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.
"Uh... Hi. Nice to meet you," I knit my eyebrows. Not really though. I'd rather sit by myself and avoid being in an uncomfortable situation exactly like this one.
Jin grabs the younger's collar. "And the one who just rudely spoke to you or, as I should say, hitting on you is Jungkook. He's the maknae.
He turns to another guy. "This is Namjoon. He's the leader. Or so he thinks he is.
"Right next to him is Yoongi. He sleeps a lot in class and sometimes can be rude, even to us because he is so "tired".
"Next is Jimin. He always tries to find opportunities to take off his shirt to show off his "abs"".
Jimin throws a death glare. "No I don't!"
Jin crosses his arms. "Yes, you do. And lastly, right next to you is Taehyung. He is, as you say, not normal".
"Abnormal," I correct him.
"Yes. That's what I meant," he scratches the back of his head, cursing at himself for forgetting the word.
I shrug it off. "I always say normal is just a setting on a washing machine. But, it's nice to meet you," I slightly bow my head. Can I go now? I eyes look over to that Taehyung guy. He smiles at my comment. Plus, his looks are out of this world. How can someone look so CGI? and what I mean is his flawless skin. I wish my skin was like that.
I really want to leave but a voice inside my head shouts at me, 'Yes. Very nice to meet you all. Wow! Is this heaven or what/! I'm dying inside. So perfect. So much better than my last school. Who am I kidding? Better than all of my past schools'.
I mentally shake those thoughts away. "Wait. Um... What about that creepy Hoseok thingy? What is he like, besides being all overly pervy?"
A few of the silently chuckle. "Well... Actually, he's the most perverted one out of all of us. He is the bad boy, the bad apple. A playboy. Worse than Jungkook," Jin warns.
"Yah!" Jungkook yells, hitting his fist against the table. I think he put a dent in the poor table.
I ignore Jungkook's out-burst. "So you're saying that I'm in big trouble right now? Wow! Just great! And I wanted to be left alone for once. Not winning fights to show off your strength and the most feared, and disliked by all the girls in the school. Just great".
Jimin's ears perk up. "Wait! You're strong?"
I give him a look of you-expect-all-girls-to-be-weak? "Yeah. I do a lot of sports like wrestling, Martial Arts, Basketball, Volleyball, and Swimming etc".
He scans my whole body, with an obvious intent in his eyes. "Nice. I like my women strong". That is so cringy little boy.
He really makes me feel uncomfortable. Well, I guess I should learn their personalities first before I start ogling over their faces of perfection. "At least one girl who plays basketball for fun," Yoongi finally speaks.
Jin looks straight into my eyes. "But you're the first person that Hoseok's ever...
Almost like this was planned, Hoseok returns with the food. "Did they do anything to you (Y/N)?"
I turn to look up at him. "No. They were introducing themselves to me".
Hoseok raises his eyebrow. "Are you lying to me?" His aura darkens a little but I brush it off. "No. Why would I lie? I always tell the truth, even when people don't want to hear it.
Hoseok's face lights up in an instant. "That's a relief". The only thing that scared me was the facial expression changing in a millisecond and his aura changing just as fast. what is up with this guy? We ate lunch together. But, what did Jin mean by that? What was he going to say next?
"But you're the first person that Hoseok's ever..."
To be continued....
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My Little Potato
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