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The loud noises reverberate throughout the library, a supposed quiet place. Yoongi grumbles, annoyed at the disturbance going on around him. So rich people don’t study, huh?
Yoongi picks up his belongings and starts his trek to the hallway.
What an inconvenience.
He tries to avoid stepping on the others belongings, as he doesn’t want to bring more attention to himself than what the student body has already given him.
I need to make Mom proud. I can’t afford to waste this chance.
Yoongi increases his pace to get out of the cramped and all-too-noisy library, causing his black hair to sway. With great difficulty dodging misplaced items and carelessly thrown backpacks, he makes his way to the hallway.
Damn Rich people.
Caught up with grumbling complaints under his breath, he doesn’t realize that he had walked past the second library. Eager to continue studying however, Yoongi hastily turns the corner and sees a room labeled “Music Room 3”.
I do need a piano to finish my composition, and this seems like a quiet place…
Oh, how wrong had Yoongi been.
He walks up to the door and turns the handle only to be greeted with a sight he was not expecting. Instead of books, Yoongi sees six boys standing all talking to each other. They freeze and all at once, all of their eyes land on Yoongi. In an instant, the six all take ridiculous poses.
What have I gotten myself into?
One in the crowd steps towards him.
“Hello my prince, welcome to the host club,” brown, layered hair fills Yoongi’s sight as the tall male bows and presents him a singular rose.
Where did that rose even come from?
Yoongi takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender.
“I’m not sure what this is, I just need a place to study...” he mumbles, before he is interrupted by the one standing in front of him.
“It is my pleasure to offer you our services, my prince,” the brunette raises his head to smirk --prominent cheekbones high on his handsome face-- at Yoongi. He throws the rose, takes a step forward, and grasps the intruder’s hand.
Yoongi’s eyes widen, “Uhhhh, what are you doing?” he asks, a dumbfounded expression appearing on his face.
“This is the Bangtan High School Host Club, Kitten,” the mysterious man says with a sultry voice, “it is our duty to entertain you,”.
Yoongi pulls his hand from the firm clasp of the man’s big palm, and places both on his hips, “First, don’t call me Kitten if you want to keep your tongue. Second, I’m here to work on my composition. This is a music room, so tell me where all the instruments are,” Yoongi finishes with his eyes blazing, frustration evident.
“Au contraire, Kitten! This the Host club room. Here, let me introduce you,”.
I think I might kill this man.
“I am Kim Taehyung, president of the Bangtan High School Host Club!”. Taehyung once again bows, as if Yoongi should be honored to be in his presence.
Before Yoongi can tell him he really doesn’t care and needs to study, Taehyung continues.
“This is Kim Namjoon, Vice President and my partner in crime,” He says while pointing to the tallest. He has glasses and what seems to be a notebook stashed underneath his arm. Namjoon smiles, dimples making their appearance, fixing his glasses before speaking.
“Ah, Min Yoongi. The new transfer student. If I have heard correctly, you are a commoner, yes?” The other five members release their poses to gather around him when they hear Namjoon make his inquiry.
“So you’re the one everyone has been talking about,” a man, who doesn’t stand much taller than himself, states while raising his hand. “I’m Jung Hoseok, choreographer,”.
Yoongi’s eyebrows lift in clear question,”Choreographer, I thought this was a Host Club?”.
“Oh, but it is!” Taehyung pipes up again, “The interests of our guests just varies,” he quickly finishes.
“We make it our top priority to keep everyone happy and appreciated,” Namjoon adds in with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Uh-huh,” Yoongi says in astonishment, while releasing Hoseok’s hand.
These people are crazy .
Being stuck in his own thoughts, Yoongi is attacked from behind by strong arms.
“Hi, Park Jimin. We’ve heard so much about you! I’m so happy you’re here!” a higher pitched voice than the rest says while squeezing him tighter. The raven-haired is brought back to reality, only to try to struggle his way out of the hold.
“Now, now Jimin. Give the commoner some space! He only just got here, we have plenty of time to get to know him,” a broad shouldered man says, giving Jimin a firm look.
“Yes, Seokjin…,” Jimin says in a quiet voice while releasing the small male.
I’m in literal hell.
The man who became his saving grace from Jimin’s unforgiving hold, stands in front of him with a grin plastered on his perfect face, ”Kim Seokjin, caretaker of these idiots,”.
Seokjin’s comment had led to an uproar among the rest of the people in the room. Yoongi is baffled by the sheer stupidity these rich, young bachelors possess.
I have to get the fuck out of here .
The screams from Taehyung, and the laughs from Hoseok only seem to drive Yoongi to back away from the oblivious Host members.
“Okay, nice seeing you but I have to study,” he says, while backing away from the spontaneous arm wrestling match between a dark haired boy-- he didn’t get the name of-- and Jimin to figure out who would claim the title of ‘Biggest Idiot’.
They are all idiots.
Yoongi takes two steps backwards only to hit a hard surface and hear a collective gasp, followed by a distinct sound of glass breaking.
Silence.
Silence is the one thing that Yoongi fears most being in a room of complete psychos. His fears are well placed.
Yoongi turns around, his face pales at the sight of broken glass scattered across the ground.
“I am so sorry, I will pay you back. I swear,” Yoongi quickly answers. He yet again turns around the face the Host Club, only to see Namjoon writing in his notebook and the others blankly staring at him. All of a sudden Namjoon stops writing, closes his notebook, and lifts his gaze onto Yoongi. A smug smile captures his lips in a condescending fashion, dimples no longer friendly.
“Looks like the Commoner owes the Host Club ₩ 8,000,000,” Namjoon states proudly, “And if I am not mistaken, there is no way you can pay us back. At least not with regular means…,” he trails off.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi asks.
It almost sounds like he is making an offer.
“What he means is that from now on, you, Min Yoongi, will work for the Bangtan Host Club to pay off your debt!” Taehyung finishes with a laugh, spinning around in a child-like manner. Yoongi stops for a couple of seconds, truly baffled with what he has experienced in such a short amount of time, before answering, “Excuse me? You can’t just make a decision like that on your own!” Yoongi yells, exasperated from the president of this ridiculous club.
“Well, it's that or work your entire life to pay off the vase you broke. I’m sure you're smart enough to figure out that this is a much better deal,” Namjoon replies,” And don’t even think about leaving the country, I’m also sure you're smart enough to know that there is no escape,”. Namjoon gives a cold chuckle, really adding to Yoongi’s despair at the moment.
God, this guy has just landed a spot right next to Taehyung on my hit list.
“So, it seems like it’s settled! Let’s get the commoner some real clothes!” Taehyung shouts. All the members, except Namjoon, scramble to find something for the newest member to wear.
“Now!” Taehyung spins to face a flabbergasted Yoongi, “You look a bit ragged…” Taehyung starts to circle around the pale student, finger raised to his chin-- contemplating. Yoongi stands up straight, and glares at Taehyung. He is not an object to be viewed!
“Could you quit it, I’d rather you not evaluate me for some part of your evil plan!” Yoongi says, crossing his arms.
“Oh, come on Kitten, I was just figuring out what we could do to make you stand out,”.
“Well, you’re done looking. I don’t need to stand out. I like how I look, thank you,”.
“Trust me, everyone likes how you look Kitten,”. At Taehyung’s statement, Yoongi blushes.
“Say that one more time, I dare you,” Yoongi tries to give the best glare he has, but it ends up losing its potency due to his red cheeks. At this, Taehyung brushes him off and just gives a hearty laugh. To Yoongi’s relief, the unnamed boy comes back with a variety of clothes.
“Thank you Kookie!” Taehyung says with delight, going up to hug the tall boy. ‘Kookie’ just grunts and dodges Taehyung’s grasp. He makes eye contact with Yoongi, and stops. Taehyung notices this at once, and introduces them.
“Yoongi, this is Jeon Jeongguk, but we all call him Kookie!” Taehyung pats Jeongguk hard on the back during the brief introduction.
“Hi, Jeongguk,” Yoongi says while holding his hand out. The shy boy opts out of saying anything and instead takes Yoongi’s in a brief shake, before handing the clothes to Taehyung and walking away briskly.
That was kinda weird.
“Don’t take it personally, Kookie just takes awhile to get used to new people,”.
“Then why is he in a Host Club?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung just stares at him blankly before furrowing his eyebrows.
“That is a great question,” Taehyung mutters, scratching his head in obvious confusion.
They’re all idiots.
Yoongi peers across the room to see Seokjin feeding Jimin cake. In a slipt second however, Seokjin accidentally spills the forkful of food onto the floor; only able to watch the scene unfold, Taehyung screams, ‘Five second rule!’ before diving to pick up the fallen pastry while the rest look on with mixed expressions of horror and amusement.
Every single one of them: idiots.