A few weeks later, Hoseok was starting to settle in the school. He could now attend all of his classes without getting lost and was friendly with most of the students in his year. Since he was so bubbly and easygoing, many people were attracted to him instantly. The teachers however, were another story all together.

"Jung Hoseok where is your homework, for the last time? It's been two days," his maths teacher sighed as though all the world's problems were on his shoulders.

He had been kept behind after the lesson to discuss this alarming issue. Hoseok was failing, badly. To make matters worse, he hadn't been here for long and this would be the year to make or break his future.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll give it in tomorrow. I promise," he tried to persuade him with puppy dog eyes, looking like an equal mixture of innocence and mischief.

"You said that to me yesterday, and the day before too. Are you struggling Hoseok, or are you messing about? I honestly don't understand. Do you not want to go to university?" Mr Lee asked him, genuinely confused by his student's behaviour. He'd been lenient since the brown haired boy was still technically new, however right now - his attitude towards learning was unacceptable.

"I completely forgot last night sir, but it'll definitely be on your desk tomorrow. You have my word.." Hoseok's words died in his throat after seeing his teacher's unpleased expression.

"Your word means nothing to me anymore. If I don't get that assignment at 8:45 exactly, you'll be in detention for one month and receive tutoring until you graduate. That's a promise," he finished flatly, emphasising the last word, making Hoseok gulp at the barely concealed threat.

Not wanting to be tutored, he hastily exited the classroom after making agreements to hand in the work. After this talk, he was determined that even an earthquake wouldn't get in his way of delivering the tasks at the designated time.

To be honest, he had been given a lot of time but last night he'd been so caught up in watching anime that homework was the last thing on his mind.  There was the added problem that it was really hard. More of then than not, math problems just ended up making his head hurt.

People liked to think that it was a 'logical' subject but he had yet to see any logic in fiddling with numbers and letters that didn't effect his life outside a piece of paper.

His feet took him to the roof without him even noticing until the cool wind gently slapped him on the face. The place was empty but clean which was comforting since it looked like it had never been used by anybody. He laid down on the floor on his back and stared at the blue sky and white fluffy clouds.

The picture they created was serene and peaceful, he wished he could take a photo that would do it justice but that would be impossible. Instead, he settled for just watching, eyes drooping sleepily.

"Now listen here you little , if you ever take my things without my permission again I'm going to slice your throat so deeply that even your ancestors will feel it," a voice from behind him snapped. Hoseok's head whipped around quickly, hoping to see who that familiar voice belonged to and where the sound was coming from.

He stood up hastily and looked around the roof area until he saw a secluded part that normally wouldn't be noticeable by most. The 'slightly' new student quietly crept towards the unexplored area praying that he wouldn't get caught by this angry, hostile person.

Just as he turned the corner he came face to face with Min Yoongi, the guy he was unfortunate enough to be partnered up with in the mornings. The older boy looked livid, he was in the phone and had a torn up looking book in one hand.

Don't tell me he reads, Hoseok thought sarcastically, not being able to imagine the bad tempered raven actually appreciating the written word. Judging someone was something that was wrong, however. For all the brown haired boy knew, Yoongi could be a secret genius when it came to contemporary novels and just chose not to reveal that side of himself to anyone.

The black haired teenager's eyes narrowed threateningly when he saw Hoseok's face. The latter of the two was staring back at him with a shocked expression, a fearful shiver running down his spine as his panicked thoughts took a turn for the worse.

"I'll call you back. You better pick up, I'm not done with you," his voice lowered an octave as murderous intent rolled off of him in waves. He couldn't hear what the other person replied but the dancer already pitied them, not wanting to be in their shoes.

Yoongi stuffed his phone in his front pocket and slowly started walking towards him. Without realising, Hoseok took a step back. Although he'd never been one to directly avoid conflict, he could sense that this guy was dangerous. There was literally nothing stopping from breaking Hoseok's front teeth right now and getting expelled.

Clearly he didn't seem to care about graduation or even a career which was quite sad. Not having any ambitions or dreams was quite pitiful. All of a sudden the fear disappeared from his body and he found himself sympathising instead of cowering.

"What the hell do you want? It's bad enough I have to look at you everyday but now you're following me too?" Yoongi spat, his glaring eyes burning holes into Hoseok's head. He refused to be intimidated though.

"Following you? This isn't your school,  I can go wherever I want. Also, I suggest you look in the mirror yourself before saying crap about my face. Denial is never a good thing, regardless of age," Hoseok snapped hotly before storming off.

Truthfully, Yoongi was quite handsome if he gave his looks some consideration. It was a pity his personality killed everything he had going for him.

He didn't particularly care about what the other's next words would be either. After trying his hardest to remain friendly and polite to the teenager, only to end up treated worse than dirt, he was fed up.

Every morning he'd approach the sulky raven haired boy with a grin that had enough power to make the sun jealous and used up almost all the conversation starters in his arsenal. Frankly, a person could only take so much before they exploded and here be was - exploding.

After he left the rooftop, Yoongi let out a small smile,  "Kid's got guts," before laying horizontally on an elevated section, putting a book on his face to block out the bothersome sun and tried to fall asleep. He remembered the phone conversation he had to continue but wasn't bothered to reach out for his mobile.

His major goal in life was to move as little as he possibly could, and only when he had to. Right now, he thought as he closed his eyes blissfully, Taehyung could wait.

Hoseok, after storming out of the school, decided to walk home instead of taking the bus to calm down. Not that he had much choice, the school bus had left ages ago. The distance between the school and his new house wasn't large. It would still take him an hour to walk home though. He took the time to observe his surroundings and learn a bit more about the city.

Currently, he saw neat rows of white houses facing opposite each other in seemly never ending trail. It all looked very suburban. There were loads of small children running around giggling, chasing each other on bikes and on foot. The roads were not frequently used by cars and so he saw multiple little scooters whizzing too and from each side, no parents in sight.

After unlocking the front door of his house, he was greeted by the sight of his mother wearing a business suit under a bright red apron that read 'Here comes the chef',  in bold italics. On anyone else, the combination may have looked odd but not on her.

Her whole life she'd been a successful entrepreneur who never let parenthood get in the way of her success, managing to perfectly balance motherhood and work from the time Hoseok was a baby.

That didn't mean that he and his sister were allowed to slack in their housework, impossible. Even in their busiest days, they shared the workload - cooking and cleaning was a second nature for them now.

She always insisted that they share a daily home cooked meal together as a family, regardless of how busy they were. Once she widely told him,"One day we won't get the chance to eat together everyday, whether we want to or not. Your father and I will be too old and you two will be too busy," and he guessed she was right. In a few years, especially when he moved out go to university, things would start to drastically change.

"Hoseok, I invited the neighbours for dinner tonight. So clean your room and please wear some nice clothes for once. They have a son that goes to your school. I can't seem to remember his name but he's in your year," she informed him and Hoseok was instantly reminded of the colourful room he spotted the day they'd moved in. If the boy was in his year then he most likely, he had seen him around.

The excited dancer cleaned his room thoroughly, also trying to guess who the mystery neighbour was. As long as it's not Yoongi, I'll be more than fine, he thought bitterly, not ever wanting to have to see the moody teenager outside of school hours. Then he'd be tortured both inside and outside of school, it would be the equivalent to hell. 

His room still looked quite bare. The walls had yet to be painted and there was nothing about it that showed anyone that it was 'his'. He chalked it up to the fact that he was busy but his sister's room made him sightly jealous.

She painted the walls half black and half red, making the place look eery but unique. Much to their parent's horror, the double bed had a gothic bed cover and a zombie lampshade.

It was weird how they managed to get along so well even though they were completely different. Hoseok got scared easily and liked bright, happy colours; Minhee could watch horror movies like they were children's cartoons and was extremely partial to the colour black.

"Hoseok!! They're here, open the front door," his mother shouted, causing him to run downstairs and unlock the door for their neighbours.

He was confronted with a middle aged plump woman who's smile had the ability to light stars. It was so bright and warm that Hoseok couldn't help but grin back and introduce himself to them. Her husband was a tall, suit wearing, friendly looking man who was slightly greying on the sides of his temples. Otherwise, both of them looked fairly young for their ages as they barely had any wrinkles.

They moved aside to introduce their son and Hoseok's eyes widened in recognition. Kim Taehyung was standing behind his parents with an expression that could be perfectly described as bored. He looked at him with droopy looking eyes that suggested he'd rather be anywhere else.

Seeing him out of school uniform was odd too, he looked completely different. A uniform did not do him any favours. His orange haired neighbour was wearing an oversized grey jumper and loose baggy shorts that made him look as if he was ready to go to bed. Who knew, maybe they were his pyjamas.

"Sorry Hoseok, he can be quite cranky after waking up. Just wait a few more minutes. You're in the same class right?" Taehyung's mother queried as he led them to the dining room, the house looking surprisingly devoid of life. He looked around for his family but couldn't find anyone.

"Yep, we're in the same maths class. Two seconds, let me go get everyone, I don't know why they're taking so long," he excused himself before dashing off to find his missing parents and sister.

Just as he was climbing up the stairs, the were coming down. The three of them were dressed smart but casual causing Hoseok to look down at his own clothes with a sigh. He had a plain white shirt on, with a wide hole in the chest area. Although it was quite old, he refused to throw it away for nostalgic reasons. Long black tracksuits were hanging loosely on his hips making him look and feel comfortable.

He doubted their visitors cared about his lack of appropriate attire either, judging by the fact that they were currently happily chatting away with his mother.

"Hoseok, dinner will be served soon. Why don't you take Taehyung upstairs to your room while you wait. I'm sure he'd prefer it too," she suggested much to his internal relief. He'd much rather be upstairs and she had just given the perfect opportunity to do so without seeming rude.

He looked over at Taehyung who was looking around the room in fascination, mouth slightly agape. Their walls were decorated with paintings and odd ornaments that they had collected during various trips to other countries, making the house look quite eccentric.