Monday, September 1st

Taking a deep breath, Y/N grabbed tightly the straps of her plain backpack and exited her house. She was nervous to attend her new school. For her, moving from Busan to Seoul wasn't easy, and she still couldn't accept the fact that her old house was sold to some other family.

After a fifteen-minute walk, she finally reached her destination; her new school. Filling her lungs with air, and then quickly letting it all out, she took a deep breath. Y/N felt determined to make at least one new friend for the day. So closing her eyes tightly and letting go of the black straps of her bag, she walked into the building.

The first thing she had to do was to go to the office and grab her schedule.

She went to the High School office and asked for her schedule, "Hello I'm the new student, An Y/N." she greeted the workers, bowing politely, "I'm here to grab my schedule," she added.

"Oh, sure, dear! Here it is!" a lady who seemed to be in her mid-30s smiled at her, and slid the two stapled papers across the desk. The young girl grabbed them as she smiled back at the worker, and peeked at the lady's ID to see her name.

"Thank you, Ms. Choi, have a nice day!" Y/N said as she exited the office, closing the door behind herself. Her locker number was 334, and she had no idea where to look for it, so she asked a random guy that was passing by, "Excuse me, do you know where is locker number 334?" 

The guy's chummy smile reached his eyes as he replied. "My locker is number 333, so we can go together! I was about to put my books back anyway!" 

He seemed to have a really vivacious and welcoming personality. It's rare to find these types of people, at least according to Y/N's opinion. She noticed his hair, they were blonde, her mind drifting off into the thoughts of curiosity, 'Why would he dye his hair?' she thought since she believes that everything has its reason.

Not that it was a big deal, a person could simply dye their hair because they just wanted to, but Y/N never really understood why'd someone ruin their hair just to look 'better'. It was one of her many weird life questions.

"What? Are you perhaps wondering why did I dye my hair?" he assumed, that grin not leaving his face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Is it weird to wonder about that? I think about it all the time when I see people with colourful hair..." Y/N explained, feeling embarrassed for staring at him like a lost puppy. She really hoped it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

"It's ok, you will find out soon why I dyed my hair! Anyone ends up doing so anyway..." he laughed as Y/N wore a puzzled look upon her face, obviously not understanding what the latter meant. "Here we are," he announced, pointing at her locker.

"Thank you, Blondie!" she chimed, making him raise a brow as he looked at her, holding back a smile, but not for too long. As a grin smile escaped his lips, followed by his beautiful laugh, he stuck out his arm for a hand-shake, and Y/N gladly accepted it. His laugh felt like a song for her, it was so pure and lively.

"I'm Park Jihoon!" the guy finally introduced himself, and for some reason, that beaming face of his really did something to the speed of Y/N's heart beating. 

That's a nice name...

"I'm Y/N, An Y/N!" she replied, both of them letting go of each other's hand, "My first class is science and my teacher is Mrs. Choe, do you know where's her classroom?" she asked, looking at her schedule as with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, but sadly I have P.E now, so seems like we won't have this class together. But that's fine, I'll lead the way!" Y/N nodded and followed Jihoon.

"This is your science class!" he pointed at the door with his free hand and held his P.E clothes with the other one.

"Thank you, Jihoon!" Y/N simpered.

"Welcome. See ya later!" he gave her his enchanting smile one last time before running off to his next class, P.E.

After he was completely out of sight, Y/N stepped into her classroom, holding her books and pencil-case against her chest. The nervous feeling had crept into her heart once again as she found the sea of new people sitting before her.

"Hi! I'm Mrs. Choe your science teacher, and you must be our new student, nice to meet you. Please introduce yourself to the class!" she had a gregarious and accepting aura which made Y/N feel more at ease.

"Hi, my name is An Y/N, I'm coming from Busan. I hope we can be good friends!" she introduced herself with a slight awkward-pursed-lips-smile, hoping she did well.

"Thank you Y/N, please take a seat next to Park Jimin. Please raise your hand Jimin!" Mrs. Choe smiled, pointing at the heedless boy, sitting by the window. Y/N shifted her eyes towards where the teacher was pointing at and saw a guy wearing a black hoodie. He lazily raised his hand without even bothering to separate his elbow from the wooden desk. 

She took a few seconds to analyze him. The guy wasn't looking at her or the teacher, he was staring outside the window, without daring to move his head elsewhere. His hoodie was pulled all the way down to his nose, allowing her to see only as much as his plump lips and a peek of his black bangs. He must be really shy, just like her, she thought.

"Hey Jimin! I'm Y/N!" she reintroduced herself as she took a seat beside him, but he still didn't look at her. With a really low and inattentive tone, he replied,

"Yeah..." the tone of his voice was straight forward telling her that he didn't want to talk, so she just turned her attention back to the lecturer.

"Please take some notes down, even bullet points will do! I'll be checking before you head out of class! If you don't write down at least ten sentences, you'll have to catch up at lunch, please pay attention," she emphasised, adding a somewhat threatening tone to the instructions.

Y/N took out a pen from her pencil-case and began paraphrasing everything that the teacher said, she was fully concentrated until she noticed that Jimin was not recording down anything. She looked at his desk and realized that he didn't have a pen or pencil-case, so she decided to offer him one of hers. Having a whole ton of different pens and pencils, Y/N surely didn't mind to let him borrow some.

"If you need anything, I can help you, don't hesitate! Would you like to borrow one of my pencils?" she asked, picking her best pencil, sharpest and longest pencil as she held it up for him to take it. 

Yet, he didn't spare her a single glance as he kept looking out of the window, making it impossible for Y/N to see his face. Jimin reached his right hand to grab the pencil blandly from her hands and mumbled a blurred 'thanks'.

...

The class was over, and all students were lining up to get their notes checked before leaving for their next class. "Wow, good job Y/N! I see you really took a lot of detailed notes, I am glad you paid this much attention!" Mrs. Choe complimented her with a smile, receiving one herself back from her student. Y/N exited the room after thanking her teacher for the praise, but before she could head towards her next class, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Which made her turn around to look at the person seeking her attention.

"Thanks for the pencil..." Jimin spoke with his low voice, putting the pencil in her palm and briskly walking away. Once again, she wasn't expeditious enough to catch a glimpse of Jimin's face. 

Why's he so mysterious? She queried.

"Hey Y/N! Your next class is English, isn't it?" she heard a familiar voice behind her, so she looked over her shoulder before fully turning around after figuring out who was talking to her. It was Jihoon, and before realization could hit her, an idiot-like beam spread all over Y/N's face.

A thought suddenly hit the back of her head... Jimin resembled Jihoon a lot for some reason. 

Y/N noticed that Jihoon was staring at her, waiting for an answer. "Ah! Sorry, I just spaced-out! Yes, my next class is English with Ms. Kim!" she confirmed and Jihoon grabbed her hand.

"Alright then let's go, that's also my next class."

...

Y/N introduced herself again to her new class, and the teacher was kind enough to allow her to sit next to Jihoon. There were 5 minutes left for class to start, so Jihoon decided to ask her, "Y/N, have you met him yet? Did you figure out why I dyed my hair?" she looked at him perplexedly, not quite understanding who was she supposed to meet to find out about the mystery beyond his hair.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, seeking clarification, making a chuckle escape Jihoon's lips.

"I'm sure you've met Jimin... Park Jimin... he must be in the same science class as you," he spoke with a tone that held obscurity which made Y/N even more pried in him.

"Yeah, I did, but I couldn't quite see his face... he kept looking outside the window. However, something bizarre that I can say, is that he somewhat reminds me of you..." Y/N said with obvious scepticism in her voice as she tried several times to imagine how could Jimin's face could look like. Nonetheless, she couldn't really form a picture of him in her mind.

"Aish! That punk!" he sibilated with a grin and a small pause before he could reply to Y/N's mix of confusion and curiosity, "He constantly tries not to show his face to others because he hates and shuns me..." 

Suddenly Jihoon's smile plummeted, and Y/N's heart did too, seeing him with a dreary face isn't something imaginable to her. He looked so sunny just a second ago, but what happened now?

"Why does he hate you, what happened?" 

Jihoon didn't reply and just stared at the ground, Y/N thought that her question might've been hurtful or uncomfortable for him, so she quickly tried to fix that, "Sorry, don't answer if you don't want-" but the door suddenly swung open, cutting Y/N's sentence off as shock spread all the way from her head to her toes. Jimin had just stepped into the classroom, his hoodie was pulled down, so Y/N could see his face clearly.

He looked exactly like Jihoon, but his hair was black, and his bangs were way longer. His clothes completely contrasted Jihoon's as he wore a black hoodie with matching sweatpants, meanwhile, Jihoon wore tight ripped black jeans and a beige sweater. Jihoon's clothes looked rather expensive, and Jimin's looked pretty frugal.

"Park Jimin, why are you always late to my class!?!" the teacher yelled at him, but there was no emotion at all expressed on Jimin's face as he coolly replied to the teacher.

"I'm not late there's one minute left," he carelessly talked back to the lecturer and took a seat two rows behind Y/N and Jihoon.

To be continued...

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Author-nim's Note:

[ Hello there lovelies! I am a rookie writer, so have some mercy with me! I just wanted to say that any BTS members that are portrayed evilly, are just for the storyline and that I am well aware of how their real personalities are. After all, I am an ARMY. Anyway, please don't take it seriously because this is just a fanfiction. 

Als stated earlier, all places, OC (original characters), personalities and events are a source of fiction. And if the places to do exist in real life such as Seoul, they are once again, just used for storyline purposes. Also, this fanfiction is not rated mature, but it has some sensitive content, nothing to feel jittery about. With that being said, thank you for giving my work a shot! I hope you enjoy~ 💜💜 💜 ]

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