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

Chapter 22 - High School (Part 4)

Left on a kind of heavy note, huh? Let's get back into it.

Your POV

"It makes me nervous... But I really like you. Please go out with me!" The boy kneels in front of me, holding flowers out.

This was the third one today. I had to reject them all because I knew why they were confessing. They wanted power. I was simply a tool to reach a goal. They definitely didn't come after me when I had nothing to offer. Even if it's just my body they want, it's still not me. No one knew me well enough to confess and mean it.

"You stupid asshole. As if I can't tell your intentions." I smack his hand away, knocking the flowers away. "Do you know anything about me?"

"Your name is (Y/N), you're the king of school, and... you race every week."

"Common knowledge. Do you know anything about me, who I am?"

He went silent. I knock his shoulder back and stamp on the flowers when he drops them. I crush them utterly, making sure he gets the point.

"If anyone confesses to me today after this kid, I'm sending him to the E.R."

Everyone clears my pathway as I head to the roof, ditching class. When I get up there, I close the door behind me. I lean on the fence and pull out a cigarette that I had kept stashed in my locker. I blow the puff into the breezy air. The nicotine calms my nerves, so I keep smoking. Even though Jungkook told me to stop, even though he confiscated my bike keys until I stopped. I couldn't just stop, he didn't realize that.

I heard the door open and knew who it was. Only one person would dare to come to the roof while I was on it.

"The wind gives nice circulation, huh?"

I hold the cigarette over the railing as I lean on it. "I guess it does. How come you're up here?"

Jin leans on the railing next to me, his hands folded together on the fence. "I don't know. Talking with you makes me feel at ease."

I furrow my eyebrows and throw the cigarette onto the rooftop, stamping it out. "That's weird, seriously. I'm dangerous, you know?"

"I've seen you completely destroy kids, (Y/N). I know." He looks over at me. "Still, you have this certain charm that brings me back everytime."

I face him, leaning my back on the fence. "And what may that be?"

He stares at my face, observing. He doesn't say anything, just looks. I stare back, watching his expression. His eyes seem to peer directly into my soul, slipping through the cracks of every wall I've ever put up. I almost felt as if he could see me, the girl who enjoyed learning and racing in the fast lane.

"You're just so complex," he finally said. "There's so many layers to you that I want to unravel."

I turn to fully face him. "What's the first layer you see?"

He got off the fence and stepped closer, his height over mine. "Your loneliness. It's always masked whenever I see you. From that time in the arcade to everyday in school. I want to know why..."

"Do you?" I questioned, looking slightly up.

"Of course..."

I had only known him for a couple months, only actually talked to him for less than one. So why did he evoke this feeling of butterflies in me? Why does he make me feel as if I could spill my darkest secrets and nothing would go wrong?

"How come you started wearing the uniform again?" he asked, leaning down.

"My brother wanted me to... I also haven't raced this week..." I reply, tilting my head slightly back to look at his eyes.