Varsity boy | Min Yoongi College AU

Chapter 8

The bell rings, signalling the start of class. The same class Jungkook had forced me to attend when I'd brought up the idea of skipping it. I didn't even want to see Yoongi's face, let alone sit directly next to him for the next hour of my life. As I walk into the stuffy classroom, a flood of relief washes over me at the sight of Yoongi's chair stood empty under the desk. If luck was on my side today, he wouldn't turn up to class at all.

As the lesson begins, my eyes come to settle on Jimin's chair, which I only just notice, also remains empty. Yet, almost as if the universe had a personal vendetta against me, Jimin and Yoongi appear at the door. They quietly apologise to the teacher who only pauses briefly to give them a stern look, before they unhurriedly make their way over to their seats.

My body subconsciously shuffles away from Yoongi as he sits down beside me with a heavy thud. I try to focus my attention on the blackboard at the front of the class, ignoring the painful feeling of embarrassment Yoongi had put me through at lunch. All I had to do was get through this lesson. In an hour I would be free from the torment of Yoongi and his friends - at least for the rest of the day - but as if my day couldn't get any worse, our teacher mentions the paired project we were supposed to be starting this lesson. While some students smile and cheer at the opportunity to work with their friends for the project, I sit with my head turned down to the worn out desk. It was always the same, sad story whenever we were assigned paired work. I'd watch with jealous eyes as friends and couples paired up with one another, leaving only the students who'd failed to make any friends. Me included.

As expected, almost immediately friends get up from their seats and rush over to each other, clapping their hands and finding a space to sit together. A dark shadow casts itself over my body, indicating someone was stood above me. I look up to see Jimin towering over mine and Yoongi's desk, a small and patient smile on his lips as he waits for me to get up and move so he can sit beside Yoongi. I begin to pick up my notepad and pen, preparing to leave, but Yoongi stops me. "You'll have to find another partner. I'm working with Emika on the project." My head spins to glare at Yoongi with narrowed eyes so quick I feel the nerve in my neck twinge.

"I don't want to work with you," I speak through gritted teeth. A week ago, I would have been the happiest girl in the class at the prospect of being Yoongi's partner on a school project, but today I would rather fail the class if it meant I wouldn't have to work alongside him. "You don't have much choice," Yoongi gestures to the other students sat around the room. By now, everyone had already partnered up, even Jimin who'd walked off in a fit of annoyance at Yoongi's rejection. I outwardly groan, crossing my arms over my chest and falling back into my seat. Hadn't he done enough to hurt me already? Why did he insist on playing with my emotions like this?

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"Do you enjoy watching me suffer? Is that why you're doing this? I ask Yoongi as he packs away his school supplies, watching Jimin leave the classroom, who'd usually stand and wait for him by the door. "No. We have a deal, remember. I'm just sticking to it," he mutters, swinging his bag over his shoulder and standing to look at me. In all the commotion that had happened today I'd entirely forgotten about the deal, and a large part of me wished Yoongi had to.

I stare at him, lips pulled into a thin line. "So, do you want to work on the project at my place or yours," he nonchalantly questions, slowly edging nearer to the classroom door, expecting me to follow after him. Neither, I want to answer, but it didn't seem like an answer Yoongi would be willing to take. "Mine," I reply after a moment of deliberation.

"Cool. I'll meet you by the gates after school." Yoongi nods his head in goodbye, and with that he exits the classroom leaving me behind. What the hell was happening? I'm suddenly aware of a dull ache in my head, the beginning of what was building up to be a migraine. With an exasperated sigh, I reach into my bag, grabbing my phone to tell Jungkook the news.