2ㅣLunch

                                    

                                          
The dude is kind of a jerk but he's a hot jerk. "Um...No thanks," I brush his request off.
Hoseok's face darkens with a sinister smile. "It wasn't a choice".
When the bel rings, I take this chance to get away from this pervert. I am too slow because he grabs my wrist and pulls me to the cafeteria. What? Why does this cliché have to happen to me?!! What the hell is happening right now? Mom?
We enter the canteen, heading straight for the table at the far end of the flocking students. His grip on my wrist is strong, I can't break free from his grasp. At my old school, I was the strongest out of all the guys, so what- what made him so special? What made him so different? I could pull a hit and run. A guerrilla warfare style. Why am I thinking of war tactics? This is school!! Ugh!!!
Just before we both reach the table I see 6 guys (6 hot guys if I might add) waiting there. 

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
I've never really thought about boys in a girly girl state of mind. Falling in love with every cutie that comes along. Reminds me of a chubby guy I used to know. He was chubby but he still had muscle. We just become friends but they're mostly comrades then friends. Nothing more. What makes them so special? (Maybe because they actually are hot.) Shut up unwanted voice.
We arrive and all of them stare at me. This is the kind of attention that I hated. "Hello guys! Meet (Y/N), she is going to be eating lunch with us," he pauses with a smirk and turns his head to me, "for now on".
I look at him, trying to register what he said. I shake my thoughts and yell at him. "What?! No, I am most certainly not!"
Hoseok forces me to sit down. I thud on the chair, hurting my tail bone. "Oh yes you are Butterfly. Now sit down and don't move, I'll get us some lunch". He turns to his friends. "Make sure she doesn't Run". 
He leaves me alone with these 6 perfect faced mortals. "So? Your name is (Y/N). That's a Beautiful name for a Beautiful girl. Oh and, nice pair of legs you got there. You can use them to walk over here," one of the boys smirk, biting his lower lip. He looks way too young to be using that kind of language.
Another boy slaps the young pervert's hand. "Stop it. She's Hoseok's girl. Sorry about that (Y/N). My name is Jin, I'm the oldest and the old man of this group because I take care of them. All," he smiles then glares at the unknown boy.