BTS Imagines and Preferences

Heartbreaker (Suga)

A/N: Kind of a bad boy AU, kind of not. But, regardless, y'all are gonna have to gear up for this one.

The first time Min Yoongi broke your heart was in second grade. You'd just moved from Gwangju to Daegu; the new girl. The teacher sat you next to a boy with pale skin and dark hair that fell over his forehead and almost into his eyes. 

He didn't say anything, or even look up from his work when you sat down. The teacher chastised him and he eventually looked up and acknowledged you. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N-ah," he said, before returning to his work, which was simply coloring in the picture of a house with a sky and the sun. He was currently scribbling in the sky with the light blue crayon. 

The teacher handed you your own page to color. You reached for the green crayon, your hand colliding with Yoongi's. He glared at you, his 8 year old face contorting into one of disgust. You were so shocked, you barely noticed as he grabbed the green crayon out from underneath your fingers. 

You instead took the light blue crayon he'd been using to color in his sky and began coloring in your own. Your strokes were slower and smoother, your sky looking like a uniform color, instead of his sky which was a bunch of scribbled blue lines.

"You have to be more careful," you said. "If you take your time the sky will turn out prettier." 

The boy--realizing you were talking to him--scoffed at you. 

"I'm not going to be your friend," he said. "You can stop trying." 

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The second time Min Yoongi broke you heart was when he walked into the music room after school. You'd hated him ever since that day in second grade, you went out of your way to avoid the boy, running away from him on the playground. Yet, he never stopped chasing you.

As the two of you entered middle school, you shared many of the same friends, but never talked. Many of your friends asked why and it honestly sounded so stupid to say that a crayon started it all. But, regardless, he was the type of boy you were scared to approach. He didn't talk much, except for with his friends, and even then he was reserved. He carried around a notebook he often wrote on in class, but it wasn't for notes,

"Hello Yoongi," the music teacher said. "Let me just finish up with Y/N and then we'll start your lesson." 

The boy nodded and took a seat on the other side of the classroom and cracked open his notebook. His hair--which was shorter--still flopped the same way over his forehead. You could still see the little boy, even when he'd grown so much. 

"Let's go through it again," the teacher said. 

You nodded, a bit hesitant to play with the boy in the room. You knew he'd been taking lessons since before you'd even met him. 

You placed your fingers on the keys and positioned your foot above the pedals and began playing. The first part of the song went smoothly, but as you attempted to play the bridge between the verse and the chorus, you weren't able to keep up with the tempo change. Out of all of your attempts, you hadn't managed to nail the bridge yet. 

"Can I show her something?" Yoongi asked the teacher. 

The teacher--not about to deprive his star pupil--nodded and moved off the bench. Yoongi sat down beside you, his thigh brushing yours as he shifted on the hard wood.