BTS Imagines

Rap Monster --- I Hate Everything About You Pt. 1

"Stupid teachers and stupid math." I muttered as I stomped my way into the library. Since I was on my way to failing my stupid math class, I had to get tutoring. In addition to that, it was from the most arrogant and inconsiderate person in the entire school. Kim Namjoon. That fucker hated me for some reason, so I began to hate him too. You do not just dump your lunch on (Y/n) (L/n) without expecting to get your ass handed to you. I was avoided in this god forsaken school for a reason.

My eyes scanned over the library, looking for that annoyingly familiar face. I sighed once I saw it. Namjoon was sitting at a table in the corner, writing in a notebook with some headphones in. I walked over, my hips swaying slightly with sass. I slammed my binder down on the table, startling Namjoon.

"Sup asshole." He shook his head at my language, and took out his headphones. "You know, you really shouldn't say that to your tutor. I hold your math grade in my hands. Also, a lady shouldn't use that language." I rolled my eyes, pulling out one of the uncomfortable chairs and sitting down. "Whatever, lets just get this over with."

Namjoon sighed again, opening up a different textbook. "So what don't you understand?" I ran a hand through my silky hair. "Everything." Yet another sigh came from him, and I wanted to slap him. "Would you stop sighing? It's getting annoying!" I yelled. I heard a librarian harshly shush us, and I muttered a sorry in her direction.

"I'm sorry, you're just so hopeless it frustrates me." Namjoon said in that smug voice I hate so much. I gritted my teeth and restrained myself from tackling him. "Listen here Mr. I'm The Best, you have to tutor me, not criticize me. Besides, one bad word from me to a teacher, could cost you your scholarship." Yeah, I actually had that power. He had to have a certain amount of time of community service or something like that. Namjoon frowned at me. "Fine then. Let's get started."

Our lesson began then, and dragged on slowly and painfully. I hated every second of it. For some stupid reason, I kept staring at him while he tried to explain a math problem. Probably because his face is just so ugly it just distracts me. I can't be attracted to him. Hell no! Not this idiot! I hate everything about this guy! From his personality to his good looks! Wait. Good looks? Where the hell did that come from? I gently slapped myself on the cheek to snap myself out of it. "Alright. We're done. Go home (Y/n)."

I jumped at his voice. "Oh, okay." I picked up my bag and binder and began to head out. "Wait!" I froze and turned my head towards him. "Wh-What?" I cursed myself for stuttering. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry." I tilted my head. "About being harsh earlier. I'm just kind of stressed. It wasn't right of me to take it out on you." My face flushed slightly at his genuine apology. "You're fine! I'm sorry  for being rude earlier as well. I just- I don't know. There wasn't really a reason for me to be rude." He tilted his head. "Well, see you Thursday." I nodded and continued my trek out of the library.

What the hell is wrong with me?