safety blanket[bts au]

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Min Yoongi hated school, he always had, but he hated it even more now that he had to return. He spent his school years alone and focused in on his studies. It wasn't a bad thing to be focused on studies but he wouldn't have minded at least one friend. He didn't have very strong social skills as a child, he doesn't even now, and he's been told he can be intimidating so he never made friends.

Teachers loved him though because he always completed homework, did amazing on tests, payed attention in class and was polite. He would skip class when he got to high school but they didn't seem to mind and knew that he would get himself caught up. He appreciated it but he didn't care about his teachers liking him, only his peers, and they never did.

So as he makes his way to Seoul National College he finds himself becoming queasy his palms slicking with sweat and sliding across his wheel that he was gripping way too tightly. He could fake a meeting, reschedule, find something else to do, but this talk could help him move forward on this case or maybe another.

His black suv thrums along with the base of the rap music he had playing softly to try and distract himself as he raps along to the words effortlessly. He was a naturally good rapper and he spent lots of time alone giving him a good amount of time to perfect this skill. It should have calmed him down but all it did was make him sweatier, and he thanked his last minute decision to put on a black dress shirt and dark grey suit jacket instead of his usual white shirt and black jacket.

Before he even realizes it he's pulling up to the university parking in an open space near the west building, which was conveniently labeled, and grabs his phone out of the console before turning the car off. He sits for a couple of seconds taking a few deep breaths as he lets the silence ring in his ears. His mind follows the ringing and it draws a blank giving him clarity for a second before he finally pushes open the door the silence shattering like glass.

Yoongi slides off his jacket tossing it back into the suv and unbuttons some buttons rolling his sleeves to his elbows. He needed to appear more relaxed, off the job, and casual. It would make him appear more as a friend than an agent.

He walks through the halls of the west building his eyes scanning the room numbers carefully. He may or may not had looked into the schedules earlier and found which room he was needing to go to for this little class. He found out that the young man he was meeting was minoring in English literature. Why he didn't know and he didn't really care.

He finds the room within five minutes just as the bell rings. He stands off against the wall leaning against it casually as he yawns feeling the toll of traveling affecting his body more as the day comes to a close. He wasn't even sure if he was going to sleep tonight it all depended on what happened during this small chat session.

Seemingly all students had fled the class room either rushing to their next class or rushing to get home. He pushes off against the wall and peeks his head around the doorframe peering in. He finds Jimin up at the front of the classroom his back towards the door talking to who appeared to be his teacher. The young man, not too much older than Jimin, had his grayish brown hair slicked upwards and to the side black framed glasses sitting on his nose. Kim Namjoon was his name. He had sharp features and the agent can't help but feel slightly intimidated, especially at his height, and the muscles visible in his arms as he rolls the sleeves of his white button down up.

Yes he had even looked into Jimins professor embarrassingly. He couldn't help it and finally allowing himself to look into the man calmed his nerves.