My Divine being🌹

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Yoongi POV:

Huh... what a pitiable b!tch. Yoongi scoffed internally, barely sparing Minha a glance as she glared at him, her expression a mixture of rage and sorrow. She’d hurled words at him, warned him of curses and karma—things he’d long since stopped believing in. For him, people existed only to serve his needs, nothing more.

Yoongi: “You think that’s gonna work on me?” His voice dripped with mocking disbelief.

Minha: “Maybe not now, but soon, karma will hit you, Yoongi. You’ll be left helpless. You’ll be begging for forgiveness, but it will be too late.”

A sharp laugh escaped him, devoid of humor.

Yoongi: “I’ve never begged for anyone. Not for a single woman I’ve been with. They’re the ones who’ve been on their knees, not me. Do you honestly think someone like me—a guy who hasn’t even said sorry to his own parents—would end up that helpless?”

Minha: “Don’t spit words you’ll regret.” Her tone was both a threat and a plea, but Yoongi was beyond listening.

With a sneer, he shoved her back, hard enough that she stumbled, falling to her knees as a smear of blood formed on her leg. Her eyes flashed with something dark and  as she held his gaze.

Minha: “Regret will shadow every step you take, Min Yoongi.” Her words were barely more than a whisper, but they carried a haunting weight, lingering in the air like a curse.

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Yoongi lounged in his seat, irritated and restless, as the teacher droned on. He cast a sidelong glance at Hoseok, who was jotting down notes diligently, as usual. The teacher’s gaze, however, was fixed firmly on Yoongi, something that only deepened his irritation.

Yoongi: Why is she so annoying? he muttered under his breath to Hoseok.

Hoseok: “Maybe she’s blessing herself by watching a ‘star’ at work,” Hoseok shot back, his voice carrying a mix of sarcasm and concern. Yoongi knew his friend disapproved of his careless behavior. Hoseok had tried to talk him out of his habits countless times, his words always edged with worry and frustration.

Yoongi: “Why do you always sound like you’re jealous, huh? Maybe you secretly like me,” he teased, smirking.

Hoseok: “Cut the crap, hyung. You know exactly what I’m talking about, and it’s not—”

Yoongi: “Fine, fine, I get it. You’re just worried. I’ll pay attention.” But before Hoseok could press the point, the teacher interrupted.

Teacher: “Yoongi, it seems your focus is elsewhere,” she remarked, her gaze pointed. “Maybe you think there’s nothing worthwhile here?”

Yoongi: “Exactly,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “The only thing worth looking at is the board, where all the information is.”

The teacher’s eyes narrowed at his defiance, and she finally spoke, annoyance flickering across her face. “I want to see you in my office after class, Yoongi.”

He rolled his eyes. Great. As the bell rang, he got up reluctantly and headed to the teacher’s office, irritation simmering in his expression.

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Teacher's Office

Yoongi: “You called me.” He leaned against the door frame, his posture casual yet defiant, eyes flicking over the teacher with disdain.

Teacher: “That’s not the way to speak to me, Mr. Min,” she said, her voice suddenly soft and unsettling. There was an odd light in her eyes as she stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest, her touch both commanding and strangely desperate.