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?”