#1 School
Y/N POV:
Honestly, the most frustrating thing about school isn't the classes, the homework, or even the teachers. It’s the sheer *sameness* of it all. Ten years of this routine—the same hallways, the same faces, the same predictable dramas. Girls chasing boys who are more interested in their own reflections than actual relationships. It’s…empty. I'm sixteen, almost seventeen, and I feel like I'm just existing. Wake up, school, home, eat, sleep, repeat. There’s no spark. No surprise.
And then there's the attention. It's annoying. Plenty of boys at school seem interested, but why? Maybe it's my "don't bother me" attitude. Maybe it's because I'm popular—which is *also* because of that attitude. I genuinely don't want any of them. They're just…normal. Too safe. Too vanilla. Not my type. To be honest, I don't even *know* my type yet, since I've never actually had a boyfriend. These guys are just kids playing at being men.
The girls are cautiously polite. They don't want to get burned by association. I don’t bully anyone, but stories circulate. And they always circle back to Taehyung. He's the most popular boy at school, and a notorious bully—but only with the boys, the nerds. With girls, he’s practically royalty. Rumors whisper about us being a couple, about how we *should* be a couple, because we apparently look good together. It’s infuriating. He’s my best friend, not a potential boyfriend, and that's all it is. He's probably the reason *I'm* popular, too.
“Daydreaming again, I see,” Taehyung said, leaning against the doorway to the classroom.
Okay, I won't lie. He looks good. But we’re just friends.
“Hi, you jerk. What have you done to your hair?” I asked, staring at his shockingly blonde hair. Where did the dark hair go?
“You like it? Don’t tell me you don’t, because I might actually die,” he said, looking genuinely worried. I laughed and punched his shoulder.
“Haha, don’t worry, you look fine.”
“Hope that wasn’t a lie. Let’s go, we’re already late.” He grinned and looped his arm around my shoulder. He doesn't even care about being late. I’m tall enough that he can casually sling his arm around me without having to hunch down.
“I think I know why people think we’re a couple,” I said and yanked his arm off my shoulder. He just smiled wickedly and pulled me closer.
“You are such a jerk,” I rolled my eyes. Of course he just chuckled. As expected, every student in the hallway was staring as we walked to class, but I didn’t bother to care. They were all childish. Even the boys were glaring, while the girls giggled. Honestly, I deserve someone who isn’t a high school kid.
We slid into the classroom and took our seats. I sat in the first seat in the fourth row, and Taehyung took his usual spot in the third row. Perfect for him to turn around and make ridiculous faces. What a weirdo.
“Hey, you punk! Move out of the way now!” He barked at a kid sitting next to me. Seriously, sometimes he’s just a jerk.
“Taehyung, the teacher will get mad again if you switch seats all the time,” I said, but he wasn’t budging.
“Do I look like I care?” He asked sarcastically, resting his face in his hands on the desk.
He’s such a troublemaker. I smiled and rolled my eyes. The teacher walked in, and I was already exhausted just thinking about the lesson.
“Good morning, everyone!” She yelled, trying to quiet us down. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the teacher standing at the front.
“Good morning, Mrs. Lee!” The students chorused. Taehyung barely glanced up. I wasn’t excited either, so we were already a matching pair. Mrs. Lee was my math teacher. I didn't dislike her, but I don’t like teachers in general. They make you work at school *and* at home, and if you make even a small mistake, they make your day a mess. "You forgot your homework? Detention!" Or "You ate in class? Detention!"
“Of course, you will have a new teacher. He is outside waiting so please be nice. Taehyung, Y/N, I am talking to you two. I am not afraid of sending you to detention even my last day at school.” She looked furious at us. This is why I hate teachers. They always pick on us. You mess up once, and you're labeled for the rest of the school year.
“And we are not afraid to put glue on your chair even your last day at school.” Taehyung whispered to me, and I quietly laughed. The teacher went to open the door for the new teacher, and I was already annoyed.
“Great, let’s see who the new shitface is going to be.” I whispered back to Tae, continuing to laugh. Looking at the person walking in, my breath hitched.
“…Who is this guy?” I asked myself, not believing my eyes. He walked to the table, and my eyes started to grow, my mouth opening. He looked so young…and…
“Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Park.”
…handsome.