Toy | bts x reader

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- your pov -

The one and only Min Yoongi.

"Missed me, baby?" He chuckles, leaning back into his chair and resting his hands behind his head.

I roll my eyes and move my stuff away from him.

"Yah yah yah, wait. I'm sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have said that," he says, placing his hand on mine.

His words feel like mockery. Standing up, I pick up my stuff and start to leave the row.

"Wait!" He whisper-shouts. I don't turn to face him, but I look at the rows further up.

"I'm sorry Y/N, okay? I hate admitting it-"

I trail off of Yoongi's words as I set my eyes on someone I haven't seen in a while. Or even thought of for that matter...

Just kidding. I'm always reminded of him whenever I see my phone, especially my phone case.

He's quite far away so I squint to see him better.

Wait what?

There are lots of girls surrounding him touching him all over.

His hair, face, arms and what I hope are just his legs.

"Hey! Y/N-ssi! Are you even listening to me?" Yoongi says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"O-oh. Mianhae, mianhae," I say, eyes still set on Park Jimin.

"Ugh, why do I even bother," he sulks.

Great. Now I feel bad.

I place my hand on his shoulder to get his attention, but he sits there with his eyes focused on the teacher.

"I'm sorry for not paying attention to you," I say, but he doesn't react at all.

"I was being rude and I have no excuses," I say, with my hand still on his shoulder.

I put my equipment down and move closer to him, hoping that he would forgive me.

I examine his face and he is still as stone.

Hmph. Why should I be apologising anyway? He's the one that harassed me that time.

As I'm about to turn away, he grabs my arm once again and smiles.

"Does this mean we're friends now?" He chimes quietly.

"Sure," I say and he turns to face the front, putting his focus back onto the teacher.

I smile and try to focus on the teacher, but I can't help but remember Jimin sitting up behind me. He looked like he was enjoying his time. I guess he's forgotten about me already.

I sigh and start writing notes up until the bell for second period rings.

I put everything into folders and carry them to my locker, still contemplating about Jimin.

I reach for my pocket to find my locker code but it's nowhere to be found.

"Godammit... where's that code gone?" I whisper to myself, checking each and every pocket.

"Looking for this?" Yoongi says, shaking the piece of paper held between his thumb and index finger.

"Oh, yeah, thanks! How'd you get that?" I ask, but as I move my arm to grab it, he suddenly pulls it back.