Name: Lee Y/n
Birthday: Your birthday 1996
Family: Mother,Father,Twin Sister
Rich or Poor: Comfortable
Extra: Moved to Seoul for College
You sighed heavily, staring at your incredibly tangled headphones.
Taehyung had given them to you- they were a pastel yellow, your favourite colour.
‘I miss you, Tae...’ you thought for a second but then soon snapped out of it. He hates you, remember? And you’re meant to hate him back...
You mentally shook yourself. ‘Get yourself together, Y/n!’
You huffed again, finally done with untangling that mess, and slotted it in to listen to some music.
It’s gonna be a long plane ride.
“Well, here we are!” you exclaimed nervously.
You arrived at your apartment, your heavy bags weighing you down.
“Annyeonghaseyo! You must be y/n! I’m Hoseok- this is—“
“Worldwide Handsome Jin! Annyeonghaseyo!”
“Yeah, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you,” You bowed 90 degrees.
“Hey, hey. No need to be formal- in fact call me Hobi. You’re moving into room 69, right?”
You blushed at the irony, “Y-Yeah...” you chuckled.
“Need help with those bags, Y/n? For such a small girl, you must be tired!” asked Jin.
Your eyes widened and your face went red in anger. Only one person, the one person who knew you best- understood that you hated being called petty. Only one Taehyung- stop it, Y/n. You hate him! Meant to hate him…
“Y/n doesn’t need to be manhandled, Jin. Wait- do you want help?” Hobi asked kindly, glancing angrily at your new friend.
But your mind had wandered somewhere else…
“Y/n? Wait- what do I call you?” Jin’s voice snapped me out of my trance.
“Dongsaeng is good.” You say nonchalantly.
You stared with apprehension at the metal numbers nailed to the door.
“Here we go…” you muttered, unlocking the door with your new keys.
As you entered your eyes opened in surprise…
“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m-”
“Yeah, yeah. I know who you are,” grumbles a bitter voice.
The speaker turned around.
“Y-you…”
Birthday: Your birthday 1996
Family: Mother,Father,Twin Sister
Rich or Poor: Comfortable
Extra: Moved to Seoul for College
You sighed heavily, staring at your incredibly tangled headphones.
Taehyung had given them to you- they were a pastel yellow, your favourite colour.
‘I miss you, Tae...’ you thought for a second but then soon snapped out of it. He hates you, remember? And you’re meant to hate him back...
You mentally shook yourself. ‘Get yourself together, Y/n!’
You huffed again, finally done with untangling that mess, and slotted it in to listen to some music.
It’s gonna be a long plane ride.
*Timeskip*
“Well, here we are!” you exclaimed nervously.
You arrived at your apartment, your heavy bags weighing you down.
“Annyeonghaseyo! You must be y/n! I’m Hoseok- this is—“
“Worldwide Handsome Jin! Annyeonghaseyo!”
“Yeah, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you,” You bowed 90 degrees.
“Hey, hey. No need to be formal- in fact call me Hobi. You’re moving into room 69, right?”
You blushed at the irony, “Y-Yeah...” you chuckled.
“Need help with those bags, Y/n? For such a small girl, you must be tired!” asked Jin.
Your eyes widened and your face went red in anger. Only one person, the one person who knew you best- understood that you hated being called petty. Only one Taehyung- stop it, Y/n. You hate him! Meant to hate him…
“Y/n doesn’t need to be manhandled, Jin. Wait- do you want help?” Hobi asked kindly, glancing angrily at your new friend.
But your mind had wandered somewhere else…
“Y/n? Wait- what do I call you?” Jin’s voice snapped me out of my trance.
“Dongsaeng is good.” You say nonchalantly.
You stared with apprehension at the metal numbers nailed to the door.
“Here we go…” you muttered, unlocking the door with your new keys.
As you entered your eyes opened in surprise…
“Annyeonghaseyo, I’m-”
“Yeah, yeah. I know who you are,” grumbles a bitter voice.
The speaker turned around.
“Y-you…”
End of Chapter 1
