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Min Yoongi

She was on a whole other level,
especially compared to him.

[Yoongi POV]

Yoongi rested his head on his desk, staring at the clock as every second felt like an hour.  The rambling teacher was trying to cram as much knowledge into the poor high school senior class as he could, with seemingly not much luck as every question asked was met with a deathly silent class. There were only two minutes of class left, and then it was the back to his beloved bed.  If love was real Yoongi only ever felt it for his blanket.

Soon enough, the bell rang, and the teacher said his goodbyes before packing up and leaving the classroom. Yoongi got up to put away his notes and stationary, while the rest of his class spoke with one another, ambling about before leaving the classroom. Although you in particular, were wandering around the classroom, initiating a small conversation with whoever was game.

To the whole class you were simply in a whole other league. The golden girl of the school. You always aced your tests and encouraged the class when it came to exam season. Anyone needed a tutor? You were always willing to help. You were the kind of girl that always brought treats for the class for every special occasion, such as chocolates for everyone on Valentines. You never did anything for yourself it seemed and you were kind to everyone. You was like the sun, a brilliant light that shone over the class and through the hearts of the students, even Yoongi, who was, on a regular day, colder than the North and South poles combined. Not that he'd ever admit he had even a smidge of affection for you.

You were loved by all and yet also somehow intimidating. There was a clear distance between you and everyone else; after all, who could ever be confident enough to stand next to you and be compared? You zigzagged throughout the desks to finally set in one last direction, towards him. Yoongi looked away quickly -not realizing that he had been staring, grazing his finger over the wood grains of the desk.

"Yoongi!" You called brightly. Yoongi forced himself to look up with his usual annoyed expression, when in actuality, he had stopped feeling annoyed by your visits months ago. He watched you walk up to his desk wearily.

"What do you want Y/n? If you need help tuning your guitar again go bother Jin."

Your mega-watt smile flickered but you tilted her head playfully and laughed, "Don't be so grumpy, I'll let you in on a little known secret." At this you leaned forward over the desk. So close to Yoongi that he had to resist looking away or backing up.

"People who are happy are scientifically proven to be happier."

Well obviously, Yoongi thought. He could not understand how he could have ever come to not dislike such a frustrating and annoyingly optimistic girl. Even now you smiled in the most maddening way, your lips curled in and your eyes crinkled, obviously in effort to not laugh at your own joke before he cracked first. He would not.

"You're blocking the way." He said without a trace of humor, nodding towards the space between the rows of desks.

You jumped back and turned to apologize to the person behind you profusely, only to find there was no one there. "Oh." You said sadly, which nearly snapped Yoongi's heart in two. You were never sad... unless you were with him. Another reason he was no good for you, and never would be, no matter how much he resented that fact.

He saw you dragging your foot back and forth on the tile, obviously struggling to find the words you were searching for. Yoongi was just about ready to walk away when you finally spoke.

"If I were to say that I was hosting another movie night tonight... would you come?" You asked hopefully, meanwhile Yoongi rolled his eyes.

No. Like every other time she has asked, he has always answered 'no'. But wanting to avoid another sunken face, he opted for a different approach.

"You don't need to keep asking me." Yoongi sighed, "I know you're trying to be nice but social meetings aren't really my scene."

You shook your head in disagreement, "It's not that. I only ask every time because I just really want you to come. I'm sorry if I'm annoying you."

Yoongi took a moment, "Oh. That's uh-" He was not succeeding in fighting the heat rising to his face. "I'll think about it. I have to go home now." He turned away from you, accidentally making eye contact with Jimin who grinned and gave him a sloppy thumbs up.

Yoongi scowled.

"Okay..." you said hesitantly from behind him, "Bye Yoongi... See you around?" You said the last part hopefully and he decided to throw you a bone,

"Yeah, see you around." He sighed, still turned away towards his back back.

You visibly brightened and ran off while he frowned, how could that one sentence make you that happy?

Jimin walked up to Yoongi, "You know, if you tried being nice then maybe she'd come to like you back."

"What do you mean, 'like me back'?" Yoongi questioned, mouth already forming a frown.

"Come on," laughed Jimin, "I know you like her. I mean... who wouldn't? She's pretty, nice, talented..." By this point he'd started counting on his fingers.

Yoongi scowled, "Then you go out with her, if you like her so much."

"Oh no, I couldn't." Jimin objected, "How could I? Y/n just always seems like she's on... like she's on a whole other level. You know?"

There it was again, "a whole other level." Yoongi didn't talk to people much but being situated in the middle of the class he grudgingly overheard a lot of talk. The girls of the class were too intimidated to ask you to hang out, the guys not even bothering to flirt with you and the teachers and staff admiringly putting you on a pedestal as a ray of light for the new generation.

He almost felt bad for you, you were way to humble to ever think of yourself that way. All you ever seemed to want was to be part of the class, yet the more you tried, the larger the gap between you and the general public grew. You were everyone's friend, but nobody's best friend. With you finally gone, and the red on his face subsiding, Yoongi finally got up to walk home.

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When Yoongi was finally home, he hauled his backpack up to the stairs to his bedroom, hurriedly tossing it to the side to kick his shoes off. He trudged to his bed and collapsed face up to squint at the ceiling light, too tired to even change clothes.

He considered taking a nap but for whatever reason, he couldn't get your face out of his mind. You looked so disappointed at another rejection from him, that Yoongi winced just from thinking of it. You always invited lots of people to do movie night, and according to his classmates, there was never an empty house during movie night at your house. Whether Yoongi was there or not didn't matter. Right? You probably wouldn't even notice his absence.

After ten more minutes of contemplating, Yoongi groaned loudly and sat up in bed. Throwing on his shoes before picking up a coat and walking towards the door. Shamefully checking his hair in the mirror before he left.

Yoongi was really weak, considering how he ended up on your doorstep. Why the hell was he here? He should just book it before anyone sees him. What was he even going to say anyway? That he had changed his mind? The looming thunderclouds overhead didn't help his mood.

With the flurry of thoughts going through his head, Yoongi lifted his hand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

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