Welp I'm back...but with a bts fanfiction now...and this one is actually a fanfiction and not a one shot...so it'll be longer...anyways hope you enjoy.
I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, clutching onto a paper with my other hand. The paper contained directions to my new home. Only problem was, my new home was in Korea and I had no idea where I was going. To top it off I didn’t speak enough Korean to ask anybody for help. I let out a frustrated sigh, and ran my fingers through my hair again. Perfect, just perfect. I shouldn’t even be here. I didn’t even do anything wrong, despite what my dad says.
“Do you need help?” I heard a voice ask behind me, making me jump. I turned and saw a boy close to my age standing there with a big smile on his face, making his dimples pop out. He was good looking, tall, nice smile, and silvery blonde hair. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t place where I recognized him from.
“You speak English?” I asked shocked.
“A little yeah,” He nodded, another smile flashing across his face.
“Oh my gosh, thank you,” I sighed in relief handing him the paper I was holding, “I’m trying to find this place, do you know where it is?”
“Of course,” The boy told me, “This is where I go to school too. Come with me, I’m on my way there now.”
“Thanks you so much,” I thanked him again. I fixed my bag on my shoulder and grabbed the handles of each of my suitcases, “I’m London by the way.”
“Namjoon,” He answered, taking one of my suitcases and the bag off my shoulder, “Here let me help you.”
“You’re really good at English,” I complimented.
“Thanks,” Namjoon laughed, “Do you speak Korean?”
“Barely,” I shook my head, “I’m awful.”
“Don’t worry,” Namjoon replied, “I’ll help you out.”
I smiled gratefully in response and continued to walk by Namjoon. I like him, he seems like he would make a good friend. I still can’t figure out why he looks so familiar, it was really starting to bug me.
“Why are you in Korea?” Namjoon asked curiously.
“Long story,” I laughed, “Basically my dad got mad at me and shipped me off here.”
“Interesting,” Namjoon nodded thoughtfully as we turned into a large gate, “Well, we’re here. I gotta run but the front office is just right there. I’ll see you later though ok?”
“Ok,” I nodded, smiling, “Thanks again Namjoon.”
“No problem,” Namjoon replied, waving slightly before walking off towards a different group of buildings. I pushed open the door of the building, dragging my suitcases in behind me. The lady at the front desk looked up, surprised at the sudden commotion.
“Uh, hi,” I said nervously, “I mean, annyeonghasayo?”
“How may I help you?” The lady asked, her English slower than Namjoon’s.
“I’m new,” I paused, “A transfer student. I’m London Evans.”
“Transfer…” The lady looked at me blankly for a minute before turning and talking in Korean to one of the ladies behind her. Finally, she turned back to me, “We weren’t expecting you for another month.”
“What?” I asked confused, what were they talking about? They were expecting me in a month? Had my dad been planning this for a while?
“Ok, this is ok,” The lady said, “Um, we will notify your teachers, here is your map, class schedule, and dorm key. Come back tomorrow to talk to the president.”
“Nay, camsahamnida,” I bowed at the women and dragged my suitcases back out the door and down the steps. Now to find my dorm. I followed the map and finally made it to my building. After lots of heaving, tuggimng, and sweating I got into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. Not too bad, it could have a nice view. The elevator stopped and I stepped out, heading towards the one door in the hallway. I swiped my key in front of the door, unlocking it. I swung the door open and stepped inside hesitantly. There were shoes at the door which wasn’t surprising, I mean it makes sense I would have roommates. I heard voices come to a stop and then footsteps. Suddenly someone was peeking their head around the corner.
“London?” Namjoon asked, confused, stepping out from around the corner, “What are you doing here?”
“Um, this is my dorm room?” I replied, unsure. I saw more figures step out around the corner, 6 more to be exact. What in the world is going on?
“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, “This is our dorm.”
“I-I don’t know,” I shook my head, “This is the key they gave me.”
“Ok, uh come in,” Namjoon waved me in before turning to the others and speaking in Korean. Man, I need to learn more Korean. I slipped off my shoes, leaving my suitcases by the door and hesitantly walked in. Namjoon led me to the couch and sat me down, still talking to the others. One of them pulled out his phone and called someone.
“Namjoon, what’s going on?” I asked, looking up at Namjoon worriedly.
“Hey don’t worry,” Namjoon sat down next to me and patted my knee, “We’re just trying to figure out what is going on.”
“I’m sorry,” I hung my head, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Hey it’s not your fault,” Namjoon replied, placing a finger under my chin and pulling my face up to look at him, “We’re not mad at you.”
The boy who was on the phone earlier walked over to Namjoon and said something to him. Namjoon nodded and looked over at me, “Welcome to your new dorm, roommate.”
“Wait,” I paused, confused, “What?”
“Jin hyung talked to the office,” Namjoon answered, “They made a mistake in all the filing but they don’t have room for you in any of the girl’s dorms so you’re with us for the semester.”
“Are you guys ok with that?” I asked.
“We’ll figure it out,” Namjoon shrugged, “Now let me introduce you to everyone,” He waved everyone over and said something in Korean to them.
Welp...we'll get to the introductions in part 2....until then...사랑해~~