Drugs 3- Yoongi [18+]

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"Good morning." Ming looked up at the strangers voice who came from her side. Watching as he took the seat beside her.

And with knitted brows, the woman kept quiet. Not really in the mood to speak to someone who she didn't even know.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" He continued being persistent. Finally earning the woman's attention as she glanced over at him. Her eyes narrowed and face not at all welcoming as the man let his lips curve into a subtle smirk. And something about him almost had the woman feeling. . . curious.

"I'm just tired." She let out in a quick manner. Turning her head back towards the white board while impatiently waiting for the professor to walk in. And god did it take all of her willpower not to snap at the boy who softly chuckled. Leaning back in his seat with his face still holding a smirk.

"You know, I've met girls like you before. . ." His sultry voice rang through her ears again in a cocky manner. Flooding out the Professor's words who had just arrived not that long ago. "And sooner or later, they always give in."

"Oh do they?" Ming finally had enough of the boy's antics. Giving in to his persistent ways as she let out a scoff. Dropping her pen that lazily rested in the tips of her digits, onto her notepad as she slowly peered her gaze back over to the man himself. Keeping her attitude unfazed while his head gently tilted to the side.

"Yes." She watched as he sat back up in his seat. Leaning forward only to rest his elbows on the table with clasped hands. Planting his chin on his fists as he kept his gaze on the woman who gently shook her head. Releasing a sigh as he leaned into her presence.

"What's your name?" He loved how she spoke. How she continued flickering her eyes between the students and him. And how she didn't seem not even the slightest bit intimidated.

"That's not how it works, beautiful." She could feel his breath hit her cheek. The heat emitting from it enough to have the girl release an almost incoherent sigh as he let his eyes run down her stiff frame. "You should know that women always have the first say—"

"It's, Ming." She cut him off. Too impatient to let the man continue on his actions of playing with her as his lips curved once again into a smirk. Eyebrows raised and expression one of amusement. "Now answer me."

"An eager one, I see." The man let out a chuckle. Pulling himself slowly away from her only to begin packing up his items. Noticing that the class was already over. "But you'll have to wait to find out." And with that, the man sent her a seductive smile. Catching the annoyance in her eyes that narrowed as she glared at him.

And Ming watched the boy leave her sight. Feeling more than infuriated to have let herself get distracted by someone who she didn't even know a single thing about. But she'd find out very soon. Even if curiosity. . . always. . . kills. . . the cat.