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Skool Love Affair (A BTS Fan Fiction Part 3)
Oooh another adorable Yoongi oppa picture...he's great...not even my bias...Jimin is...but there's a special place in my heart for this cutie...also his rapping is...I'm pretty sure it could cure cancer....it brings instant happiness into my life when I hear Yoogi oppa rapping...that's all...enjoy the chapter.

Namjoon’s POV
“Take a nap if you want,” I said, throwing a blanket at London, “Dinner won’t be done for a while.”
London smiled shyly and placed the blanket next to her. I laughed and shook my head at her stubbornness. She’s such a cutie. London leaned back against the cushion, fighting to keep her eyes open. She quickly lost the battle as her eyes fluttered to a close and didn’t open again. I pushed Yoongi off the couch and moved London so she was laying on the couch instead of sitting. Wow she must be really tired; she didn’t even stir. Jimin threw the blanket on her, and she instinctively pulled it around her tighter, as she curled into a ball.
“She’s cute,” Jimin murmured, a small smile forming on his face.
“I like her,” Taehyung nodded happily.
“Me too,” Hoseok agreed, “She seems fun.”
“I wish I could speak more English,” Jungkook frowned, “I want to talk to her more.”
“She seems smart,” I spoke, “I think she’ll catch on quick to Korean.”
“This will be interesting,” Yoongi chuckled, “Living with a girl.”
“It’s not too weird,” Hoseok shrugged.
“Ok, but you, Namjoon hyung and Taehyungie are the only ones who have a sister,” Jimin reminded, “The rest of us just have brothers.”
“Are you guys done talking around London?” Seokjin peeked his head in, “You’re gonna wake her up. Go set the table or come help me.”
We quickly moved to different places, either helping Seokjin hyung in the kitchen or setting the table. Thirty minutes later everything was ready and I walked over to London, shaking her shoulder slightly to wake her up.
“London, it’s time to eat,” I said quietly, London’s bright blue eyes fluttered open and she looked around groggily.
“What?” She groaned, confused.
“It’s time to eat,” I repeated, laughing.
“Oh,” A look of dawning appeared on London’s face. She ran a hand through her hair and she got up and walked with us to the table. She sat between Jimin and me and looked at the table in wonder. After a minute she spoke again, “Wow, it looks delicious. Oppa how do you say delicious?”
“Mashiseoyo,” I told her.
“It looks mashiseoyo,” London giggled with a thumbs up.
“Gomawo,” Seokjin smiled at London, “Eat a lot. Manhi meoko!”
Everyone ate in silence for a bit, the boys having stuffed too much food in their mouths to say anything. Finally, London looked up and opened her mouth to speak. She paused for a second, looking confused before shaking her head and looking back down.
“You ok?” I asked quietly, trying not to draw attention to London.
“Korean is just so hard,” London sighed dejectedly. She shoved a bite in her mouth and chewed it slowly, pouting slightly.
“London,” I smiled, “You just got here. Don’t stress. Besides we all understand what it’s like learning a new language.”
“You sure?” London bit her lip, her bright blue eyes looking into mine.
“Positive,” I smiled back. London smiled gratefully before turning back to her food and finishing.
London’s POV
Holy crap. This whole learning Korean thing is going to be hard. I mean, I knew a little bit before I came. I had recently started getting into kpop and the different groups. That’s why these boys looked so familiar. I’ve seen a few of their videos but I was on the plane to Korea before I had time to get to know any groups well, let alone BTS. I’m just grateful that Namjoon speaks English so well. I would be totally lost without him here. I have no idea how I’m going to manage classes and homework. I mean, I’m going to a Korean school, I don’t speak Korean, this is going to be a nightmare. I put my chopsticks down as I chewed my last bite, pondering, what the heck am I going to do? I stood up and picked up my plate off the table, looking around to see if anybody else was done eating. Jimin and Yoongi had both pushed their plates away from them, clearly finished.
“Are you done?” I asked them, reaching my hand out for their plates.
“No, I’ll do it,” Yoongi answered, standing up and pulling my plate out of my hand. He started to collect the other boys’ plates and walked to the kitchen.
“Oppa wait,” I called, following Yoongi into the kitchen, “Let me help.”
“London,” Yoongi chuckled, “Uh…go rest…you uh…traveled…uh…a lot.”
“Oppa,” I pouted, grabbing the wet dish from Yoongi’s hand and drying it with a towel. I turned slightly and yelled towards the living room, “Namjoon oppa!”
“Yeah?” Namjoon asked, peeking his head into the kitchen.
“How do I say that I’m going to help to the dishes,” I asked, “Actually that sounds hard…how about…I want to help.”
“Do-wa-ju-go-ship-oh-yo,” Namjoon replied slowly.
I turned towards Yoongi and took another dish from his hand, “Dowajugoshipohyo.”
“Arraseo,” Yoongi shook his head, “Ok.”
I smiled in triumph and continued to help Yoongi with the dishes. We talked a little bit in broken English and Korean and I learned the words for water, dishes, and soap.
“Gomawo,” Yoongi gave me a high five after we put the last of the dishes away, “Char handa! Good job!”
“Camsahamnida!” I grinned at Yoongi. We walked back into the living room and Yoongi collapsed on an empty bean bag. I stood at the edge of the room, still unsure of how to act and what to do.
“Come here, sit down,” Taehyung called, patting the spot on the couch next to him. I smiled shyly and sat down between Taehyung and Jimin.
“Peeconehae?” Jimin looked at me, “Are you tired?”
“Very,” I nodded, “Wait I know this in Korean, jinjja peeconehaeyo. Is that right?”
“Nae,” Seokjin cheered, “Very good! Char handa!”
“Do you need any help getting settled in?” Namjoon asked.
“Aniyo,” I shook my head, “Maybe tomorrow…I think I’ll need help in class.”
“I’ll be sure to have the teacher put me by you so I can translate,” Namjoon said helpfully.
“Gomawoyo oppa,” I thanked, “Now I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight!” The boys all called back. I walked back to the room that was previously stated as mine and closed the door behind me. I huffed out a big sigh, exhausted from the day. I’m still so confused as to what exactly is going on. I mean, how long has my dad been planning to send me to Korea? They said they weren’t expecting me for another month. So obviously, my dad had already decided he was going to ship me off. He just decided to do it now for some reason. He claims I’m troubled and I misbehave…I think he just didn’t want me around anymore. After my mom died he shut me out, people claim I’m too much like her for him to handle. I don’t know what the deal was, I woke up yesterday morning with my bags all packed and my dad handing me a ticket to Korea. And now here I am…in Korea…living with a Korean boy group. Not what I expected. I don’t even know how any of this is going to work. I speak next to no Korean and yet, here I am, about to attend a Korean school. This is going to be…well…nearing impossible. Like I thought at dinner, thank goodness Namjoon speaks English. I am not going to be able to do anything without him for the next little while. What am I going to do when I move out? Hopefully I learn a lot this semester. I ran a hand through my hair as I sighed again. I just need to go to bed and stop worrying about this. I quickly changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. I plugged my phone into the charger and set an alarm for the next day. I don’t wanna be late for my first day of school, I’m already stressed enough as it is. I cuddled up further into my covers and closed my eyes. I fell asleep quickly. My dreams were infiltrated with the boys and other random Korean people I assumed my mind decided were classmates. I couldn’t understand a thing that was going on in my dreams, so much for not stressing about it anymore. I woke with a start, my alarm blaring on the nightstand. I quickly turned it off, not wanting to wake the others. I groaned sleepily and rolled out of bed. I had the worst sleep last night. Not ideal for what’s ahead of me. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom that connected to my room. Time to get ready for the day.

사랑해!! ❤❤
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Plz tag me I want to know what happens
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will do!
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