Cold || Min Yoongi ||

16|Jung Ho Sook

"MIN YOONGI!" I shouted across the hall getting glares from other girls.

"Hm?" He calmly walked up to me.

He FINALLY stood in front of me.

"You know it took 69 years to reach here." I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You walk slow. And you're saying you're a fast runner."

"Running and walking are two different things, first of all. Second of all, your hair is a mess."

He started ruffling my hair.

"I'm. Going. To. Slap. You."

"Oh! I'm shaking in my leather boots." He sarcastically said.

"We need Micha to be more feminine." Taehyung said out of no where.

"Bitch say what?" I glared at him.

"See what I mean?"

"Girls are bitches." I commented.

"Have you even tried making friends with a girl, Micha?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well...um...no...but why should I all girls are the same. They act as if they care."

"Micha...you're a girl." Jin said.

"Yeah no shi-"

"I'm going to start buying you skirts." Jin rudely cut me off.

"And there'll be a no cursing policy for Micha." Jin stated.

"But...but."

"Mhm...did I hear something. No? Okay. Let's go to class now." He walked off as if nothing happened.

"What the fu-heck just happened?" I scratched my head, confused.

"I have a younger sister who is only a year younger so she's as old as you." Hoseok spoke up.

I looked at him confused.
"C'mon...trust me you'll like her." 

"No. Just. No."

"Pleaseeee..."

"Ugh fine. Starbucks on Saturday?"

"Sure." Hoseok smiled.

I looked at Yoongi who was waiting for me.

"So, starbucks on Saturday?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah, Hobi wanted to introduce his sister to me."

"Ah, I see. Is he coming? What time? What are you going to wear?" Yoongi started to question everything.

"Yah! Calm down, and to answer your question, yes, he is coming, time I still don't know, I still don't know what to wear I always wear last minute so...yeah."

"Ohh...okay." Yoongi nodded.

"You're not...jealous are you?"

He stopped on his track.

"Wait, what? What do you mean? Totally not jealous."

"Mhm. Sure."

"You want me to prove it to you?"

"Yeah."

He carried me bridal style and whispered in my ear,

"I'm not jealous, because I know you'll pick me over anyone else."

"Confident much?"

"Hm."

He dropped me to the floor.