BTS Imagines

Suga ~ Red String

REQUESTED BY @Kpopcondition_

Ever since your life was saved by a miracle when you were just a little girl, you began to believe in superstitions, fortune tellers and everything that Yoongi had little to no faith in. Every single day he never fails to remind you how you're wasting your time over stupid things but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side even though he hated the things you do.

"Min Yoongi." The teacher urgently tapped her finger on his desk, "Do you want to sleep in the detention room?"

"No ma'am." Yoongi forced an answer from his mouth, rubbing his eyes harshly as he kept himself awake after a sleepless night.

"You do know that graduation is just a couple of weeks away." She said then turned to you who was still unbelievably passed out with your drool on your own arm. Yoongi nudged your arm, "You and Y/N here better get your heads straight. I'll see you two after this class."

Yoongi closed his eyes and rubbed the back of neck. Glancing at his childhood friend, you were still sound asleep. He wished he could tell the teacher the real reason why he's so damn sleepy during classes. You were the reason, you and your crazy superstitions. He could tell everybody but he'd rather not be called crazy.

"Yoongi, wait for me!" You ran out of the classroom, your dutch braids lightly bouncing on your shoulders. You linked your arms with his and grinned at him, "I found another one. His school is not that far."

Yoongi took his arm off your hold, making your smile fade, "I'm not going. You can go by yourself."

You gave him a pout. Yoongi almost died, his heart barely holding on as he looked at your cute face, "What if something happens to me? What if I get into an accident and I have nobody with me to recognize my awfully distorted body? Or what if I get raped? Or get kidnapped and sold in the black market? Or-"

"I don't care." Yoongi lied, the words slipping easily from his mouth even when he didn't mean it. "You're old enough to know what you're doing. You don't need to me to tell you what to do and you have other friends. Go ask them."

"Ah, Yoongi!" You stomped your feet and grabbed onto his arm again. "I swear this is the last time. He's really the one! The palm reader described him! It's really this one. I'm sure of it."

Yoongi sighed deeply at the girl who got herself tightly latched onto his arm, "You know I have better things to do than-"

"You don't have a girlfriend so you don't have to go on dates and you don't do your homework." You cut him off, "You have nothing to do. You just lie down on your bed and watch porn on your laptop on weekends-"

"Hey!" He covered your mouth up with his hand, his eyes wide looking around, checking if other students heard what just came out of your mouth. "I know what you're doing, Y/N.. Every guy watches porn. Don't just point your finger at me. And I will have a girlfriend."

You pushed him off you and freed your lips from his hand, "Who? That girl, Gong Mi?"

"She likes me." Yoongi flashed you a smirk, "You could've had a boyfriend by now if you weren't so crazy about this astrology zodiac crap. You're just pushing all the guys away with your crazy shit."

You puffed your cheeks in defeat, "Well, you're still here." You look up at his face, getting mad again at his lack of reaction.