Journal. (Yoongi AU)

004.

The morning light seeps through my curtains just I'm all ready for school.

It's approximately seven fifteen and I still need to grab a coffee from Paradise café (it's my favorite place). Classes start in about forty-five minutes, and who knows how packed the coffee shop must be, (it does have some really nice coffee and pastries).

Before I leave, I check myself in the body-length mirror. I pull my casual-looking business jacket on over my blue tank top and slip on my flats. I fix my cuffed jeans that stop right above my ankles and then grab my bag and books. I stop to say good-bye to my mother who was already ready for work, drinking her own coffee in the kitchen.

Once I get outside, I step into my small, messy car and begin my drive to the café. It's just as packed as it usually is, but I still get my warm coffee in time for school.

I'm still early to my first period class and take a seat into my desk. The bell rings and more students pile into the classroom, Advanced English Literature and Composition. Pretty much all of my classes are advanced, and I have mostly As in each class. I work harder than I should which leads to my stressed stages, but I only want the best in my future.

The day went by much slower than I could handle and I'm the last to leave my final period, as always. I fling my bag over my shoulder and hug my books against my chest, then walk out to the front.

Yoongi

I feel like I've been waiting for what seems like an hour, but really it's only been about ten minutes since I arrived in front of this school.

I impatiently lean against my Harley Davidson motorcycle, careful not to scratch it. I checked my phone for the time at least fifty times throughout the last five minutes and tap my foot against the concrete impatiently.

"Hurry the fuck up," I mumble.

Just I check my phone one last time, it's finally three o' clock and the bell rings, indicating that many high school students are about to flood out the doors.

They do so the next second and there is no more silence; the atmosphere being overtaken by the many teenagers' voices. I swear, every single group of girls that have walked past me annoyingly giggled at me while winking. Almost all the guys who noticed me gave me dirty looks, too. Damn, high schoolers are annoying.

When my eyes feel like they've searched long enough for the only figure I want to see, my frustration disappears as my eyes are laid on the innocent-eyed girl. She looks so sophisticated for school like she was going to a job interview or something. I wonder if she always dresses like this.

She hugs her books tightly to her chest and her face concentrates on the ground every step she takes down the stairs. It doesn't seem like she's with anyone, which is what I was hoping for.

Some students shove past her and she gets slightly pushed to the side, having to regain her balance. She quickly apologizes to them as if it were her fault—which it clearly wasn't—and she looks back at the ground.

Why didn't she just tell them to back the fuck off or something? I sure as hell would. Damn, she seems so shy.

Right when she reaches the bottom of the steps, her eyes peek up and find me from the far distance. She suddenly stops and her widened eyes lock with mine for a second like she thought she was only seeing things. I alluringly smirk at her and she looks around and even tries to step back, confused, trying to get out of my view.

I get a few more looks from girls but ignore them, trying to keep track of Soo Ji. I leave the wall I was leaning on when I see her turn left and rush through the crowd, ducking her head back down. She receives a couple more shoves from the populous groups of teenagers, but doesn't acknowledge them and continues walking past them.