BTS One Shot Collection (Request Closed)

Yoongi - Losing My Cool

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I'm sorry it took forever and I just updated the requests now. I'm sorry if it's not that good either cause I'm having a fever actually while I wrote this down but I don't want to prolong this any longer. I'll work on the next requests tomorrow I hope my readers forgive me for this >.< I hate to have such a sickly body, but I'm doing my best... I hope you'd understand.

Take care of your health everyone. it's not enjoyable to be sick >.<

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Jung  Yumi’s POV

My alarm rung into my ears and I smashed it with my palms, sending it somewhere I’m not aware of as my eyes never opened from their sleep.

“Noisy alarm clock.” I mumbled as I pull up my covers over my head, trying to sleep once again.

It didn’t take another minute for my door to burst open to reveal another noisy alarm, but was too hard to stop it no matter how much I hit it off.

“Rise and Shine Yumi ah!!!!!” My noisy brother sang as I hear his movement around my room. “If you don’t wake up I’ll mess with your things.” He warned but I ignored him, covering my head with a pillow as I try to find another comfortable position to sleep in. “Omo! Is this your diary?” he asked and I shot up, looking wide eyed at Hoseok who was holding out my math book. He laughed as he clutched onto his stomach. “I can’t believe you actually keep a diary.”

“Shut up, I don’t!” I said, standing up as I stomped towards him and hitting him on the arm, but he just continued to laugh.

“Aww. No need to be embarrassed with oppa~” he chuckled, pinching my cheeks. “Breakfast is ready. Don’t make me tardy again, pabo.” He smiled, ruffling my hair as he made his way out of my room.

I don’t keep a diary… but I do have a notebook that contains personal things. Not journals of my everyday life… only particular times when I have such a small, insignificant encounter with him.

Min Yoongi.

That guy… I don’t even know why I like him. He’s not at all the kingka type. Sure he has the looks, but not the one all girls would swoon at. He hardly smiles and always wears a bored face as he walks around the school. He’s not the smartest kid either. He basically doesn’t give a f*ck about anything, and I don’t know what, but I find it attractive. I find him attractive.

“JUNG YUMI!!!!!” I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my mother downstairs, practically screaming my name. “Don’t make me come up there and bring you here myself!”

“I’m coming!” I answered, scrambling to wear my slippers before stepping out of my room to eat breakfast and start my morning routine.

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“Well this is my stop. I’ll see you dismissal. Bye~~” Oppa messed up my hair before running off to his classroom. I shook my head, about to enter my own when I heard someone call out to me.

“Jung Yumi ssi. You dropped this.” Yoongi came up to me and I held out my palm with my mouth slightly hanging open. He dropped my pen into my open palms before entering the classroom door behind me. My cheeks started heating up but I had to slap myself out of it. The bell rang and I had to go inside the classroom. I tried to act cool, but deep inside I was so happy I wanted to jump.

It was the first time he called me by my name.

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