The next two days before classes started went by uneventfully. Yoongi never was present except to sleep and he never bothered to invite me to wherever it was he went.

With the absence of my room mate, I chose to stay in my room rather than to explore. I ate my meals hurriedly and alone, just like I usually did back at home. All my friends went to a public school while my mom insisted that I went to a private academy. I'm not quite sure where we got the money for the pricey tuition; mom mentioned my dad once, but I don't know anything about him.

The morning of first classes, I got up at exactly 5 in the morning, even though my first class didn't start until eight. I got out of bed quietly so to not wake up Yoongi (he was not a morning person). I turned the shower on, letting the water run warm this time. Stripping down to nothing, I froze when I heard the unforgettable creak of the bathroom door opening. I didn't have to turn to know who it was; it could only be Suga. I waited for a yelp, or even an apology for walking in on me, but there was none. Gathering what small amount of courage I had, I peeked over my left shoulder.

I was met with a shirtless Yoongi, eyes closed and thumbs hooked on the waistband of his sweat pants. I squeaked in surprise, causing him to lazily open one eye. He looked me up and down- eyes lingering on my revealed - before turning around with a grunt.

"Sorry man, I needed to piss." He grumbled in his raspy voice that made heat pool in my stomach.

"Ah, no problem. Let me just get in the shower." I stammered, voice at least an octave higher than usual. He grunted once again in response. Not wanting a repeat of what just happened, I leaped into the lukewarm shower. Pulling the shower curtain closed, I made quick work of washing myself.

I just had some of the worst luck when it came to awkward situations.

When I got out of the shower, Yoongi had already left. Instead I was greeted with Taehyung laying in my bed. He waved at me, seemingly not bothered by the fact I only had boxer briefs on and towel over my head. 

"Sungmin hyung! We both have English first block!" He smiled, way too awake and enthusiastic for it being five thirty.

"That's great," I grinned, although on the inside I was groaning, "But why are you here so early? And where is Yoongi?" I began to towel dry my hair, taking a seat at my desk.

"Suga hyung went to Namjoon and Hoseok's room like he does every morning." Taehyung smiled as if he knew something I didn't, but I chose to just ignore it.

"Oh, okay then." I mumbled, thinking that was the end of the conversation. I was clearly mistanken.

"Don't you want to know why?" He whined, sitting up in my bed and pouting at me. I didn't especially care about Yoongi's reasoning, but I already knew enough about Taehyung to ask anyway. I nodded, eliciting a squeal and clap of hands.

"Yoongi has a crush on one of them. There's an ongoing bet of whether it is Namjoon or Hoseok," he smirked, knowing he had me intrigued. I motioned him to continue, "Personally I think it is Namjoon hyung." I felt a mixture of hurt and hopefulness stab at my heart.

"And why is that?" I tried to sound as disinterested as possible, but I knew I was failing at that,

"They are always together. Whether it be making music at the studio or eating. Yoongi follows Namjoon like a puppy."

"Oh."

"I think they would be cute. Hoseok is just way too cheerful for Suga hyung's dark soul." He giggled, and I half heartedly chuckled to pacify Taehyung.

"Yeah, you're right."

"I know I'm right," he smirked, "That's why I am positive that you have a thing for Namjoon." I was saved of having to reply by a loud knock on the dorm room door. I got up to answer it, but Taehyung pulled me down by the wrist.

"Taehyung? Unlock the door! I know you're in there! Quite harassing Sungmin!" Jin's usually soft voice resounded loud and authoritative. I knew he wasn't addressing me, but I still couldn't help but shy away from the door.

"I am not harassing Sungmin hyung! Unlike you he actually enjoys my company!" He screamed at the door.

Jin's voice automatically softened, "Is that what this is about Taehyunggie? You know I love being around you. Now please come back to our room," he lowered his voice, "There's a lot we can do in the two hours before classes." Beside me Taehyung's entire face burned crimson.

"Yah~! Jinnie! Sungmin is sitting right here. Don't embarrass me~" It took me a second, but I finally realized what Jin meant by "a lot we can do." Outside the door Jin squaked laughed.

"Uh, Good morning Sungmin ssi." His voice cracked.

"I told you to drop the formalities. Good morning Jin hyung."

"Ah of course Sungmin. Now let's go Taehyung." Taehyung waved goodbye before slipping out of my dorm. I could hear heated whispering, but not anyhing coherent through the metal door. Sighing in relief, I walked over to the closet and got out my uniform. Mom had it pressed and laundered at the dry cleaners back home. I slipped on the white dress shirt and khaki pants before putting on the navy blue and white blazer with solid navy blue tie. Bangtan Prep didn't have a code for shoes, so I laced up my Jordan Retro 5 oreos (a going away gift from Jinyoung). Being the neat freak I am, I had already packed my bag with all the books fron the classes I had today. Thankfully I only had 5 blocks: English, Geometry, Contemporary Korean History (mom insisted it would look good on college applications), Classic Literature, and Choir. In addition to being one of the top private acadamies in regards to academics, Bangtan Prep had an unrivalled performance arts program. And let's not forget the fact Bangtan Prep seemed to only have attractive students, hell even the teachers were of model quality (except me of course OTL.) 

I sat around for the next two hours unpacking and packing my backpack over and over again. It probably would've been smart to go and get breakfast, but I was to scared at the prospect  of seeing Namjoon and Yoongi together. I was now convinced that Namjoon was straight for everyone except Yoongi. How that made sense, I don't know. In my defense at the time I was emotionally distraught.  At 7:30 I decided it was probably a good time to make my way across campus to the language department. There was a total of ten buildings: Dorms, Cafeteria, Teacher Housing, Language Department, History Department, Science Department, Literature Department, Math Department, Arts Department, and the Main Offices. Luckily the Language building was right next to the dorms. By the time I made it to room 104, I was the only person present. I took a seat at the back of the class; the teacher would assign seats anyway.

"You must be Baekhyun's cousin," a lanky boy with hard-not-to-notice ears took the chair next to me, leaning in with a cheeky grin that was borderline terrifying, "Sungmin, right?" I nodded meekly.

"Chanyeol, you're creeping him out." Chanyeol rolled his eyes before leaning away from me. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"When did you become my mother Kyungsoo?" Chanyeol whined as the boy-Kyungsoo- propped himself on the windowsill next to us.

"I wouldn't have to be if you knew how to take care of yourself," He retorted, a heart shaped smile blessing his full lips. The two boys in front of me just further proved that only models attended Bangtan Prep. I sighed ruefully, "By the way, I am Do Kyungsoo, and this is Park Chanyeol. We're Baekhyun's friends."

"I didn't know Baekhyun went here," my mom failed to mention the fact my favorite cousin went to Bangtan Prep as well. This would've be helpful information.

"Really? You were all that Baaekhyun has been talking about for the last two weeks. He's been so excited." Chanyeol gushed.

"When is Baekhyun ever not excited?"

"He's more sassy nowadays than anything else." Kyungsoo said with a small smirk.

"Your cousin thinks himself as Queen," Kyungsoo nodded solemnly in agreement, " And yes, I mean Queen." Chanyeol added in regards to my questioning look.  

"Ooookay then." I said uncertainly, looking back and forth from Chanyeol to Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo opened his mouth to speak, maybe to elaborate on Queen Baekhyun, but was interrupted by a screech and a body being thrown in my direction. 

"Sungminnie hyung!" Taehyung stood in front of me protecting me from an unknown threat.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"That's my line. Why are you talking to them?" He motioned towards Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, who in return glared holes through Taehyung.

"They are friends of my cousin, Byun Baehyun." Taehyung grew rigid at the mention of my cousin.

"You mean to tell me, that you are the cousin that god awful Baekhyun has been raving over?" He looked me up and down, "But you're nothing like that diva!"

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"And you two!" Taehyun completely ignored me to turn his wrath on the others, "What bull have you been feeding Sungmin? I saw you guys acting nice, and it was disgusting."

"I don't know what you mean V."Kyungsoo's voice was sickeningly sweet and dripping with sarcasm. Chanyeol stood up, shocking me with his grand height and intimidating scowl.

"Let's not start a problem, just back  off Taehyung." Chanyeol took a step forwards, cracking his knuckles threateningly. This was a complete change from how the two was acting just minutes earlier. I watched as a impending fight brewed right before my eyes 

"I wouldn't do that if I was you Chanyeol." 

Now this is an important part of the story. So let me explain what the scene looked like at this point.

Kyungsoo: Sitting leisurely on the windowsill, glaring evilly at Taehyung when he's not picking dirt out from underneath his fingernails.

Chanyeol: Slowly making his way towards Taehyung (or V I suppose) whilst cracking his knuckles and wearing a scowl that definitely did not fit his boyish features.

Me: Cowered away at my desk, hands covering eyes but fingers splayed so I can see all the action.

And then enter an incredibly badass Yoongi.

Now Yoongi was seriously ing with my emotions. 

He had his blonde hair tousled perfectly where it looked both messy and polished, Uniform on but tie loosened , and hands casually in his pockets. By this time almost all of the class was filled, except for the teacher. The room was completely silent except for the sound of Yoongi's shoes clicking on the tiled floor. Even I winced at ever click or clack the rang through the stagnant air. Chanyeol immediately back away, moving instead over to Kyungsoo. 

"Then tell V to mind his own business." Chanyeol snapped, eyeing Taehyung hatefully.

"They were harassing  Sungmin!" He whined, pointing towards the pair accordingly. 

I scoffed, "They were not harassing-" Hands covered my mouth.

"I don't know what happened, not do I really care. But Sungmin is one of us now, so I expect you to respect that. He is our business. And Tae," Yoongi turned to address V, "You can't get so worked up over these things. Now get out of here Chanyeol,Kyungsoo." Chanyeol looked as if he wanted to argue. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, nonchalantly stood up and grabbed his wrist, pulling him away towards the front of the room. Before he sat down, Kyungsoo gave me this questioning look. But I wasn't sure what that meant.

"They weren't harassing me, " I mumbled , "They were actually very nice until you guys came." Yoongi chuckled,

"I expect so. It's no secret that we don't get along. It's been that way since First Year." 

"Why is that?"

"I'm not sure. But something must've happened between your cousin and Namjoon."

"Really?" Taehyung nodded slowly,

"We've asked everyone else and no one knows why either."

"Have you tried asking Baekhyun?" I mean, it couldn't be that difficult to ask him. If I remembered correctly, Baekhyun was always helpful.

"Byun Baekhyun hates us more than we hate him. He refuses to speak to any of us other than to bicker or insult," he turned his attention to Suga, "I can't believe you told them Sungmin was one of us. Baekhyun is going to have a fit." 

"Let him. It'll make performing arts more interesting." Yoongi snickered.

"All right class, let's take a seat so that I can take attendance."

It wasn't even Lunch yet and I had already learned so much more about Bangtan Prep.  

English was boring. Our teacher, a young man with jet black hair and handsome features, was overly excited and kinda annoying. I had studies in the US, so my English was already pretty on point. The other kids in my class struggled with pronunciation and even with the alphabet but I breezed through it. This didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Lee.

"Park Sungmin, correct?" He pointed right at me, drawing the attention of the whole class. I silently prayed that a meteor would strike the earth at that moment, "I noticed  that you seem fluent in English." He said the last sentence in English, confusing half of the class. I might as well go along with it, so I replied in English.

"I studied for a year at a middle school in Ohio. I'm not fluent, but I am advanced." Mr. Lee nodded excitedly.

"I see. Well, it's good to know someone will always get my lessons." He turned back to the board, resuming his lecture on silent letters in English words.

The rest of class went without  A hitch. I was almost asleep when the bell rung to signal class change. I was about to get up and leave when Yoongi stopped me, "What do you have next block?"

"Geometry?"

"So does Namjoon. He is across the hall as an independent study, have him walk you to class." With that he stalked out of the room, leaving me to have a heart attack. Namjoon walking. With me. Taking me to the class. That we share. Together. Asdfghjkl. 

Please excuse my rather feminine fan boying. 

I was all butterflies and rainbows until a huge boulder fell on top of me: Namjoon and Yoongi.

I still had myself convinced they had a thing. It would make sense, they were together 24/7.

While I was too.busy psyching myself out, I didn't hear the footsteps behind me until a hand was wrapping around my wrist. I jumped in surprise and what stood before me had me having heart palpitations.

Namjoom smiling, at me, with his dimples showing.

And damnnn did that boy know how to wear a uniform.

And can I just say Khakis did wonders on his . That booty firm.

"We don't want to be late for Geometry." He said in this silky smooth voice that had my toes curling. 

"No we would not." I had to try hard not to moan while tearing my eyes away from his to look him in the eyes. Those eyes would be the death of me. Correction ; Kim Namjoon as a whole would be the death of me.

Today had taken a turn for the better, and it was only 10 am.

A/N

Sorry it took me so long to update, and sorry if you found the chapter severely disappointing and short.

I was at HOBY this past weekend and I have finally recovered. Lol.

And I know that EXO are sweethearts in real life, but in the story they are going to at times be complete jerks. I love them anyway. 

EspeciallyChanyeolBCBias

I have no life OTL

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