Chapter 1 

 

Mikayla's POV (You): 

 

Life is hard. Everyday seems to get one step harder for you but you just brush it off and live life like any normal person. You are 18, living in South Korea with your mom since you were 8. It was hard for you, making new friends, learning a new language but you seemed to caught on faster than you thought. American that's what you were, it said it right there on your birth certificate. Your mom told you that your dad and her got a divorce when you were 7 so your mom moved to South Korea for work as her boss told her. Your mom was a good translator, she spoke very fluent Korean and Chinese. English was her main language though. 

 

You sat there on the bus looking at the school that you went to for the pass 4 years.  ~Nothing's changed.~ You thought, just as the bus parked to let you out. 

 

You walk into the school and headed to your locker keeping your head slightly low not trying to start a conversation with anyone. Opening your locker you look through the stack of books to find your papers for your morning classes.

 

"Morning Mik!" You hear the sweet voice of Jungkook say to you, leaning up against to the locker next to yours. 

 

"Oh hey, Jungkookie." You smiled, closing your locker. You and the Bangtan boys have been your friends for 2 years now but you have grown distant within the past year except for Kookie. There is one  member though that just can't stand you. Your innocence it to much for him I guess. 

 

The warning bell rang making you say goodbye to Jungkook. "I'll catch up with you later." You say as he nods. You always enjoyed talking to him even when Bangtan was watching near by, watching.

 

Entering class you sit down in your spot. The spot that is right I front of him. You open your book to the page written in the Board. Making sure you were all set for the day.

 

 "Alright class, settle down now." Mrs. Yang your teacher said, walking into the room and over to her desk. You signed knowing today might not be your day.  

 

"Jimin, go man!" You heard Suga say to him as they walk into the room with Rapmon following close behind. Your gaze landed on Kim Namjoon as he took a seat in the chair in the behind you. ~Great!~ You thought turning back to face the teacher. 

 

"Suga, you think we could go to your place after school?" Jimin asked him as you over heard. ~Hmm. . . ~ 

 

"Now class if you could open to the page I have written on the board." Mrs. Yang announced, making you smile since you already have.  

 

"Mik," you heard someone say. You look over and saw Miok, on of your best friends. She was in the seat right across from Rapmon.  

 

"What?" You question to her, making Jimin look at you funny. Wait a second? I spoke in English didn't I? 

 

"What?" You say to her again in Korean this time. Rapmon shook his head at you as you spoke to her. 

 

She told you to meet her at her locker after class. You nodded and faced forward once again. You felt someone gaze at you but ignored it. 

 

After class you met up with Miok and talked. Nothing special just how she feels about this one guy in her history class. You two walk to lunch just as Bangtan does.  

 

"V, what do you want?" J-Hope asked him, standing behind you. 

 

"What ever your getting." He answered, as you look up at him. He smiles and you quickly look away. ~Wow V looks nice today.~ You smile. 

 

Grabbing your lunch you were to busy talking to your friend to realise you were about to run into the guy you were desperately disliked by. 

 

"Watch out!" You hear Mi-Ok say before you collide with all your food into Rapmon. You instantly drop your tray, feeling fear rise in you. 

 

~She did not just do that!~ He thought, standing there looking at you. "Oh, my. . . I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too. . ." You stammered in English. ~English?~ He thought. 

 

You frown looking at the mess you made. "Go!" You hear Kim Namjoon whisper to you in an angry tone. Shocked, you walk backwards. He's never said anything to you before. 

 

All s were shocked at him as well. Everyone was silent, Rapmon never lets anything go.  His cold eyes followed you as you left the cafeteria. ~I never meant it.~ You whisper to yourself heading into the bathroom.  Looking into the mirror, you frowned. You were different, you knew it, you saw it. They saw it.