How To Love? (Yoonseok)

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* Yoongi's POV *

I woke up to the annoying tone of my alarm. I lazily extended my arm out to the desk next to my  bed, I patted around with my hand trying to look for my phone. Once I found the device I set it in front of my face and swiped to turn it off.

I couldn't help but feel happy that it was finally Friday, but annoyed that I still had hours of hell left ahead of me.

As I was brushing my teeth my mind suddenly wandered to the adorable brunette man I saw jumping in the puddles yesterday.

I shook my head not knowing why I thought of that idiot.

"Aish" I whispered yell before drying my mouth off with a towel.

I walked out of my small room and into the kitchen/living room. The apartment isn't big so once you step out of my room you are immediately inside the kitchen and the living room. My place is a mess, there's clothes on the couch, trash on the floor, the paint is already chipping and I don't have enough money to pay for it to be redone.

I stood there for awhile thinking about how pathetic my life really is, no family, no love life, barley any friends. I wondered how I got here, how did someone with big dreams become someone with no dreams, no hope, no trust, someone with nothing.

I looked down and let out a deep sigh, my life won't change, I've acknowledged that.

I decide to skip breakfast and grab my black sweater from the rack and walked out of the apartment. I didn't bother to lock it behind me knowing that if someone ever tried to rob me, there wouldn't be much to take.

I put my earphones in and the song 'supermarket flowers' by Ed suddenly played. It instantly made me emotional, reminding me of my mother that passed away.

I yanked the earphones out giving up on music for today. The school isn't far anyways.

Soon enough first hour began. We were just about to start taking notes when I realized I didn't have a pencil. Yes, I know, the bad boy cares about notes, I do. I may seem like 'I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck' but in reality, I give many shits and many fucks.

I bit my lip nervously knowing that the only thing to do was to ask the clumsy dork for a pencil.

I turned to face him and saw how concentrated he was, the way he squint his eyes to try to see the notes better, how he slightly stuck his tongue out without realizing it, how he frantically wrote down every word the teacher was saying. He looked...breath taking.

Hoseok turned to face me and I snapped back into reality.

He gave me a bright smile and said

"Hello Yoongi! How's your day going?" Idiot. Can't you see we're in class right now. I gave him a weird look and ignored his question

"I need a pencil." I replied with no facial expressions. He looked a little taken back before his smile returned

"Oh! Sure! Hold on" He started to rummage through his backpack until he sat back up straight and handed me a pencil. Oh but not any pencil ladies and gentlemen. A fucking glittery pencil with horse stickers on it.

"What. The. Fuck. Is that shit! People make these?! Wait. People buy these? Wait no. You bought this?!"

I questioned his sanity while he looked around scared out of his mind trying to shush me

"Is there a problem boys?" Mr. Nam turned to look at us and gave us a stern look.

"Yes, Hoseok has a damn unicorn lookin ass pencil and is trying to hand it to me, I refuse, I truly refuse so Mr. Nam do you have a pencil I can use?" I looked back at the teacher almost praying he won't make me use the ugly pencil Hoseok is trying to hand me.

"I'm sorry Mr. Min but no, I do not, you have to use the one Mr. Jung is trying to offer you unless you want to get both of you in detention. You wouldn't want to do that to your friend, now would you?" The teacher gave me a questionable look.

I turned to face Hoseok and saw that he was on his knees giving me a praying gesture and saying

"Please Yoongi no, please just take this pencil, I'm sorry, It's the only one I have, please, I can't go to detention, I've never been there" He pleaded. Something in side me instantly clicked, I wanted to see Hoseok in the palm of my hands. I wanted to see him beg me for something entirely different.

I smirked before I turned to the teacher.

"Actually Mr. Nam. I would like to put me and my 'friend' in detention. I won't accept that ugly ass pencil" I sent a smirk to Hoseok and saw how wide his eyes got and how his mouth hung open.

I gave him a quick wink before saying

"Sorry clumsy, guess your clean streak is ruined"

Class ended with me not being able to take any notes due to the lack of pencil. I could always just ask Jungkook for the notes since he has the same teacher but a different hour. That kid somehow managed to skip a few grades, along with Hoseok I'm assuming because they are both younger than me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a pair of shoes come into my view, I looked up at the owner of those shoes and saw my clumsy standing right in front of me, angry.

"You. You! Why?! It was just a pencil! Why couldn't you just use it! Now I have to tell my mom that I'm going home late because of detention. Detention Yoongi!" He was swinging his arms around all over the place drawing some unwanted attention. The class was emptying out leaving only a few students that are now looking at us wondering if we are sane or not.

"Sorry but not sorry" I said as I slowly got up. I loved the affect I had on him not knowing why. I smiled mischievously before getting close to his ear and whispering

"You look hot when you're angry. See you in detention babe"

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XD Oh snap yoong's. Getting risky now are ya?