Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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I pressed my lips into a thin line staring at Yoongi at across the halls. "Hey Y/N, what you looking at?" Jimin greeted me patting your back.

"Nothing, lets go" I smiled slightly, grabbing his hand and heading the opposite direction.

.  .  .  .  .  .

Even since Yoongi was assigned to showing the so called 'new student' around, I was alone. He wouldn't reply to my texts, he would just leave me on seen.

Or he would ditch me for her

Ever since she came he was a complete jerk.

I slammed my locker closed thinking about it. I looked towards him talking to the girl student, his gummy smile bright.

I bit my lip, unknowingly walking up to them.

"Hey Yoongi" I smiled, catching their attention. "Oh hey Y/N" his smile dropped and his hand fidgeted. "Aren't you going to the cafeteria with us?" I motioned back to the boys who were standing next to my locker. "Sorry, im taking the new student" he frowned, his eyes wandering.

"Well better get going now" I tightened my grip that was latching onto my arm. "Yea"

As I walked away I sped up my speed, my mind wandering. "Who was that Yoongz?"

"Ah, no one Singyungie"

.  .  .  .  .

I laughed bitterly as I sat in front of my food. "What's with those nicknames?"
You clearly remember him not liking those nicknames you gave him, but now he suddenly likes it.

I threw back my arm and jolted it forward stabbing the meat rolls in front of me. "W-what's wrong Y/N?" Jin asked, his mouth continuously opening into little O's of all different sizes.

"Sorry nothing" I sheepishly smiled, shaking my thoughts away. 'I have friends like them, I don't need him around me 24/7'