1. The popular geek.
Fingers glide over the pink fabric of a fuzzy sweater, trying to smooth out the unwanted wrinkles. Wiggling the brown leather belt a bit more up Y/N gave herself a last look in the mirror to see if anything was out of place. Y/N didn’t care much for her appearance, but she did care if she would be walking around school with a huge stain on her jeans or sweater. She wasn’t ready for that kind of humiliation.
“Kids, breakfast!” Her mother yelled from downstairs.
“Coming!” Y/N yelled back. Turning away from the mirror she grabbed her black backpack and her red high top converse and began to run down the stairs.
“No running down the stairs!” Her mother warned, but by the time she said that Y/N was already downstairs, practically launching herself into the kitchen with a big smile.
“Good morning!” She chirped. Her mother who was behind the stove turned around to give her an equally bright smile “morning dear, have you seen your brother on your way down?” By the mentioning of her brother Y/N grimaced “Mom, it’s morning please don’t ruin it.” Y/N’s mother let out a deep sigh as she went back to her frying pan.
Taking a seat at the dining table Y/N furrowed as she missed a second person at the table who was usually nose deep in the morning newspaper.
“Mom, where’s dad?” Her mother gulped at the question, preparing herself for the storm that was about to come. “He left early this morning.”
“He-He what? He can’t do that!” Y/N yelled “He was my ride to school? How else am I going to school?” Turning off the fire Y/N’s mother brought the frying pan over to Y/N, sliding the bacon on her plate before taken a few steps back.
“Well, you’re brother offered to take you.” And here comes the storm.
“Excuse me? He is going to take me?”
“You aren’t the only one who’s unhappy about this.” Speaking of the devil. Entering the kitchen in all leather came in Y/N’s brother. “Then why did you agree?” Y/N asked her voice laced with venom. “Because dad pays me hella cash for driving a twerp like you.”
Before Y/N could jam her fork inside of her brother their mother stepped in “enough! It’s morning. Now Hoseok, sit down and have breakfast with us.” Hoseok shook his head as he reached out for an apple out of the fruit bowl that was placed in the middle of the table. As he took the apple he “accidentally” hit Y/N across the head.
Glaring at him Hoseok simply shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry mom, the teacher asked me if I could come to school early.”