Little Flower

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"I am the woman that you've been waiting for" ~ For You [LeeHi, Crush]

The siblings look up at the school with curious eyes, the elder nodding his head in satisfaction at the grand building. His sister's fingers were curled tightly around his thumb, a nervous frown dipping the corner of her lips.

She always did that when she was anxious; reaching for her brother's finger and pressing into his side. The habit she created when she was little never left.

"You'll be alright, Rosie," the boy speaks softly, his voice low in range. 

"But Taehyung," she says timidly, turning to view her brother with a small pout on her lips. "Do you have to go?"

Taehyung sighs and places a hand on top of her head before bending down to her height, smiling encouragingly.

"I have college, little flower," he says, the childhood nickname causing her to smile. "I should have enough time to pick you up after my class."

Rosie hums in acknowledgement and falls forward to rest her head on his chest, her arms wrapping around the tall male to hold on for a little longer. Taehyung knew this, of course, but wrapped his arms even tighter around her all the same.

"Alright, in you go," he laughs softly, pulling back and turning his sister with his hands on her shoulders.

Rosie stares up at the school for a few seconds before carrying forward, only looking back once—to which Taehyung nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

As soon as she entered the doors to the high school, she wanted to run. Maybe Taehyung was still in the parking lot...

She bites down on her lip and carries herself through the hallway, the curious eyes of the students making her heart race in her chest. She snaps her head down and quickens her pace, ignoring their gazes as she neared the office.

"Excuse me, ma'am," she says quietly, bowing before looking at the office lady with a shy smile. "Can you help me, please?"

"Of course, honey," the lady laughs, her mouth splitting open into a wide smile.

Mrs. Peacock was an older lady whose personality was just like her makeup—loud and wild. She was often shushed by staff members for her laugh and carefree attitude, but she didn't care. That's one of the reasons she was so popular amongst the students.

"I'm new," Rosie says, although it came out more like a whisper.

"I figured," Mrs. Peacock smiles at the shy girl. "Let me gather your stuff."

Rosie nods and watches the woman with blue eyeshadow stand up and grab a variety of papers.

"Where is it, where is it... AH!" Mrs. Peacock exclaims, grabbing the final sheet. "Here is your schedule and locker information, as well as paperwork that needs to be filled out by your parents."

Rosie winces and nods again, grabbing the papers and bowing as she thanked the woman for her help.

"And don't be afraid to tell me if someone is mean to you!" the loud lady calls after her. "I'll put them in detention faster than I apply my lashes. And I'm a woman of my lashes!"

Rosie looks over her shoulder and giggles as she walks out the door, and then suddenly she crashed into something, causing her eyes to squeeze shut as she expected to meet the floor.

But before she did, a ravenette's arms wrapped around her.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the clumsy girl, his arms secured around her waist as he peers down at her curiously. Her fingers were curled into the front of his shirt and her eyes hesitantly peeled open to blink up at him, his head cocking to the side as he stared into her doe eyes.

"O-oh," she stutters, her cheeks warming under his gaze. "I'm so sorry."

She made a move to back up but Jungkook frowned, tightening his grip. He wanted to see her, and now that he had, he didn't want to look away.

He was almost positive this was his new neighbor, what with her being a new student and how in the back of his head, he remembered—no, knew the curve of her plump lips and cute nose.

His eyes scanned down to her outfit: a skirt topped with an oversized crewneck, and white, frilly socks on her feet. An innocent and cute look that he had never seen around here before.

"Wow," he smirks, eyes flickering back into those of the flustered girl.

"Please," she whispers, a hint of a whine in her voice. "I have to go to my locker."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow and releases his hold on her, becoming aware of the seemingly hundreds of eyes reigned in on them, and the faint whispering of the crowd. He didn't mind as he was used to it anyway. The small brunette, however, was not.

Rosie smiles shyly at him before ducking her head down and trying her best to ignore the crowd as she makes her way to her locker. She could still feel her cheeks burning and she pressed her hands against them in hopes of cooling them down.

Jungkook was handsome, with his sharp jawline and strong features. But what Rosie had really noticed was the mole under his bottom lip, a small yet amazing feature of his.

Rosie shakes her head as she tries to focus on opening her locker, swinging her backpack down her shoulders and placing her lunch inside. She had no books yet, so she tucked the papers Mrs. Peacock gave her into her backpack—with the exception of her schedule.

"History with Ms. Moon," she mumbles, trying to follow the numbers to her room.

It seemed like Rosie was the newest attraction as nineteen heads snapped in her direction as she entered the classroom. Flustered, she grips the ends of her skirt and heads towards a seat next to a honey-haired boy. It was obvious that it was dyed, but it made him look exquisite alongside his plump lips and dark lashes.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting next to me?" the boy smirks, eyes still set on the doodling he was doing in his notebook.

"Oh," Rosie frowns. "I'm sorry, I can lea-"

"I was kidding, babe," the boy's eyes flicker with amusement as he looks up.

His eyebrows rose and his lips puckered to let out a blow of air, eyeing the beauty sitting next to him.

"I'm Jimin," he smiles, offering his hand.

"Rosie," she matches his smile, placing her hand in his.

"Ms. Kim, please come to the front and introduce yourself," Ms. Moon sighs, pushing her fallen glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

Jimin grins and rests his chin on his fist as he watches her hesitantly walk up to the front. She was so damn cute, and it made him wonder if Boss had seen her yet.

"Hello," she smiles nervously, holding the back of her skirt down as she bowed. "My name is Kim Rosabella."

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Hi!! Kind of a rocky beginning, but please give it a try! Thank you again for reading :)