okay losers, let's get this show on the road. like bangtan bhb, i abandoned this for a month or so, but made a slaying comeback with a few updates. i'm gonna try to do the same for this.

btw, the seating arrangement in the classroom will be different!

let's go for it.

"this is insane," yoongi mumbled under his breath, taking slow footsteps down the hall, eyes glancing at the room numbers every time he passed by a classroom. people, on the sides, were staring at him, whispers filling the hallway at the sight of the new 'female' student.

i heard she's the one that passed the special exams.

what? she gets to be in class 7b? with taehyung oppa...

she doesn't deserve to be in class 7b!

i bet she's not even that smart...

looks like kim seokjin will have some new eye candy...

she doesn't seem that bad...

yoongi, instead, merely scoffed at each and every comment he overheard, paying no attention to the people pointing at him or even glaring at him. reaching the end of the hall, he cursed under his breath, where the fuck is classroom 7b?

"this goddamn skirt is gonna be the death of me." he muttered to himself, looking around for possible routes to the classroom he'd been looking for.

his developing misery ends when someone clears their throat behind him, yoongi turning around to see who it was.

a blonde, too smiley male, grinning at yoongi. "you must be... uh... min yunmi?" 

yoongi prepares his voice.

okay, so, he's got a wig that goes down till his shoulders, very convincing legs wrapped in those tight as fuck socks or tights or whatever the fuck, a skirt that goes till his knees (he still wonders why the boys and girls' uniforms don't match. even one bit.) and very convincing light makeup. his only problem was his voice.

before leaving this morning, his mother told him to act like a shy person so he didn't have to talk as much, and so that people wouldn't notice his voice that sounded like a male's. but what his mother didn't tell him was how his voice should be when he had no choice but to speak.

at first, he settled for slightly making his voice higher, along with making it really quiet. "...yeah. yoonji."

the blonde leaned over, tilting his head. "sorry, what?"

fuck it.

he settled for the same voice, only louder. "just call me yoonji, instead."

thank the heavens above, because he didn't pause, and he definitely didn't shoot yoongi an odd look at his tone of voice. he just smiled, gave yoongi a short nod, before going, "i'm park jimin. class president of 7b." yoongi almost lets out a sigh in relief if it weren't for jimin quickly turning around, telling him to follow.

they ascended a flight of stairs, some students descending giving yoongi some odd looks. when they reached the second floorㅡ which felt like forever in yoongi's caseㅡ the staring only got worse, some too loud to the point where yoongi just wanted to spit an answer right at their faces. have these people ever heard of the concept of gossiping quietly?

when they finally reached classroom 7b, the bell rang at the exact same time jimin spun around with a grin directed towards yoongi.

"you ready?" jimin asked. "with the self introductions and all. only new kids get to do it." what kind of rule is that? "don't worry, though. your seatmate will help you, if you need it." he smiled, "you can ask me for help, too."

now, this is what yoongi thought of jimin. an angelic, smiley boy who seemed to kind for his own good. dependable, a good leader. basically really nice.

so far, yoongi was... okay with this.

until jimin opened the door, letting yoongi enter the classroom.

now, at first, before yoongi took a single step inside, he heard the students chatting. but right when he entered, everything came to a halt. he couldn't help but focus his gaze on the classroom floor, walking over to the front, not daring to look up.

upon the dead silence, he heard jimin clear his throat next to him, before he announced, "we've got a new student, guys."

a few voices were heard.

"a girl? well then."

"nice observation, park jimin."

yoongi felt jimin give him a light tap on the shoulder, signaling for him to start his introduction. taking a deep breath, yoongi looks up.

and nearly gets a heart attack.

he's the only girl in the class.

for a moment, he nearly loses his composure at all the gazes directly on him. but then he coughs, eyes doing their best to avoid their stares. he finds comfort in looking at the floor once more. considering the silence, he speaks up quietly.

"i'm min yunmi," he paused for a moment. "but you guys can call me yoonji..." he trailed off, giving jimin a look of struggle. luckily, jimin understood, as he smiled and gestured for her to pick a seat.

"you can sit anywhere. class begins in fifteen minutes, by the way." he then began to walk over to his own seat, the desk at the front, on the left side of the classroom. yoongi quickly makes his decision and decides to sit in the middle lane, next to the dirty blonde haired boy who was focusing on a book.

he makes his way to the seat, guiltily ignoring the slightly disappointed look that passed through jimin's features, quickly plopping down on the chair and placing his bag on the floor next to him, making sure it wasn't in the way.

a few seconds or so of looking down at his own lap, he started hearing small conversations in the same lane as his seatmate and himㅡ luckily, they weren't talking about himㅡ and humming from a boy with black rimmed glasses who sat at the back. yoongi looked up and noticed jimin texting on his phone. over to the desk on the right side of the room, in jimin's lane, he also noticed a dark brown haired boy quickly throwing a glance over at him, only to flush and swiftly look away when he took notice of yoongi returning the glance.

well. yoongi thought, glancing over to his left, where his seatmate sat, surprisingly staring at him.

yoongi sat still, staring back and starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. when his seatmate with the blank expression still wouldn't stop, yoongi spoke up, "is there something, um, wrong?"

it takes a moment for his seatmate to respond with a small smile. "no, nothing." he tilted his head to the side in thought. "you're actually really pretty."

yoongi didn't exactly know how to respond. he wasn't really used to being called... pretty. "oh. thanks."

his seatmate sat up straight, giving him another grin. "i'm kim namjoon."

yoongi merely gave him a short nod. "nice to meet you. um..."

namjoon gave him a smile, "you're my noona."

yoongi's momentarily taken aback due to the 'noona' part. he really needs to get used to this. but then a frown makes its way to his face. "how'd you know i was older?"

namjoon shrugged. "we know about students." he answered simply. "but there's something weird about you." he looked up at yoongi with an odd stare. "all we know about you... is your name and your birthday."

what kind of academy is this... "are you supposed to know... more?" yoongi raised a brow.

"the whole file. yours is just too empty."

yoongi sat up. "i'm sorry, this is just. weird." he just hoped for the best when it came to his voice. "i'm not used to this kind of school. like, first of all, why are we just seven students?"

namjoon hummed. "each class can have up to twelve students. minimum is seven."

yoongi frowned. "so, there was one before me? what happened to them?"

"got kicked out." namjoon said it like it was nothingㅡ yoongi's eyes widen a bit at that. "grades weren't enough. i feel bad for him." he rubbed at his chin. "but i guess it's sort of like, the survival of the fittest around here..."

"right." yoongi said, slowly. "anything else i should know about?"

namjoon looked like he was contemplating for a moment, before he gestured for yoongi to lean in closer. and so yoongi does, frown still intact as namjoon quickly glanced around them to make sure nobody was watching the two.

namjoon quickly pointed at the boy in the front, the one with dark brown hair who was also in jimin's lane. "he," he began, "is jeon jeongguk. girls fall for him a lot. though he doesn't really care about them. kinda the cold guy type of person? but not really. he secretly cares. ah, you should see him during the cold season..." namjoon snickered.

he then shifted his gaze towards the orange haired boy in the same lane as them. "i'm assuming you already know jimin well enough, so that dude over there is jung hoseok. a crybaby." namjoon rolled his eyes, "into poetry."

"uh. well."

namjoon then pointed at the boy sitting next to hoseok, "kim seokjin. resident playboy. charming, yet lacking in trying to keep his words alive."

"meaning?" yoongi whispered, watching as the 'playboy' interacted with hoseok.

"he brags about talent. a lot. he's got none." namjoon huffed.

yoongi couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at that.

namjoon faced the front afterwards, and so did yoongi. "don't look, but that guy with the glasses behind hoseok?"

"what about him?" yoongi asked.

"kim taehyung. top student of bighit academy. probably hates everyone. he doesn't talk too much with us." namjoon explained. "he gets a lot of girls falling for him, too. doesn't really care, though. his rejections are just... harsh. grades first, as always."

"i see." yoongi muttered. "that all?"

namjoon smiled. "how about you?"

"what?"

"anything to know about you?"

yoongi glanced at the clock on the wall, right above the blackboard. this was his chance to try and get someone to sit with at lunch. a bit sudden, yeah. but he just thought about itㅡ he hated the situation, but he's got to make a few friends, right? "yeah. um. how about at lunch?"

"huh." namjoon scanned his face, "sure, noona."

"but can i, though?"

namjoon looked puzzled. "can you what?"

"sit with you?"

"sit with me where?" namjoon frowned.

yoongi's patience didn't tick, but it nearly did. he let out a kind smile. "at lunch."

"oh." namjoon said, as if realization stood behind him and struck with a knife. "well, you're supposed to."

"whaㅡ" genuine fear. "what?"

"classes are supposed to sit together," namjoon informed him, "also, have you heard of the buffet? it's pretty good food here, noona, none like you've ever tasted before..." he droned.

yoongi was too busy to think of the social awkwardness about to attack him at lunch to even listen to namjoon's words regarding the buffet. think about itㅡ he barely knew the dudes, besides jimin and namjoonㅡ and it was no doubt that the others had a slight interest on yoongi. the possibility of awkward silences, oh god. yoongi wasn't bragging about the said interest on him, rather it was just too noticeable. you couldn't avoid it. he hated it.

the sound of the bell cuts through the air, though namjoon doesn't stop speaking.

this academy is testing me. yoongi thought, burying his face into his hands. please help me.

so how was that! namjoon's character is a bit empty atm, i don't really know how to write him? 

but hey, comment here and tell me about your expecations for this story! any suggestions on its direction? am i doing something wrong? should i stop being lazy?