Waking up early the next morning, I put on a thin layer of makeup and got dressed for school. Just as I reached for the skirt, I held it up in front of me and widened my eyes in shock, "w-why so sh-short?" 

"Hannah!" Mum called me from downstairs.

"Why? On my first day of this new school, I'm troubled with having a ty skirt!" I wailed in protest and stamped my feet before rolling around on the floor. 

"Darling, is everything okay?" I heard my dad say outside of my door.

"Yes..." I said into the floorboards, making my voice muffled. There was no response so I got up reluctantly and squeezed into the appalling skirt. Dragging my bag behind me, I shuffled down the steps and was instantly greeted with the strong smell of coffee.

"Seen as we're running a coffee shop, it's only fair that you get to try our first brew," my mum smiled at me and handed me the steamy cup of coffee.

"Ah this is so nice," I breathed it in delightedly and took a sip, "ah! It's hot! It's hot!" I spluttered and scrunched my face up.

"Take it steadily you silly girl!" Mum laughed, "enjoy your day at school dear, I'll be off to ge ready for our first makeover of this place," with that, she trotted upstairs. 

I sat down and sipped at my coffee gently, enjoying the strong warmth swirl around my mouth. However I was brutally interrupted by a knock on the door. I cocked my head to one side in shock and huffed, pushing my chair back, and walked to the door. 

"Who are you?" I asked once I saw a small boy standing with his hands in his pockets. Once he turned around, I was overloaded by cuteness. The widened warm brown eyes complimented the warm coffee that was flowing through my body. 

"Joh-eun achim aleumdaun sonyeo," he bounded inside, nearly knocking me over.

"Of course he can't speak English..." I sighed.

"Mwo?" He turned around with confusion arrousing his jolly face.

"English?" I asked.

"Err - English not good," he said and looked down, as if ashamed. I took out my phone and typed something in on Google Translate: 'who are you?' I lifted his chin up which surprised him. His mouth widened into an adorable smile. I showed him my phone screen as he read.

"Ah - err..." he tapped my phone as if wanting to type something on it. I nodded and gave him my phone. 

He showed me the phone screen and it read: 'Namjoon-Hyung sent me to take you to school'

So this is Namjoon's brother then? Pretty cute... I nodded understandingly and downed my coffee. I typed in on my phone: 'let's go to school then' 

He nodded delightedly and took my hand playfully, leading me out of the door. Geez, why are these Koreans so physical. In England people would think we're going out!

"Namjoon-Hyung not tell me you so..." he paused, having a look of thought on his face, "pretty!" He exclaimed finally. I giggled and bit my nail slightly out of embarrassment. I looked at him, not helping but laugh at the fact he was the same height as me.

"Mwo?" He said in a whiny tone. He was about to shove me until he tripped over his own feet, gripping onto me tightly. Despite him being petite, he still managed to pull me down on top of him. 

"Umphf!" I huffed as my head rested on his shoulder.

"Ahh..." I heard him moan. I lifted my head up slightly and met his eyes. Our faces were extremely close, and my breathing became uneasy but his gaze was so relaxing as he kept on looking me in the eyes. Hannah?! Why do you feel like this?! 

I coughed slightly and scrambled up, helping the boy after. 

"S-sorry," he looked down, still clinging to my hand. I smiled and his hand until he looked up. I smiled even more, indicating that it was okay. His gleaming teeth were revealed as his eyes creased cutely, which made me smile even further.

"What's your name?" I asked politely. 

"Name?..." he frowned.

"I am Lim Eunsol, you are?"

"Ahh, ne, ne name," he let out a little laugh, "it Park Jimin."

"Cute name..." I mumbled.

"Hm?" Jimin looked at me intently. 

"Doesn't matter," I shook my head smiling. He's such a cute idiot...

We continued walking to school, as if that incident never happened. The warmth of his hand was still grasping mine, and no matter how uncomfortable I felt with people staring, I couldn't refuse this little boys politeness to be welcoming. If that indeed was the intention...