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민윤기 yoongi - bully

you hated your life because of one person

and his name is min yoongi.

well, we can't really say that you hate him. but you hated how he played with your innocent little heart. you had a massive crush on him, but the worst thing is that he was your bully. only your own.

yoongi was teacher's pet, had a perfect face, academic result and also play a lot of sport really well. he composes songs for the school choir and played the piano for them. he was one of the best student with a nice conduct and a spotless report card. or so you thought.

every now and then, he would bump against your shoulder a little bit too hard to be careless on the corridor, and help you up with the most innocent gummy smile possible. he would request to sit beside you only to steal you pens and force you to give him your perfectly made notes. worst of all, as your locker was on the very edge of the corridor and there was almost no one would notice you there. he would often slam your locker shut or scare you from the back in a sudden that made your heart jump.

you hated him, yet you loved him.

you tried to forget about him, by telling yourself he was nothing but a stupid high school crush that you would eventually forget. but you somehow just couldn't despite how hard you tried.

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your pov

it was another day facing min yoongi, aka the one that i hate very much and i didn't want him to exist on this beautiful blue planet because he was a total waste on oxygen and resources.

i walked to my locker and took out my books for my first lesson. as i slammed the locker shut, lowkey glad that yoongi didn't turn up today, someone slammed it for me and turned my shoulder a little bit to hard. i couldn't see his face because i was closing my eyes in anger but i knew it was the devil himself.

"meet me after school at the gate today." yoongi whispered into my ears using his asmr voice before turning away as if nothing happened. it gave me chills but okay, let's see what it was so important that he needed to meet me after school.

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i rubbed my hands and sneezed. i leaned against the school gate while mumbling curse under my breath in frustration. it had been ten minutes since school ended and min yoongi still hadn't turn up. i shouldn't have believed him anyway, he was just being a jerk. i'm pretty certain that he was in a corner somewhere watching me suffer from the freezing winter weather.

ugh, i regret not bringing my scarf and mittens with me.

"what are you doing here?" a voice rang from beside me. it was the devil himself.

"you little swine- i waited for you for ten entire minutes and you only turn up now? what the actual-" i yelled, face heating up in anger. the corner of his lips rose a bit when he smirked. "bitch why you smirking i hate you so much-" i rolled my eyes.

"everyone knows you don't hate me. according to your personality you were never actually mad at anyone. anyway, come with me." yoongi lowered his body to look into my eyes on the same height. then he took my right hand and dragged me away. "i can walk myself thank you very much." i groaned, but he ignored me straight away.

smh, why am i blushing? he's not even my crush or anything-

yoongi's veiny fingers intervened with me and he placed them into his hoodie pocket, fingers still tangled together although i tried to fight his.

"wh-what are you doing?" i stammered, my face flushing into a bright red although it was almost snowing outside. "your hands are cold." he replied simply, as if it was something we would do naturally. "hmph." i scrunched up my face, but didn't fight him back anyway. both his had and his hoodie pocket are warm.

yoongi suddenly stopped in front of me, then he lowered his body to see me on the same level again. smh why am i such a midget? "aww, still cute when your face is all twisted and scrunched up." he teased, showing his gummy smile and his eyes squinted in a moon-ish shape. "im not even-" i rolled my eyes, but unable to stop my heart racing my ribs and my face heating up even more.

what was this butterfly-ish feeling in my stomach?

yoongi stood up again, but he took out our hands from his pocket and removed his fingers from mine. instead, he leaned in closer to me and pulled me to him, our skins touching with his hand on my waist. "wh-what is this even oh my god." i buried my face in my hands, not even trying to stop the blush anymore because it was pointless.

i heard him chuckle and just continued to drag me behind him. until we arrived a park with a path in the middle of the forest of blooming plum blossom trees. it was romantic, with couples holding hands walking underneath the flower white and red flower petals, or families with young children walking happily hand in hand. the entire scenery was postcard-ish.

the flower petals flied in the air, then landed on the dirt and ground gently. "is it pretty?" yoongi asked, not taking away his eyes from the sight. "yes..." i replied dreamily, smiling like an idiot.

"aww, what a cute couple still in their school uniform!" an old woman passing by commented with a warm and kind smile pasted on her face. "uh...we're n-" "thank you." yoongi interrupted. the old woman smiled before she left.

great, my face was red again!

"why?" i asked frustratedly, "it's not even-" "would you shut up for a moment?" he groaned, holding me tighter. now my face was like burning iron, red and hot.

we sat down on a bench under the plum blossom trees with a bowl of hot spicy rice cake that yoongi bought. "why would you bring me here?" i asked, munching on the warm food in my mouth. "hmm? i don't know, maybe i just wanted to show the person i love this beautiful scenery." he replied as if it was completely normal.

"i just wanted to show the person i love this beautiful scenery."

this sentence rang and rang through my head again and again. i choked on my rice cake oof. he gently patted my back asking if i was okay while chuckling at my silliness.

"wh-what do you mean?" i questioned with my eyes wide open. "i said, i love you. okay?" yoongi replied and turned his head towards my direction.

i blushed as hot as june, january embers. (see my IT reference here?) my palms trembled out of my control, and my heart was running way too fast to my liking. my eyes widened, looking at his in surprise, but my lips curled into a shy curve.

"i-i thought you hated me." i asked awkwardly, playing with my nails. "i bully you so i get your attention. haven't you notice it? you're so cute and brainless, aww." yoongi laughed. "can you please stop your incorrect insults for just a while?" i snapped back, trying to fight away my awkwardness and obvious blush on my cheeks.

"okay, my kitten. i won't." yoongi laughed slyly again, and wrapped his arms around my waist. i froze, not knowing what to do other than stuffing tteokbokki into my mouth.

"when did i even become your kitten..." i mumbled, still chewing on my rice cake, avoiding his eyes.

"y/n, i knew from the beginning, when you stare at me in class or when you only act nervous around me. don't deny it, hm?" he teased, pinching my rosy cheeks.

"ugh...this is so dumb...i'm such an idiot." i exhaled, not even bothering to lie too.

"y/n look at me." yoongi said, and i did so. he gave me a tiny peck on the lips and i froze, just sat there with my eyes enlarged.

"you're my kitten, only mine."

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a/n

this is cliche and dumb lol

random fact of today:

i love bt21, and my favourites are shooky rj and tata.