K-Pop & K-Hip-Hop/R&B Imagines (AMBW)

Kevin (The Boyz)

You're a Foreign Exchange Student

     "But...I don't want to move, " I whine to my parents. "Sweetie, it's for your dad's new job. We are a family if one goes, we all go, " My mom placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and walked out of my room. I scream in frustration into my pillow, punching the bed in the process. "This is so stupid, " I say, laying on my bed.

   We are now at the airport waiting to be called and I see Asian people all around me. Some of the guys are cute and the little kids are running around playing. There was a specific area where a group of boys sat with masks covering their faces. I stared a little bit but I look away when one made eye contact with me. My face starts to heat up, then the flight person at the desk calls for us. They have to force some girls away from the group of boys. "I wonder who they are, " My mom whispered. I look at her and smile following them onto the runway.

We finally make it onto the plane and I look for a seat. "A3..., " I mumble. The same guy that made eye contact with me was in the same seat as me. "Hello..., " I murmur and put my carryon in the cubby. "Hi, " I hear him say and I widen my eyes sitting next to him. As the plane starts to take off, someone behind him taps him and they start speaking in what I believe is Korean. All I could make out was "she's pretty and she smells good" I giggle at that comment but he looks at me as I put my earphones in.

   We are a few hours in and I'm watching a k-drama. It helps with learning the language. I laugh at the screen in front of me, but I tuck my face into my hoodie. I feel someone tap my arm and I turn to look at the boy. Still smiling for the show, I take out an earphone waiting for him to speak. "I'm Kevin, " I giggle at his suddenness. "I'm (Y/N), " "What are you watching, " "Oh, ummm. He Is Psychometric, you know the one Park Jin-Young is in...from Got7," I explain. "Ahh. Is it good, " "Yes, so far it is, " I lean my head against the chair, looking at him. He's really cute. "Thank you, " He says. "Huh, " "You called me cute, so I said thank you, " "Oh, gosh, " I cover my face with my hoodie sleeves. "You're so cute, " He mumbled. I feel my face get hotter. "Stop, " I whine. "Wanna hang out sometime, " He asked me. Peeking through my sleeves, I nod my head slowly. "Can I have your number, " I give him my phone and he gives me his. We exchange numbers and talk for the rest of the flight as he teaches me basic Korean and binge watch movies.

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