"So, how are you?" Jae-eun asked, placing her tray down onto her table and greeting me as she always does everyday. She asks this everyday. It's routine.

"I'm fine." I muttered. "You know, I really do wonder if you're my therapist because that's how you treat me whenever we're together." I grumbled. I really do appreciate her, but there were some moments where I asked for a friend, not a mother.

"I'm sorry, I really, really do care for you Y/N, I'm afraid that you'll do something especially since that," she trailed off. I took a deep breath. The day I told her about everything~her tears wouldn't stop coming. We held each other and she comforted me, knowing that she had my trust.

"Can you just stop saying that? I know you worry, but it's been well over years, I don't want to keep being reminded of it," I curled my hands into fists. Jae-eun nodded, staying quiet before we continued to eat our meals respectably.

I love her, she's more than I could ask for, but there are time where she would never mean push my buttons but sometimes she slips and says things that I don't exactly want to be reminded of.

Whatever, I sighed. I should stop being so ungrateful.

Lunch is my favorite part of the day. It's the only time I get to relax and unwind from the stressful studies and lectures we, high school students are given.

As lunch was coming to an end, the cafeteria had gotten quiet as seven of the, and I quote, "hottest and baddest" boys of Seoul High entered into the cafeteria.

They wore black masks over their faces, even though it was prohibited. The masks covered from their nose to their jaw. One of them had their mask covering almost his whole face, you could barely see his eyes. I wonder how he saw ahead of him.

I couldn't exactly see who each of them were, especially since the only facial appearance showing were their eyes.

I knew their names, since I could hear the girls call their names as if they were in a cult. I only knew since they've been walking around together since freshman year—people knew not to mess with them.

"I really don't understand what's so special about them," I muttered under my breath. I turned my attention back to my food and took the last bite of my chicken sandwich.

Jae-eun seemed to be in a trance as she placed her chin onto her palm, staring at the seven boys lovingly.

I grabbed her arm and shook her, snapping her out of her trance. She rolled her eyes before turning back to look at them. I could see her drooling over them.

"What's so special about them? They're probably just troublemakers that don't even care about other people around them," I scoffed.

Jae-eun didn't seem to hear me. I let out a sigh before shaking my head and standing up to grab my tray and clean up.

With my head still turned to face Jae-eun, I bumped into a hard wall. A wall in the middle of the cafeteria? I looked up, clenching my teeth before I stared up at the boy who I had bumped into.

He took off his mask, showing his... scary, but quite gorgeous face. Jeon Jungkook.

I blinked a few times before shaking my head. "Watch where you're going," I rolled my eyes.

I stepped to the right, getting out of his way to throw away my tray, yet I was unable to reach to the trash can as he stepped to his left, making me unable to move.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Uh, to throw away my trash?" I stated questionable. It was obvious that I was going to throw my trash away.

Jungkook walked over to Jae-eun's and I's table, grabbing a carton of milk that came from the cafeteria. I kept my eye on him as he walked towards me. I hadn't realized how quiet the cafeteria has gotten~my eyes wondered around as I found the rest of the boys to be watching, too.

He opened the small milk carton before he took a sip, then proceeding to pour it down my brunette hair. Not only that, but it had soaked my clothes, too.

My eyes widened, realizing that a lot of the students had taken out their smartphones and started taking photos and videos.

"Do you think you can mess with me, princess?" He teased, throwing the milk carton into the trash without looking before chuckling at me and walking back to his group of friends.

Jae-woo walked up to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Ah, Jae-woo. Class A bitch.

My hair was drenched of milk while my shirt was soaked. I stood there for a good, long moment—which felt like forever before Jae-eun grabbed my hand, pulling me to the nearest bathroom.

Jae-eun attempted to get me cleaned, soaking some paper towels with water, but it made me look like I peed myself.

"Why'd he do that?" She asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I might have told him to watch where he was going," I giggled nervously.

Jae-eun sighed. "You probably shouldn't have done that, now Jungkook is going to have it out for you."

"It's whatever," I shook my head before grabbing a paper towel and cleaning myself up.

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The rest of the day had gone by very slowly. Now that I went viral in our school, everyone would point at me and laugh—or, whisper. I really thought this wouldn't be like middle school.

They called me milk girl because I smelled like milk.

I saw a few members of Bangtan throughout the day in some classes but they didn't seem to care much nor notice at all. The blonde one had given me a smile, probably pity.

Over the years, I did notice their behaviors since they walked the halls everyday. Kim Namjoon, the leader. He seemed to be the one that broke up fights between Bangtan and some other group. He also walked in the middle all the time~so I'm just assuming that he's the leader.

Kim Seokjin. He never really seemed immature, quite the opposite really. I noticed that he's the one that makes the jokes, but not many would laugh at them except girls trying to get his attention. I guess he's the dad of the group, since he might be older by half a year.

Min Yoongi. He's weirdly known to wear masks the most. The school had given up on trying to make him take it off everyday. He seems to slack off a lot and barely talk even when he's around them, but maybe if I got to know him, he wouldn't be like that. I would never, though.

Jung Hoseok. Honestly, I would want to hang out with him the most out of the whole group. He seems to be the most energetic one out of all six combined.

Park Jimin. Two words, lover boy.

Kim Taehyung. He's confusing. Girls are always clinging to him but he'd always reject them. But his voice would make any girl submit to him if you asked me.

Jeon Jungkook. As far as I know, he's the baddest one out of all of them. The youngest, but the baddest—even worse than Min Yoongi. In my experience, he might be younger than all of them by a few months, but he's the one nobody wants to mess with.

I've heard whispers about him and some accident, but I was never interested on his history. Especially not now.

I sighed, closing my locker as I hurried to get home, wanting to get home the most after a rough day.

My body had collided with yet, another wall.

I rubbed my temples, already feeling a bruise to form soon.

"We meet again, princess."

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