Yoongi x Reader - Debate Team

Debate Team

The debate team.

Ever since you first looked through the list of clubs, the debate team had stayed on your mind. When you thought of it, you pictured creating strong bonds with the other members; swaying others opinions and being swayed.

You definitely did not picture this.

"Just because we're students doesn't mean we're special. Everyone pays interest on loans, why should we be exempt from it? Are you joking, or literally this stupid?"

Your mouth fell open in shock at the flippant, bored-sounding statement. Your unfairly attractive partner, Min Yoongi, continued to focus on the pen he spun in his hand - he hadn't even taken his feet off the table since you were assigned to him.

"Excuse me?" you demanded, more out of shock and confusion than anything. He met your gaze and smirked ever so slightly, raising his eyebrows and shrugging as if to say it is what it is.

You waited for him to speak again, but he just returned to spinning his pen.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

You collected yourself and tried to forget his last statement, instead choosing to continue your own argument.

"M-Maybe so, but student loans are generally granted by the government, not a bank... the government's purpose is to ensure its citizens' wellbeing. What if-"

"The government already subsidises tertiary education more than it has to. Clearly that money is wasted on you though," he snorted. You stood up in anger, your chair screeching on the linoleum floor louder than expected. Your nostrils flared and your bottom lip wobbled.

"You're one to talk!" you snapped, picking up your stuff and turning out the door before anyone could see your eyes watering with tears. It wasn't that you were particularly hurt by his words - a better word to use was pissed off - but for some reason you were about to cry. What the hell.

"Don't bother coming back," he chuckled after you.

Well guess what, bitchass? I came back.

Your entrance the next day was met with hushed murmurs, giggling and a lot of staring. Your face went pink but you kept your head up high and sat at an empty seat by the window, waiting for the club leader to arrive. Then something hit your cheek.

You looked down in surprise and saw a tightly folded piece of paper. You turned to see if anyone was looking at you, then you saw him sitting two seats away. Great.

He was staring straight at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You looked him dead in the eye, lifted and shook around the paper to make sure he was watching, then tossed it over your shoulder. You didn't even check to see where it landed. You expected him to glare at you, or even smirk, but he had absolutely no reaction and just turned to look straight ahead again. You laid on your arms, just observing the enigmatic, grey-haired asshole that is Min Yoongi.

"Hey. You're the girl that left during the practice match yesterday. Y/N, right?"

You gasped, straightening your posture and looking up. It was Namjoon, the team leader, in front of your desk. You'd met him yesterday and he was the one who assigned you to Yoongi.

"Um... I am so sorry about that," you bleated. You felt extremely nervous now that you were actually facing him. He didn't seem annoyed, thankfully. He just smiled.

"Nah, I should be sorry. He's been our star member since last year, but sort of has some personality issues... You're the first one he hasn't scared off."

You glanced over to the man in question, wondering if it was really okay to talk about someone when they were almost certainly in earshot.

"No, I shouldn't have just left," you blushed at the memory. "I made a scene, too. I thought I was going to be able to take out my frustration on people in a way other than trolling kids on Minecraft servers. Instead I just got more frustrated, and... yeah, I'm just gonna stop talking."