Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 1: Let's get it

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Dragging my feet scrapping my soles across the pavement, I headed to school. I hadn't been to school in over 2 years due to family 'problems.'

Backstory:
My family are quite a big deal as they run a very powerful company. (Very cliché, I know, just roll with it.) As my parents' first born child it's only expected that eventually take on my family's company. (Cliché again, I'm aware.) To be honest it's not my dream. However my 3 siblings would love to take over the company but due to family tradition, I cannot just say I don't want to run the company and let one of my brothers takeover. For my brothers to run the company, they have to get 'rid of me.' So to get away from them I went to look after our grandmother in South Korea. My brothers and my parents do not know I'm here. My grandmother sadly past away last week. She was so kind and friendly to the very last breath and she always sung and played music with me. Music is what I really want to do in life despite my family's rules. As my grandma died and I don't need to take care of her, I now have to return to school.

After that summarisation of my whole life I hope you can appreciate that I personally want to avoid my family as much as I possibly could.

Directed into the schools' assembly hall, I took in my new environment and hesitantly sat inside the vast hall.

As expected a few inquisitive faces glared to my direction. I mean I certainly felt out of place, I guess I looked it too. My ears tuned out from the endless gossiping and chatter that murmured throughout the room and I tried to somewhat relax in my seat.

"LISTEN UP!" A teacher called making his way to the front of the room.

"Starting now till the end of the year it is project term. Scheduled exams will still resume but classes will not. Project term, for ones who do not already know, is when randomly from all the students at school you are paired up and assigned a subject and you must create a impressive piece of work. The project will be graded and the grade will be on your final school report." I sighed thinking how much a pain this sounded, I was fully prepared to sleep though classes and some how lazy my way through school. Plus, this project idea sounded like some lame excuse to bond students together. What kind of school is this?

 
Though I was somewhat curious who I'd be paired up with. Gazing round all the people I see, I'm not too keen to meet the other students. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

Teachers started to give out numbers to students in order to match everyone up. Grabbing a number card from a teacher, I read the number '77.'
I wandered round aimlessly glancing at peoples number cards. No luck. I was way too awkward to just ask if they were number 77 so I kept just looking around. The majority of students seemed to find their pair easily, alas I was still meandering in search for my match up.

Then in the corner of my eye I saw a guy dozing off in the back corner of the room- his tiredness resonated with me. His puffy cheeks huffed up and down with every cute little snore.

I noticed the loosely held number card that had been slotted into his hands,
'Number 77'

I tapped his shoulder in the expectation that he'd awaken.

He didn't respond.

I respect his desire to sleep through the day however I really need at least one person to speak to, so I hesitantly shook him till he woke up.

"Erghhhh... What the fuck? Where am I? Who the fuck are you?" He mumbled evidently still half asleep.

Meeting eye-contact with him to the best of my ability explained that we'd been randomly paired to do a lame project thing.

"Okay." His surprisingly deep voice echoed "Min Yoongi." He continued.

"Y/n." I nodded in return sub-consciously wishing the awkward conversation would cease.

"What subject is project on?" Yoongi asked, stretching his arms high in the air.

"I guess I'll go ask a teacher..." I exclaimed strolling away to a teacher. The subject I learnt was 'violence.'

Stumbling back over to Yoongi I noticed he'd once again fallen in a peaceful sleep.

"Seriously," I sighed.

Instead of waking him again, I decide to pull out a scrap piece of paper and write my name and cell number.

To get a good start on the project I accessed a computer did some basic research for the rest of the school day.

As I sat a familiar voice called my name. It was about time I saw her, she was the only reason I'd chosen this school. I seriously lacked friends and she being the only person I know round my age I relied on her a lot.

"Hey, Y/n how you doing?" She smiled with an abundance of cheer.

"F/n, I'm doing fine." ((f/n= friend's name)) I replied finally recognising someone at school. She's my neighbour, she's the kind of friend who will listen to whatever shit you're spouting out of your mouth.

I spent the remaining school day chatting with F/n until the bell rang and we were all dismissed.

Fumbling back home, I rested my body on the soft surface of the couch. My house is pretty damn big, some would call it mansion but remaining humble I'll just call it decently sized. My Granny used to get a large amount of money every week from my parents- you know elderly support and all that. So I can afford a big house, a big car and real big rings.

I grabbed my notebook and settled down. My source of expressing myself: my lyrics. As cringey as it may seem, I have crafted songs to relay my thoughts. It's a therapeutic hobby, it's personally very enjoyable.

My concentration was interrupted by my blaring ringtone.

"Hello" I answered the call.

"Hey it's Yoongi." His awkward voice met with my ears.

"What's up?" I hummed back to him.

"Am I not allowed to call and chat with my favourite project buddy?" He said painfully innocently.

"Shut up." I chuckled and paused. "What do you want?" I face palm at his weird question.

"I wondered if you wanted to meet me in room 5 to, you know, to do the lame-ass project?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, room 5 sure I'll meet you there." I answered almost taken-aback and unsure where in world room 5 is but I'm sure I'll figure it out.

"Okay, meet you there in the morning." He said as he ended the call.