Teenagers [Yoongi x OG]

Chapter 3

Hyemi's P.O.V

"Are you gay?"

The question had stumbled out of my mouth faster than I could catch it. Oops. Yoongi whirled towards me with a scowl, his dark eyes calculating and confused.

"What?" He asked confusedly.

I pointed to a bookshelf I saw while I dug through this mess of a study room, it was labeled "Yaoi" and while I was certainly familiar with the genre, I never pegged boys, nonetheless Min Yoongi, to enjoy such books.

Yoongi looked startled for a moment, his nose flared and his eyes mad. "It belonged to someone, don't mind it."

"Someone?" I cocked an eyebrow at him, oh his cool guy act was faltering, how fun. "Hoseok?"

"No." He replied monotonously.

"So someone else has been in here? And he's still alive?" I chided, Yoongi scoffed.

"She was an old friend." My eyebrows shot up.

"She?"

"She."

I hummed and nodded my head, then sat across from Yoongi at one of the long tables.

"So, oh notorious girl player Min Yoongi-" He looked surprised, waving his hands.

"Woah woah woah, notorious?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, don't act so surprised. I know you know about what everyone's whispering."

He looked interested, placing his chin on his fist as he stared at me, he smirked. "No, I don't. Please enlighten me."

"Well if you insist..." I made a thinking motion with my finger placed on my chin and my eyes darted upwards, "Oh yeah, apparently you made some of your batch mates pregnant while you were high on cocaine, and made a teacher gay." Yoongi chuckled, his eyes dancing in amusement.

"Seriously? That's what they came up with?" He brushed it off. "You know what? Never mind. They're probably replacing that rumor with the me and you kissing one now for sure."

I frowned, "That reminded me, why'd you call me here?"

"What? You'd rather be sweating out in the burning sun than be here in an air conditioned wifi haven?" He chuckled, I shook my head.

"No, seriously. Why am I here? Surely the Min Yoongi didn't do it out of the goodness of heart, gods forbid he even had a heart." He grinned at me for a moment longer, a plastic ass grin that's for certain. For formality, or for wanting to avoid the hanging awkwardness in the room, I wasn't so sure.

A dragged sigh left Yoongi's lips, his face made up into a nonchalant scowl, he glanced over at the balcony for a moment before his eyes travelled back to me. I straightened up, heat rushing to my cheeks as his eyes narrowed and he stared at me for a moment longer. "Well, you see, I've seen the way you hear things. And the way you take action."

I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, he smirked. "And I want you to be my ears in this school."

"Ears? What does that mean?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow at Yoongi.

"Well, my dad is the owner of this academy, so I'm not always gonna be present." He continued, his smirk still plastered on his face, "I need you to tell me what's going on around here."

"Why?" I cocked my head suspiciously at him, "What are you gonna do to the bad people I'm gonna tell you about?"

"I'll decide when it comes to it. Your job is just to tell me." He opened up a macbook which was charging from an outlet beside a bookshelf and placed it on the table. A macbook which most likely cost more than my outfit. "You see, I see that you interest yourself in this sort of activity, so why not work with me?" I chuckled lowly, humorlessly. Was this a joke? If it was, he was a horrible comedian.

"Work with you? Seriously? First of all you reek of paprika," He sniffed at his collar and shrugged, "Second of all, I work alone in punishing those incompetent nincompoops. I'm not some sort of lackey you can order around Mr. Son of the school owner."

"You're not a lackey, I see you more as a, um, partner in crime." He chuckled. "Yeah, partner in crime."

"Partner in crime my ass, Min. I'm not doing it." I crossed my arms and leaned back into the chair, I scowled. He hummed.

"Yes you are." He said with such nonchalance that the blood inside me boiled.

"No I'm not." I pressed. He clicked his tongue and glanced up at me from his computer.

"I'll have you know that I very much know about the fact that you only got into this school through a scholarship sent by my dad to be provided to public schools just like yours, and let me tell you that once I tell my father that you have been providing a rather disturbing distraction to your classmates' studies, you can say au revoir to that scholarship of yours." My nose flared, and my eyes widened, before narrowing again as I pursed my lips at him.

"You can't do that." I accused, he only hummed in amusement before typing into his mac book once more.

"Oh yes I can. And won't your mother be disappointed? She has to worry about paying for your tuition again, for a cruddy old school when you could have been educated at Korea's most revered academy for free." He smirked at me, I felt my fists clench and unclench under the table. "And right after her fallout with your father."

My eyes widened, no one knew about that. Not even my grandparents knew about that. How the fuck did this conniving bastard of a boy know about it!

"Oh yes, of course I know about that." He said, as if he had been reading my mind. I curled my lip at him. "Your father was a faggot was he not?"

"Shut up.." I murmured, not sure if Yoongi even heard it. If he did, then he was a damn good actor.

"He and your mother's brother both. They were seeing each other behind their wives' backs, and one day your poor mother walked into them do-"

"Shut you fat mouth Min." I scolded, my voice radiating across the room. "Shut it before I tear it off your face."

"Hmm." He chuckled, this bastard. And for a moment there I thought he was a decent fucking guy, shitty ass rich kids don't deserve kind thoughts, I concluded. "Do you accept my offer then?"

I bit my lip, did I even have an option? Begrudgingly, I spat out, "Yeah."

He looked like a child who had just been given a Christmas present, or in his case, a yacht and a limousine to top off the three flat screen televisions and a pair of yeezees. I rolled my eyes, oh boy.

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A/N : Ahaha yes, a short chapter. Ignore this author's note, I just wrote it to apologize. Anywhose, thanks for reading.