"Who's this?" The mint haired guy asked.

"This is--"

"Y/N?!"

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Y/N P.O.V.

I look around hurriedly, trying to find the source of the voice. Before I could look any further, I was roughly pulled by the arm, and out of my seat.

"What the hell are yo--"

"What the fuck are you doing here?? Why aren't you in America right now??" My brother shouted at me, anger boiling through his veins.

"Yoongi please, I can explain." I pleaded, putting my hands up in defense.

"Well you got a lot of fucking shit to explain, Y/N" he demanded.

"Well...It's complicated. We can talk about it later if you want?" I asked, trying my best to get him to agree.

"Fine. Just text me and we sort this out." He huffed. As he began walking away, I quickly grabbed his arm and turned him back around.

"Uuuh, I actually need your number. I kind of gotta a new number recently." I admitted, as I awkwardly shifted where I stood. He gave me a quick nod, and wrote down his number onto my hand. We both traveled back to our seats, where a bunch of confused looks met us. Yoongi sat down first, as I sat next to Hyuna again.

"Everyone, meet Y/N. Y/N meet, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook." Yoongi announces, pointing toward each member.

"Nice to meet you all." I said with a cheerful look. As I lowered myself further into my seat, Hyuna leaned over and whispered.

"What was that all about? And why do you Yoongi's number on your hand?" She asked.

"O-oh, it's nothing, he's my brother, and he was just shocked that I'm back. That's all." I answered somewhat truthfully.

"YOONGI'S YOUR BROTHER??" Hyuna shouted, directing everyone's attention towards our table. Amidst all the staring, I noticed how Yoongi snapped his head around, and glared at me.

"We'll talk about this later." I mouthed towards Yoongi.

RRRIIIIINNNNG

"See you after gym, then we can talk about the whole "Yoongi is my brother' thing." Hyuna said, while packing up her stuff. I nodded in agreement.

Soon enough, I was walking down to the locker room, to change into my gym clothes. I was wearing an over-sized grey t-shirt, with white Adidas shorts, as well as Adidas shoes.

I made my way into the gym, and found a spot to chill in, until the class started. As more and more students filed in to the gym, I noticed a familiar head of hair enter into the gym. I rolled my eyes in disgust as I noticed it was Jimin. Catching my eye roll, he just smirked at me and continued walking on.

What a fucking ass

Soon the class started, and it was time for warm ups. The teacher made us run laps around the gym. And Jimin, being the asshole that he is, decided that he wasn't going to run laps.

I began running mylaps. I was in my third lap, when all of a sudden, a foot came out and tripped me. Hitting the ground hard, I could feel my knee skid on the ground. Then a flood of memories hit me like a truck.

--Flashback--

It was my second week at my new school in America. Student were wondering the halls, preparing for the next class. As I made my way to my second class, everything was going smoothly. Until a foot stepped out, and tripped me.

I fell harshly to the floor. My hands had caught my descent, but were now stinging and bright red. As I stare at my hands in shock, a circle of people now formed around me. All staring down at me.

Why are they laughing at me?

Tears, threaten to fall as I sit defeated on the ground.

Why me?

--End--

I snapped back into reality as I was still on the floor. A flush of anger ran through me at the repressed memory. Tear began brimming at the edge of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Picking myself up, I immediately swing towards the person who tripped me. It was a blind punch, but I gave it my all.

"What the hell?" I sputter out in disbelief, as a see my punch has been blocked. A tear had slipped, but a quickly wipe it away. Not now Y/N.

"Jesus Christ why'd you through a punch??" Jimin asks, clearly frazzled by my bold actions.

"I-i don't know." I stutter, sniffling a bit from the pain in my knees. Jimin's eyes soften as he sees my scratched knees.

"Aaw shit. I'm so-" He begins to apologize.

"Save it. I don't need your apologies." I interject. I picked up of speed of running and continued mylaps.

Jimin P.O.V.

I was watching the other people run, as I had refused to. So I just watched from the sidelines, since I thought this would be a normal class. Then I noticed Y/N zooming around the track. Let's have some fun with this...

In the heat of the moment, I decided it would be a good idea to trip her. Slowly watching her come around the corner, and that's when at stepped out my foot.

BAM!!

She hit the floor hard, hands catching her as she fell. Y/N seemed to hesitate, while trying to stand up. I waited for her to get up, but then all of a sudden she jolted up off the ground at threw a punch directly at my face. I blocked my face quickly, and grabbed her fist.

"Jesus Christ why'd you through a punch??" I screamed at her.I immediately softened my tone and expression at the

"I-i don't know." she shuddered, wincing in pain. As I look down at her knees, I noticed how they are all scratched up, and on the edge of bleeding.

Shit I shouldn't have tripped her..

"Aaw shit. I'm so-" I try to apologize as she cuts me off.

"Save it. I don't need your apologies." and then she ran away, but I really was sorry. I began walking just to get my mind off of what happened. i noticed how Y/N went to the coach. What a bitch, telling on me, just because I tripped her.

After her talk with the coach, she left the class, most likely going to the nurse for her knee. Nothing much happened afterwards, besides me running laps around the track.

Y/N P.O.V.

Once I ran off from Jimin, I began running more laps, to let loose some steam. As I was running, I noticed Jimin had now started to run as well. I didn't mind though, he's an asshole. I was on my second lap when I felt something run down my leg. I looked down and I saw that I was bleeding. So I went up to the gym teacher to ask if I could go to the to the nurse to get my wounds bandaged.

" Oh my gosh Y/N, you're bleeding what happened? " The gym teacher said worriedly.

"Ohh nothing I just fell " I said while trying to not tell the truth, "Can I go to the nurse and get some bandaids for them?" I asked with some pain in my voice because it was starting to really hurt.

"Yes of course you can. " She said with pep. I headed out of the class and began my to walk to the nurse. It was not too far which I was grateful for. Halfway to the nurse, the bell rings, so I heighten my speed. Soon, I arrived at the nurse.

As soon as she saw my knees, she told me to go wash them off in the sink. While cleaning my wounds up, I heard a familiar voice.

What a perfect place to beat him up. In the nurse, where he can get immediately medical attention.

" Y/N are you ok? I'm sorry for tripping you so hard. " Jimin tried to apologize.

" Jimin why are you even here? Why do you even care? " I said  in anger.

" Fine be that way, I never meant anything I said. I never should have come here." He said, every word seering into me. For some reason, his words hurt me a lot, but I shook off the feeling, and continued wiped down and cleaning my wound. Then, I walked back over to the nurse.

"Ok so, I will put a bandage on, and you can be on your way to your next class. " the nurse informed me, as she rubbed neosporin on the bandage. After bandaging up my wounds, she gave me a pass and I was off to my last few classes.

2:40 p.m.

I walk out of the school, and to my car. I live relatively close, but I still enjoy driving my car. Slipping in my black lamborghini, I start my engine. I make sure everything's in check, and I begin my drive home.

Things are going smooth, until I noticed a red ferrari following my car. I immediately become paranoid, and changed my route and went the other way. The ferrari followed as well. I sped up, and continued trying to lose the car. I could feel the hair stand up on my skin, and nervousness rush up through my veins. I heavy feeling was dropped onto my chest, as I became more scared as the minutes pass. It wasn't until I had made a sharp turn around a corner, where I finally lost the red ferrari. I breathed out in relief, and continued my way back home.

2:57 p.m.

I finally made it home. Opening the front door, I hand up my keys and set my backpack down.My apartment is very modern. High ceilings, and white painted walls. The floor is tiled, and the living room is neatly furnish with a white couch and red pillows.

Slipping into more comfortable clothes, I plop onto the couch and turn the television on. Setting my phone aside, I grab some blankets and snuggle further into the couch. After about 15 minutes, my eyelids began feeling very heavy, and in a matter of seconds, I drifted to sleep.