"I love you," I say, my lips brushing up against yours. Your hair draping down the sides of your face as you lean above me. You smile and say, "Wake up, idiot. It's time for school." What?

That's it. Every single morning I wake up wanting to kiss you, but who exactly are you?

"Yoongi!" Namjoon yells as he runs to catch up to me. I laugh and roll my eyes at his weird fashion choices. Today's outfit consists of a grey T-shirt under a blue pair of baggy Tommy Hilfiger overalls, Tims, a pink hat and a pair of black glasses. "Yoongi." He says as he reaches the table where I'm at and sits down catching his breath. "They accepted our song for the talent show." He finally says, still unable to breathe.

"Really?! What? When? What did they say?" I ask him excitedly. He holds up his hand indicating that he needs a minute. "Ugh! Come on, Joon! You can't just drop a bomb that big because you can't breathe." As soon as I say that he looks up with a hilariously incredulous look on his face. Tears fall from my eyes as I struggle to breathe from the laughing fit I'm having before he punches my arm and continues talking. 

"From what I know so far, a few scouts from a few entertainment companies will be there scouting for new trainees and stuff. I also heard that this year is a big year for the school and crap and so there are gonna be reporters there. I also heard that the prize for the first place is a $1,000." He finishes and takes a big bite of his pizza. "Dude, are you gonna eat that?" He asks with his mouth full, pointing to my unfinished cereal. I shake my head no and he immediately lunges towards it.

$1,000

The bell rings and we head off to our first class, in walks the worst teacher of them all. 

"Take out your textbooks and do all the problems on the board." She says and sits down at her computer. Before I even manage to take my textbook out, a girl with short, wavy, pitch black hair steps into the room. She's wearing a loose white T-shirt tucked into her ripped black skinny jeans and fishnet leggings under those. She wore a black pair of high top Jordans and light makeup. "And you are?" asks my teacher. The whole class is looking at this girl as we all wait for her response. 

"I'm June." She responds tiredly before sitting in the empty desk beside me. I look over at her and she gives me a tired smile before laying her head in her arms and falling asleep almost immediately. I chuckle and do the same thing.

"I missed you," I whisper softly into the crook of your neck. "Who-" Before I can ask, you lean back against the couch, pulling me on top of you. You put your hand in my hair and softly run your fingers through it. "Mr. Min, I've told you many times to stop sleeping in my class. The bell has rung. Leave." AGAIN?!

I just want to hear your voice.

"Let's skip," Namjoon says as soon as I walk out of the class. I nod and make my way to the double doors in front of the school. We step out and the sun and wind greet us warmly, the only sounds we hear are the birds that fly high above us as we make our way to Namjoon's car. It's a small black car and very simple but he loves it so much and takes very good care of it. "Isn't that the new girl in your class?" He says nodding towards June. She notices us and smiles making her way towards the busy street.

"Hey, New Girl!" I call out, despite knowing her name. She stops in her tracks and turns to face us again. "Do-do you need a ride?" I ask before I can stop myself. She looks back at the cars speeding past us and then looks back at us. She sighs and walks back to where we are. 

"I don't even know where I'm going. I was just gonna walk and explore since I just moved here last night." Her eyes traveling between Namjoon and I. "Besides," She starts up again, "How do I know you two aren't going to try anything on me?" I laugh as she crosses her arms over her chest and looks at me skeptically.

"Oh yeah, 100% accurate. I'm offering you a ride and possibly some food, ya know, but I totally understand why you wouldn't wanna join two guys that are also skipping school." Rolling her eyes she gets into the backseat of the car.

"Well," She shouts from the back, "Let's go, Perverts!" I look over at Namjoon, who just shrugs in response before getting into the car. I roll my eyes and chuckle as we head out of the lot. "So, where are we going?" Her face is suddenly in between Namjoon's and my seat and she's turning her head back and forth looking at the both of us. 

"Are you guys hungry? Because I know that I am and I really want some fried chicken. I'm going whether you guys want to or not, by the way." Namjoon says as he throws a side glance at us and smiles brightly causing June and I to laugh at him. "What? I'm serious, I want fried chicken... Or pizza. Pizza's good. Chicken or pizza?" He asks as if he was seriously torn between the two. 

"Why not both?" June says, a mischievous smile plastered on her face. No other words were needed for the gears to click in Namjoon's head. He looks over at me and I know exactly what he's thinking. 

"Okay, so we'll head home and order food. I'm pretty sure Jin and J-hope are there too, though." Namjoon and June both look over at me as if I'm stupid. "What?" 

"Listen, Perv number one," She says patting my shoulder. Something about her touch sends shivers down my spine but  I can't quite pinpoint why. "No one cares who is there. All we want is food. Stop being stupid and tell the two other pervs you just mentioned that we're almost there." Aish, okay okay. I pull out my phone and text J-hope. 

Me:
Aye, man. Joon, New Girl, and I will be there soon. Start ordering pizza and fried chicken.

Hope:
New Girl?

Me:
I'll explain later. Just do what I asked

Hope
Yeh