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yoongi - request (pt 3)

WELCOME TO BANGTAN HIGH

welcome to bangtan high: a series in which you and your seven friends get into all sorts of trouble; requested by @army_pidge

BOTHER; YOONGI

You slam your locker shut with more force than intended and hike your rather light backpack over your shoulders, making a run for the set of stairs to your right, thankful for the fact that Monday afternoons at your school are slow, leaving the halls mostly empty for a few minutes.

That's more than enough time for you to grab your things and race to meet Yoongi in front of his music class before his class is dismissed.

You see, your daily bus ride home is usually the epitome of the word boring but, ever since Yoongi's older brother started working late on Monday's, he's had to catch the bus home with you so that he can make the fifteen minute trip home from your place.

Going home with Yoongi has become a tradition that you're hoping you don't have to let go of anytime soon.

Considerably out of breath, you trudge up the last few steps before throwing yourself against the wall adjacent to the classroom door, doubling over as it swings open to reveal the mass of students that pile out but you're yet to see your mint haired friend.

Finally, hidden behind the rather tall figures of the rest of your friend group, Yoongi emerges from the classroom, rolling his eyes at something the others find themselves cackling at.

"Ah, Y/N," Namjoon smiles, his hand reaching out to ruffle your hair as he always does. You beam up at him as the others turn to greet you with their own smiles and waves, parting ever so slightly as you slot yourself naturally in between them, laughing along to their outlandish tales as they remind you once more how vibrant they make your life.

It's not long before the eight of you have to part ways at the school gate with the promise of seeing each other the next day.

Still wearing a smile from the aftermath of your conversations with the boys, you link your arm with Yoongi's as the two of you begin your brief walk to the bus stop. As usual, he remains quiet, nodding his head along to the music that plays through his earphones. While one might find his behaviour rude, you don't mind because you know very well that he keeps the volume on low so he can hear you speak.

Taking advantage of this, you begin talking about nothing and everything as he pays close attention, offering his opinion where he must.

The bus stop comes into view and the two of you pick up your pace, his arm slipping out of yours when you rush to grab a seat. Smiling fondly, he stands closely beside you, his thigh just brushing up against your shoulder as his body warmth stops the cold from biting at your skin.

Looking to your left in search of the light green vehicle, you make brief eye contact with a group of girls who look as if they're from the school up the hill, offering them a polite smile before stretching to look past them.

However, when you huff in disappointment after realising that the bus may be late again, you notice those same girls looking you up and down with a scrutiny that you haven't seen in a long time, the daggers their glares throw at you lodging themselves right into your heart as they begin to talk loud enough for you to hear their hisses that drip with venom.

"How does she look like that?" one laughs, "I've never seen someone that strange."

"I know," another scoffs. "It's like she's from a different country. Certainly not of Korean blood."

Yoongi grunts from above you and you feel yet another pang of shame when you realise that he was listening to them too. With a grimace in their direction, he crouches down in front of you and hands you his earphones, watching as you put them in before tucking your hair behind your ears with a smile. "Don't listen to them, kiddo. They don't know what they're talking about."

He then whips his sharp and terribly cold gaze to the now silent girls. "If you know what's good for you, stay fucking quiet."

You shuffle over in panic when Yoongi moves to squish himself into the seat you occupy. After a few seconds of struggle, you're both comfortable and he reaches over to guide your head to lay on his shoulder. You breathe out in relief upon realising that you have someone like Yoongi in your life to stand up for you when you can't.

Overwhelmed, you snake your arm through his and play with his cold fingers, smiling when he slaps your hand teasingly and instead clasps it in his, resting his head on top of yours in return.