𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

myg : eleutheromania

summary: in which you sometimes have to gather your courage.

genre: fluff

word count: + 1.8k

eleutheromania (noun); the intense desire for freedom.

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"honestly, (y/n), you can at least smile at him, or he'll never notice you!", my friend (f/n) groaned out, rolling her eyes at my - at least to her - stupid behavior. "do you even know how weird it is if some random person is randomly smiling at you?", i replied, feeling more and more frustrated. whom we were talking about? my crush, the one and only min yoongi. speaking of the devil, said male just entered the classroom, looking all cool and such. i quickly looked down at my fingers, not wanting him to see my reddened cheeks. "come on (y/n), heads up and smile!", (f/n) nudged my arm. "okay, drastic measures. if you don't look up and smile, i'll tell him that you're crushing on him.", she said while smirking evilly.

immediately, my head shot up. "you won't do that!", i whisper-yelled. "then smile. it's not that difficult." sighing in defeat, i looked up and around the classroom. there he said, talking to (g/n) who was acting all clingy towards him, laughing at everything he said and literally sticking to his arm. i felt a weird feeling tingling inside of me and turned aorund to face (f/n). "see, they're as good as together." "(g/n) does that all the time, so no worries. you know how...disgusting she can be.", (f/n) tried to reassure me.

soon after, the bell rang and our teacher walked into the room, ready to begin his boring class in maths. oh, how i hated maths. yoongi walked past us, and (f/n) suddenly hit my side, causing me to let out a quiet yelp. yoongi turned around, raising an eyebrow. his dark eyes locked with mine, and he asked in that deep, perfect voice: "are you okay?" i bit my lip and nodded, before stuttering an "i-i'm f-fine.", mentally slapping myself for acting so stupid. yoongi just smiled and walked to his desk. "see, it's not that difficult to have a conversation.", (f/n) whispered while grinning, as i still tried to calm down. i just talked to min yoongi. oh my god.

after school ended, i grabbed my backpack and began to head home. my head was spinning from the difficult lesson a couple of minutes ago, plus i was hungry. "that's what you get for sleeping in and not bringing anything to eat with you.", i muttered to myself. all of a sudden, i heard an all too familiar voice calling my name. nervously, i turned around to see yoongi approaching me, hands buried in the pockets of his black pants. "y-yes?", i asked, feeling like i could faint anytime. as he finally reached me, he sighed and said: "are you sure you're alright? at first you're coming too late to school, and now you look so pale."

i was surprised that he actually noticed these little things, but as i didn't want to appear weak in front of my crush, i forced myself to smile and shake my head. "i'm fine, thank you." wow, i didn't even stutter. but suddenly, yoongi grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. "please don't lie to me. you're not alright. did you eat something today?", now he sounded more worried. i knew that i got caught, so i looked down in shame, nodding slowly. "i-i'm sorry.", i whispered and he raised an eyebrow. "that's nothing to be sorry for. now, let's get you something to eat.", yoongi commented, intertwined our fingers and pulled me with him. i stumbled behind before finally catching up to him, as he slowed down.

"uhm, why do you care for me?", i asked quietly, not daring to look at the older's face. he didn't answer, and as i finally looked up, i noticed him staring straight forward, making me wonder if he actually heard me. after some while, we reached the city's center and yoongi headed straight towards a smaller café, opened the door and told me to follow him. to me, it seemed like he was here fairly often. i saw yoongi heading towards one of the tables in the back of the café, and quickly followed behind. "you seem to come here fairly often.", i tried to start a conversation, and yoongi nodded. "i like this place. i barely meet people i know, so nobody can distract me."