"Yujin-ah! hurry the fuck up we have an assembly in the auditorium."

I opened my eyes and stood up, leaving my sweet spot laying on the roof to walk beside Namjoon.

"Why are they calling us again?" I ask as I stretch my sore muscles after my short nap.

"Something about our mid terms or something." He simply answered, hands in the pockets of his uniform slacks.

Not like he had anything to worry about, that fucking straight A student.

I sighed and tightened my ponytail, rubbing my tired eyes.

As we walked through the auditorium i could feel stares and hear whispers.

My friends all seemed to attract a lot of attention with their good looks.

"Yujinie!" Almost yelled Jimin as he launched himself on my side.

I laugh at his never ending enthusiasm but roll my eyes.

His arm settled around my shoulder, the other clutching his own wrist lost to hug me.

"Why did you skip? history was so boring without you." He whined.

"Sorry Chimchim, life is tough." I said sarcastically as I ruffled his fluffy black hair.

"But seriously! I had to sit next to Hoseok." He said, throwing the boy a disgusted look.

I laughed and Hosoek approached us to hit Jimin repeatedly and throwing him fake glares.

Both Jungkook and Taehyung were in the same class; Hosoek and Jimin in mine. All of us were in second year except Jin and Namjoon who were both third years though they weren't in the same class.

I love having class with those two idiots because they were both loud and really funny, though the three of us always end up in diffrent corners of the class because teachers just can't handle us.

"Yujin, isn't that piano boy?" Asked Taehyung.

I untangled from Jimin's grasp as he kept bickering with Hoseok and walked closer to Taehyung who pointed at a third year.

I looked at his profile, his silky black hair that fell over his eyes slightly, parted in the middle. His pale skin and sharp jawline. His white dress shirt buttoned up all the way to the top and his tie that fell perfectly over his somewhat toned chest, his slacks that hugged his slim legs and the way he stood in a slight slouch.

I got caught up in staring for a moment before I tapped Jungkook's shoulder.

He looked over as well, and hid his head in his hands.

"Yup! That's him." I said as I slapped Jungkook's back knowing well the boy was still feeling guilty for injuring him.

I chuckled at Jungkook's red face before looking back towards the apparently older boy.

I was about to call out to him before my voice was cut by the principal who asked us to line up properly.

I shrugged and got into line.

***

She's popular, attracts a lot of attention.