pickup lines | min yoongi

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class was over and it was finally their break. students started to leave the class, leaving yoongi, jimin and hyejin alone.

jimin stood by the door as he watched yoongi pack his stuffs, "come on, hyung. what's taking you so long?"

"i'm coming." he muttered, slinging his bag around his arms as he took a glance at hyejin.

she was just sitting there, glaring at the table while her hands were clenched into tight fists.

yoongi heaved a sighed and placed a bottle of banana milk on her desk before leaving the class.

jimin stomped his way to yoongi with an angry look on his face, "i can't believe you, hyung."

yoongi rolled his eyes, "what?"

"why'd you do that?!" jimin slapped yoongi's face.

yoongi placed his hand on his stinging cheek and widened his eyes on jimin, "how dare you— did you actually just slapped me in the face?"

jimin crossed his arms and looked away, "you deserved it anyway."

"what did i even do?!" he pushed jimin by the shoulder while his other hand caressed his pained cheek.

"i gave that milk to you as a gift! and to say that i was supposed to give it to daesom! why did you have to give it to that psycho?" he frowned.

yoongi sighed, "one, you shouldn't have given that milk to me in the first place. two, you should've given it to your banana milk-obsessed girlfriend instead. and three, hyejin's not a psycho."

jimin stared at yoongi, "you don't like that girl, do you?"

the older boy frowned, "who? daesom?"

jimin scrunched up his nose, "hyejin, of course! you know i'd kill you if you really liked daesom."

"oh. i don't."

"are you sure?" jimin asked him slowly.

"a hundred percent. i mean, why would i like someone like her?" yoongi shrugged.

"i don't know man, why would you give her my milk if you don't like her?" jimin asked and licked his lips after.

"i do what i want to do. and it's actually my milk since you gave it to me." yoongi corrected him.

"oh, whatever."

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yoongi entered the bus alone and sat on his usual seat. jimin had already gone home since an hour ago as yoongi stayed back at school for the detention he'd gotten from one of his closest friends, seokjin.

he put on his earphones and was about to doze off when a girl walked inside the bus with heavy steps, catching his attention.

he watched as the girl hesitantly made his way to yoongi, avoiding eye contact.

"can— can i sit here? i mean, it d-doesn't matter if you say no but i'm asking just in case, you know. i know it's jimin's place but he's not here right now and there's no other available seats left since the bus' fully packed with people. so, can i, uhm, sit here?" hyejin pointed at the seat beside yoongi's, still avoiding eye contact.

"no." yoongi flat-out replied and looked away.

he could hear her sigh as she sat at her original seat, which was behind yoongi's.

"hey, yoongi?" she poked yoongi in the arm.

yoongi took off his earphones and turned around to look at her with an annoyed face, "what."

"about just now....." she trailed off and looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt.

"well, go on." he uttered impatiently.

"i suddenly snapped at you earlier. i'm sorry. i just wasn't in my best mood." hyejin mumbled.

"for your information, i wasn't exactly in my best mood either." yoongi rolled his eyes.

"but i— i'm sorry. please forgive me. i didn't mean to get angry at you." hyejin pouted.

yoongi sighed, "whatever."

"wait, so am i forgiven? i am right? thank you, yoongi! i always knew you were this kind!"

yoongi choked on his saliva, "kind?"

"yep." she beamed.

"you know what? please don't talk to me ever again."

hyejin frowned, "what? why?!"

"why not?"

"but you're my first friend i've ever made since i transferred to this school!" hyejin pouted.

yoongi scoffed, "i never said we were friends."

"meanie."

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a/n:

noah fence but i feel like im ditching bts for pd101 so should i start making pd101 fanfics whoop whoop