Wifi | Min Yoongi x Reader

36. Unpredictable

"Date him already you idiot!"

"Y/N. Calm down. We've been to one date"

"And you said you had a good time! Miso I swear, I need you two together"

"Yeah, okay kid, just cos you're in a stable happy relationship" she gagged upon saying this "Doesn't mean you're a love expert"

"There's something you're not telling me. What is it? If you ask me, he's a real catch"

"Can I continue grading my tests please" she turned her head back down to the papers in front of her with pursed lips

"Since when do you give a shit about your students"

"Hey! I love my students. Except the one's who don't wanna listen to kpop. They get negative points"

"I need to go to the bathroom. When I come back, I expect an answer from you!"

You said that a bit too loudly, making some teachers look back at you with very judgemental looks.

I mean fuck you're a teacher yet it feels like you're a student in the hell of highschool all over again.

Just as the abandoned bathroom seemed vacant, (it was still the student bathroom. of course they didn't fix the teachers bathroom yet) you noticed a backpack on the ground.

"Okay, who's it now?" you sort of instinctively reacted, knocking on the door where the backpack lay.

"Professor Y/N?"

It was with a heavy sigh that you recognized her voice.

"Taeha"

"I'm sorry" she opened the bathroom door, and at least this time you caught her just by the toiled with tears, no vomit.

"Seriously, why am I always bumping into you in the worst times?"

"I'm a fucking mess, that's why"

And it was happening all over again, she was crying, you were holding her and trying to calm her down. Your hands went over her backpack, and there they were, the little packets of drugs hidden between makeup in her little bag.

"Why are you doing this Taeha?"

"I don't know!" she cried out "I don't know why I'm doing this! I'm afraid. I'm afraid of my own self"

"Taeha"

"As time goes by, I'm just feeling more and more lonely" she started thinking aloud, pulling herself away from you so she could sit on the opposite corner, her eyes glued to one distant spot "My own depression killed me"

And that was when you knew, her whole story was much more complicated than you bargained for when you first tried helping her.

"Everyone thinks I'm a bitch, you know?"

"I'm sure they don't think that" you spoke softly

"Oh they do! Everyone hates me. If I'm acting cold, I'm a bitch. If I'm crying, I'm a bitch. I never do anything right. You probably think I'm a whiny brat who can't handle life. Who am I to say you're not right"

"I would never think that, you are not-"

"I'm the shame of my family. You know, they want to send me to Japan. I have an aunt in Japan. They said they just can't handle me anymore. My own parents, can't live with me. I've ruined my grades. I won't be able to go to university, I won't get a job"

She started breathing heavily, tears forming in her red eyes again.

"I'm so fucking pathetic. I thought, if I befriend the worst kid's in school, I'll forget about my life. I thought, since no one wants to love me, I'll pretend that he does. That friend, that I smuggled drugs for when you first met me? His dad owns some night-clubs. He's the person you wanna be seen with. And, I just thought, stupid fucking me, if I join their group, my life can be good. I'm fifteen but I feel fifty, life isn't supposed to be this complicated"