The wind howled as students arrived through the gates. Friends greeted each other with a hug or a playful punch while the seniors stood tall and proud, confidence born of experience. It took a couple of minutes before everyone skittered off inside to go to their homeroom. Most of the students had their own friendship circles and were clumped in groups wherever they went, but then there were the others; the quiet people who didn’t talk – Yoon Hyunjung was one of those people.

          All Hyunjung heard when she entered her homeroom was the monotone buzz of voices humming like an orchestra of deadbeat droids. It was the same every school morning. She sat down in her usual seat and got some of her books and stationery out so that she could revise. She didn’t need to revise, but what else was she supposed to do for the remaining fifteen minutes before classes would begin? She didn’t have anyone to talk to anyway, except Eunsook, but they didn’t consider each other friends and she didn’t talk much either.

          “Hey, Hyunjung?”

          She looked up and was surprised at who was stood in front of her desk. There, with his hands in his pockets and blazer off, and the long sleeves of his school shirt loosely rolled up to his forearms was Jeon Jungkook – the pride of the class, he excelled in practically every sport the school did and was friendly with anyone he talked to. She had many encounters with Jeon Jungkook – not particularly good encounters (she accidentally tripped him up last year consequently spraining his ankle) – but there he was, in the flesh. And she couldn't believe it.

          “This is our new student who’ll be joining us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?”

          Hyunjung found him odd. It was possibly something to do with his expression; his mouth was almost a straight line and his eyes were like stone. The new face stood at the front of the classroom and bowed politely. “My name is Kim Taehyung.”

          The class waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. Mr Jung cleared his throat. “Thank you, Taehyung. You can sit at that desk between Hoseok and Hyunjung.”

          Hyunjung’s eyes followed him as he walked to his allocated desk without a word, and gave his seatmates a nod before he sat down. She risked a further ten seconds to study his face. What she found odd was the way it seemed his expression was forever stuck with that neutral mien. 

The world, isn't really that small, is it?

New people.

New friendships.

New insights.

It's all thanks to you.

Credits:

►►Special thanks to IIKookieII from First Snow Graphics for designing the amazing first poster! Go check their shop out, their graphics are friggin awesome.(Just click the banner).

►►Thank you to bxbydoll from ʕ ᓀ ᴥ ᓂ ʔ K U M A 2.0 for the absolutely beautiful poster. Click the banner for the link. You should check their graphics out too, they're all unbelievably amazing.

Disclaimers:

• the school system in this story isn't correct to the Korean one.

• The beginning of this story is heavily inspired by the manga Hirunaka no Ryuusei by Yamamori Mika (amazing mangaka). Also Taehyung is very similar to Mamura (if you've read it, it gives you a very good idea on what he'll be like). 

• the description is based on the quote; "Eloway was shy, not an introvert where you felt power in being alone. No, that wasn't it, Eloway wanted to be around people, to connect with them, she just didn't know how. That, was the true definition of being shy." @serenadavidson.