FOUR

HOW CAN I BE CLOSER?

Note: This chapter will contain details of Dragsters, which is a group out of author imagination, the images used are only to help reader visualise the members and the people in the images are not in any way actual representation of this group.

I thought he's invisible...

And then I realised what was going on when Yoongi stepped aside to reveal a slender girl with light blue hair.

Oh, so that's who Mr. Fukoshi had been looking at.

"Seriously sensei?" Came  the high pitched voice of  my fried Chae Gareum aka Hitagi. She had dressed up like another anime character for today, and I had no response to that other than rolling my eyes.

She was a self acclaimed anime fan but in real all she wanted was to impress Mr. Fukushi. So she'd dress up all 'kawai' as she called it. She even knew how to say Konichiwa and Aregato. I on the other hand only knew how to identify Japanese characters but couldn't read or speak for all my life was worth.

"You can't recognise me in blue hair? I'm..." she started in an animated sound.

Yoongi looked as if he'd die of the cringe.

"No coloured hair allowed in school. See you soon in class!" Mr. Fukushi simply grabbed her fake hair and pulled it. Off came her wig and Mr. Fukushi left, leaving her trembling.

"He snatched my wig! Like literally!!!" She shrieked excitedly, in her real voice. The good thing about her was, she dropped the act as soon as he'd leave.

"What on earth is that?" Yoongi asked, pointing at her. The other students hurled around, moving to their classes and Gareum was busy texting on her phone so I didn't have to worry about them hearing me speak to him.

"My best friend, she's pretty okay though, the worse has yet to come" I whisper-replied, thinking of Haley, our so-called-group-leader. He'd practically resign as my guardian angel and pack his bags once he gets to know her, I thought.

He shuddered again.

"Hey, did you get the ticket to Got7 concert?" Gareum asked. Once her blue wig was off she looked pretty cute.

"Nope"

"Sad. Imagine the hard time I get with dragsters concerts" she pouted, looking at a picture of Tomoe, her all time anime crush.

"You don't have a hard time with that, Haley gets them for you..."

"And for you as well but you always chicken out..." she rolled her eyes.

"I wonder why? Oh maybe because I don't like them? Dragsters are famous for nothing. They did nothing. Why are they even famous?" I argued.

I hated starting a fanwar, but I just had something against these... Dragsters.

"You used to be a dragon too, remember?" Dragsters' fans were called dragons, don't mind my eye roll.

"No. I don't. I was never!"

"Oh really? What about all the albums we bought together because we couldn't afford individually? About the fan account that you still have of them? About..."

There was a faint memory of loving them in my head, of dancing to their songs and giggling like mad. Of never being sad, just because they were there...

Dragsters were the most popular Kpop boy group ever. There were seven members

Kim Minho aka Mino the maknae and rapper;
Age 19
Home town : Seoul,
Blood group : AB-

Kim Jiwon, a k a blue, their main rapper:
Age 24
Home town: Seoul
Blood group: O -ve

Choi Gongwoo a k a wuwu the main vocalist;
Age 23
Home town: Seoul
Blood group: A

T, Bae Taekwon, main dancer, and rapper
Age 22
Hometown: Seoul
Blood group: A

Kazehaya Koe a k a Koko; Apparently Gareum's bias because he too liked cosplaying
Nationality: Japanese
Age 25 yrs
Blood group : B+ve

Lee Woobin the main vocalist
Age : 26 yrs
Hometown: Seoul
Blood group: AB +ve

Alaxander Kim a k a Alex their leader and vocalist
Age: 24
Ethnicity : Haspanic-Korean
Blood group: B

They were out of this world beautiful, very hot and very famous. They were funny too, but their music wasn't my type and we always argued about this. I didn't like them but Gareum insisted that they were 'Kool'  so we had a fan war every time they were mentioned. Never in front of Haley though, because she'd kill me if I told her I had something even minuscule against Dragsters.

"and remember how you said you'd gladly deep throat Koko's  toe?"

I covered her mouth with my hand as we entered the class, looking sheepishly at Yoongi. She DID NOT have to say that in front of him. Even if I knew fully well that I had said that. Well, maybe?

"Haha I never said that. I like Bambam from Got7 but I wouldn't deep throat even his toe"

"Yeah you're multi fandom I know but confess it, Dragsters are your ultimates." She said, dropping the books on our desk "I just don't get it, why would you stop stanning them? You were so happy and cheerful when you were a dragon, then one day you woke up with depression and decided to unstan them and that's making me feel so down too!"

"I..." I looked at Yoongi, I didn't want him to judge me for it, but he wasn't looking at me with disgust or something similar. If anything, it was curiosity written all over his face. Even his eyes felt warmer than usual. "Y-you don't like them that much either, you stopped listening to them and started obsessing over anime too..." I accused her.

"I didn't. I like them AND anime..," she said, pulling out her notebook with a huge picture of the white fox painted on it. The duality of her words!

"Your merch says otherwise but... Let's just not talk about it" I plopped in my seat as well, while Yoongi decided to place his butt on my desk.

"Sooo. You don't like the most popular boy band?" he asked, with fingers linked and hands lying in his lap.

"None of your business" I muttered with clenched teeth.

Mr. Fukushi entered the class, we all stood up to bow to him but just as soon as I stood up I noticed that Yoongi was right in front of me and his lips were only inches away. Correction: centimetre away because he leaned in more and raised an eyebrow.

"Everything about you is my business" he said in a slow, sensual voice as he looked me in the eyes and tilted his head so it was a perfect angle for kissing.

Oh God please don't let him kiss me because I'm too thirsty to let this chance of ever being kissed pass and it would look too weird kissing him while everyone is watching me make out with thin air. (Since he's invisible to them) I thought.

He slowly dragged his gaze down to my lips, then further down lower...

Here it comes y/n, brace yourself for kitty licks.

"Um, miss y/n?"

"Yes teacher?"

"Do you plan to sit down anytime sooner?" Mr. Fukushi asked me.

"Heh... sure" I scratched my head and seated myself. Why was I getting so nervous around him? No wait, it's Mr. Fukushi making me nervous not Yoongi, I tried to tell myself.

"Which groups do you like then, along with Got7?"

"None of your business" I repeated, flipping the pages of my book without really thinking which book it was.

"Mkay, I was just thinking maybe I could get you tickets," he said yawning.

"No no wait, I'll tell you. It's EXO, SHINee, Infinite, Blackpink, BigBang and Super junior, Stray kids and Pentagon, Seventeen, NCT and Twice... and...Monsta..."

"Miss y/n, please translate this sentence..." Mr. Fukushi tapped a line on the writing board with his finger.

Shit.

All I'd been doing through out my Japanese class was stare at Mr. Fukushi's fine backside while he wrote on the board. Blame Kpop for turning me into a lil perv. And at moments like these all I wanted was to just jump out the window because I didn't know shit.

"It's uh... uh..." I gave Yoongi a panicked look, pleading him with my facial expressions to help me. He gave me an amused smile, almost a fond one which left me even more confused than I was.

"Pretend dumb and Sensei will notice you..." one of the girls scoffed.

"Should Ring Namjoon in hell for help" he rolled his eyes and turned to the board, trying to focus on the writing.

Is he seriously trying to help me for once?

What happened?

A/N:

me thinking about the plot of this story and how writing it will result in my untimely death;