you fucking idiot. || min yoongi x reader

[warning: strong language and may contain some sexual themes. if said themes get too explicit then i will change the rating to 'mature'.]

[also contains some unplanned and slight taehyung x reader.]

"noona, how do you figure out the mass here?"
"rearrange the equation, dumbass! and i've told you to stop calling me 'noona'!" all this shouting from quickly spiking anger was really doing a number on my throat. if only i'd grabbed some water on the way here. if only i hadn't even applied for this stupid fucking job that i'm barely being paid minimum wage for! even babysitters get paid more than me and i'm basically doing their job for much older children for way less! and i'm teaching them too, but no, i'm not allowed a pay rise until i'm actually eighteen.
out of the corner of my eye was one of the seven hunched over his desk. he had edges of a book sticking out of his folded arms- which weren't moving. never mind in a writing motion. i could feel the twitch of my eyebrow signalling that my irritation was peaking. i grabbed the pen on the teacher's desk (which i was currently occupying) and launched it at the dark haired figure, bellowing a,
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
to my chagrin, the figure raising his book with one hand as a shield. i grit my teeth. he lowered it to shoot me a confident and proud smirk. that was when those bone-like defenses crumbled and out roared an exclamation of,
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
this irritation that was almost like a rash after being bitten by a bug was min yoongi. always sleeping in my tutor lessons, failing the quizzes with no apology or "i'll do better next time", always dodging any of the attacks headed his way when i got too heated and always mocking me afterwards.
i hate him. i hate min yoongi and his attractively smug ass.
yes, attractive. he's attractive.
and that makes me hate him even more.