he walked over to you to shake your hand. "Hi, I'm Taehyung," he held his hand out for you.

"H-hi." You shook his hand.

"I didn't expect to see a girl here," he smirked.

You laughed a little too much. "Yeah, guilty, I'm illiterate."

He smiled at you. His smile was kinda boxy. "Well, we all make mistakes," he shrugged.

"Yeah, true that's true." You replied.

"Oh yeah, Sorry, I totally missed the homeroom thing. I overslept this morning," he paused to clear his throat. "these bed are so comfortable."

"It's okay, I'm seeing you know I guess." You smiled.

He licked his lips. "So, what's your first class?"

You got your phone out of your skirt pocket and looked at the schedule. "It's English III."

"That's cool. I have that second period," He got his schedule out on his phone and compared it to yours. "Oh we have art together! Eighth period. But we don't have anything else tho," Taehyung said.

"Yeah too bad," You said.

"Hey, how about we hang out at lunch? I can type your number in on your phone, if your fine with that."

"Yeah sure," You handed him your phone.

He took a while to put his phone number in. He seemed frantic like he didn't know which number to use. Then, he put it in.

"Alright I'll see you around, Y/N." Taehyung handed you your phone. Taehyung left the dorm.

To be honest, he seems like a perfect human being. You didn't know what Hoseok was talking about. Him being destructive my butt.

"Okay see ya," You looked at your phone to see what room you were in and went off to class.

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English

You walked into your English class to see multiple people staring at you. The teacher, some students, and the principal. You shook your head and looked to the ground and went to a row in the back of the classroom.

You saw a guy walk in the store. He had sliver hair and he was killing it.

Have you ever met a guy who can wear sliver hair and still look good?

Well, you just found one. He saw you and jumped. You gulped as you sat next to him.

As the rest of class went on, you felt like someone was staring at you. You looked over to see sliver haired man staring right at your face.

You made eye contact with him and looked down to the floor.

"Namjoon, stop staring at the new girl," the teacher said. " I know you've never seen one, but take it down a notch."

All the boys started to snicker at the Sliver boy- I mean Namjoon. He looked at the floor but he didn't seem to look away from you.

"Sorry," Namjoon said.

Then, everyone turned towards him in shock. They all started screaming.

"IT SPEAKS! THE SLIVER MAN SPEAKS," a guy screamed at Namjoon.

Everyone started to scream towards each other like they have never seen a person speak in their lives.

"EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM NOW," the teacher yelled as he opened the door.

You grabbed your stuff and ran to your next class, Chemistry.