Helping Hands

part 1

Mornings, I hate them, the idea of embarking on the adventure that the day awaits makes me gag. The thought of going to school wasn't that bad though, sad isn't it ? The fact that I had found the thought of being cooped up in several classes with people I absolutely hated a fun experience compared to the miserable life I occupied in the place I called home.

I sighed as a sour expression found its way on my pale cheeks, reluctantly I smoothed the crinkles of the freshly ironed uniform as it hugged my small form. I scanned the mirror and scoffed, ruffling the tangles of my Y/H/C locks I chuckled, wow I looked stunning. Sarcasm intended.

Clicking my tongue I shrugged and rushed out the door. Minutes after I had found an empty seat on the bus and placed my headphones in both my ears. This, this was what I needed. As I slowly drifted off into a slumber I felt the slight bending of the seat next to me along with a whiff of fresh cologne. God did this person shower in it or what?! With an annoyed expression I whipped my head around to meet the eyes of a boy. His eyes widened as a giddy smile formed on his plump lips, he lifted his arms to ruffle his perfect black locks revealing his toned arms that I-

"It's rude to stare, a picture lasts longer baby ,"
His eyes disappeared as his smile turned into a smirk, ending with a wink. Oh god he was one of those guys you thought, rolling your eyes you uncomfortably shifted in your seat and let your eyes make their way back to the scenery outside.

"It's rude to turn your back to others,"
His voice ringed through the booming of your earbuds. If you weren't annoyed before now you were ticked off.

"Can you please stop talking to me," you mumbled as you shot a disinterested glare at the boy in front of you, you had now turned back to face him and once again took in his appearance. This time you noticed the logo that was placed on the tips of his crinkled shirt. Eyes widening you mentally groaned as you realised you two would be crossing paths more often than you initially hoped.

"My name is Park Jimin, nice to meet you too." You stared in disbelief at his outstretched hand as you slowly processed the situation. See, you had no friends but by choice, you rejected the chance of any classmate possibly forming a friendship with you because secretly you were afraid they would eventually see the real you. But this boy, something about him made you trust him...so you took his hand in your own.

"..My name is Song Y/N."

A/N
oooo damn