Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 1 - First Impressions

So, I realize I have stories on hiatus, but I don't know where I want to take those anymore. As such, I'm writing this one, which is completely from my mind. It takes less time to write and gives me a little more freedom. I will update this one regularly and a set schedule will eventually be set.
Just some quick basics:
Bolded speech = Author speaking
(Y/N) = Your first name
(H/C) = Hair color
(E/C) = Eye color
POV = Point of view
And, I think that's it. Enjoy!

Your POV

I sucked on coffee candies as I drove to school. I had to try hard to focus on everything with my lack of sleep, but I somehow made it to college without crashing. I parked my bike and locked the pass on the mirror. I got off the bike then grabbed my bag from underneath the second seat. I grabbed my thermos from the cupholder and sipped my coffee. It was awfully bitter since I didn't add enough coffeemate cream in my haste to leave the house. I even forgot my bike helmet on the counter. I sighed, asking myself why I chose morning classes.

I slipped on my headphones and jammed out to some (fav artist). I walked quickly to my class so I wouldn't be late, but also was resolved to the fact that I would most definitely be late. I heard the bell ring as I finally entered the building. I exhaled sharply and finished my coffee. I tucked the thermos onto the side of my backpack as I walked. Then I went to the bathroom, because fuck it. I was already late. When I got to the class, I was 10 minutes late.

"How nice of you to join us, Ms. Jeon," my professor snarled. She was so loud that I could hear her through my headphones. She was such a bitch, honestly. Most college professors didn't care if you were late. She was the only one who did, even if it was only 2 seconds.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bitch," I replied, too tired to give a fuck. "Did you collect the fucking homework while I was out?"

She was fuming, so she didn't respond. I saw the papers on her desk and assumed she did. I dropped my heavy ass backpack on her desk and pulled out the homework. I put it on the pile before walking away to my seat. Lucky for me, it was in the far back. I walked past people, one of which who absolutely reeked of sex. I can't say how I knew, especially because I had never had sex, but it just smelled as one would expect sex to smell like. I glanced at him. I swore I knew him, but I just couldn't put a name to the face. He had a girl playing with his collar as he gazed forward lazily, meeting my eyes for a brief moment.

He smirked at me, so I looked back towards my seat. When I finally reached it, I sat down and looked at the board. I whipped out my computer and quickly typed up all of my notes. Then I pulled down my headphones so I could listen to the lecture. When Mrs. Bitch--not actually her name, but it fit and I don't remember her actual name--finally got back to teaching, I put down notes as fast as she said them.

The class had about 20 minutes left when the door swung open with a loud bang. The guy had cuts and bruises covering his face.