Can you please do me a scholar Yoonmin? In which Suga is the typical rude boy who doesn't give a damn about anything but suddenly he falls in love with the new guy in his course (Jimin)Thank you 😍 Sorry if I made a grammar mistake i'm still learning
Pairing: Yoonmin
Category: Fluff (kind of)
Word Count: 2.081
Warnings: Some violence, tiny itty bitty mentions of drugs and cigarettes, cursing
“I heard he and his friends once beata group of younger teenagers up at the park” one of Jimin’s friends mumbled tohim, as they watched high school famous Min Yoongi enter the cafeteria with hisgroup of tall and intimidating friends in tow.
Yoongi was wearing black clothes as usual;black jeans, shirt and the black leather jacket he never seemed to take off.Jimin watched as the older took his sunglasses off and flicked his mint bluehair out of his face.
“I don’t know. He looks more like a soft babyto me. And what kind of badass dyes their hair mint blue??” Jimin mumbled,taking a bite of his home-made sandwich.
“He’s not a damn softie, Jiminnie. He’s dangerous. I heard he’s dealing drugs. Andhe smokes” his friend said again, but Jimin just rolled his eyes.
“I bet that’s just rumours. Maybe he and hisfriends just look more dangerous than they actually are.”
Jimin’s friend sighed and got up. “Anyways…Ihave class now, soo…” he said, before grabbing his backpack and leaving thecafeteria.
Jimin’s eyes wandered back to Yoongi’s table,but he quickly dropped his gaze when the other glanced his way.
Okay hiseyes actually look pretty intimidating. Jimin gulped and quickly grabbedhis water bottle to take a sip. I guessit’s better to stay away from him…even if what people say about him are justrumours…something must have happened to bring those rumours to life…
“And I said I don’t fucking care whatyou say, Namjoon, I won’t go to the damn party your mom throws” Yoongi growled,taking a sip of his beer can. “They’re always fucking uptight and everyone hasto look like the perfect, soft human beings and that’s just not what I am. TakeSeokjin or Taehyung or…whoever.”
Namjoon scoffed as he sat down on the table inthe backyard of their school next to Yoongi. “Oh, please…Kim Taehyung on thatparty..? He’s a walking disaster, hyung.”
“Yeah, just like you are” Yoongi mumbled back,emptying his can.
“Anyways…you got any plans to go to class?”Namjoon asked after a while.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Nah, not today. I’mnot feeling like it.”
“You never feel like school, Yoongs.”
“Maybe that’s why I never go.”
Namjoon sighed. “Dude, I really don’t want tosound like your father or something but really…if you want to graduate beforeyou get grey hair you should really go to your classes. I can tutor you inthings you don’t get.”
“You’re a year younger than me; why would Ineed you to tutor me??” Yoongi threw the can on the ground and jumped off thetable to kick at it, watching it tumble away over the stone ground.
“Because you don’t know shit about maths and Ido” Namjoon countered, leaning back and stretching out on the table to soak insome sunlight. “Really, though. If you don’t go today, go tomorrow. The school yearonly started last week and you’ve already been skipping almost everything. Youwon’t make the year if you continue like this.”
“As you’ve said before, Namjoon, you’re not my fucking dad, so stop telling mewhat to do” Yoongi growled, giving the can a last, hefty kick, before grabbinghis backpack and sauntering off.
Namjoon only heaved a sigh at his hyung’santics. I know you care, Yoongs, but whydo you act like you don’t?
Against everything he stood for, MinYoongi actually went to class the next day. He dropped into a seat in the lastrow near the window, directing his bored eyes to the sun shining outside.
God, I’drather be out there right now. Why the fuck am I here??
His fingers were itching for a smoke even ifhe quit three weeks ago and he lifted his hand to chew on his fingernails.
No, that’sa bad fucking habit, stop it, he told himself, before dropping his handwith a sigh.
A few minutes before the lesson was about tostart, he let his eyes wander over the other people in the room. He knew someof them from his classes last year, and some just from seeing them in thehalls. A group of three girls threw him glances and whispered and giggled toeach other and Yoongi wanted to throw up. Highschool girls, he thought dismissively and leaned back in his chair.
Just when his eyes lazily wandered toward thedoor again, a boy more or less his height, with chocolate brown hair andsoft-looking skin entered the room. The boy’s lips were forming a little smileas he turned to a friend and said something to him, while the two of them satdown in the row before Yoongi.
Yoongi tried to hide that he was staring, buthis eyes always wandered back to the boy again. Why does he even have such shiny hair, what the fuck?? How does aperson manage to be this bright and happy?? That’s unnatural, really. And whydoes he smile so brightly?? Ugh, that’s disgusting.
Yoongi reluctantly pulled his gaze away tostare out of the window again.
“…and then he told the guy to fuck off,without knowing he was the principal’s son. So now he has to do ugly work inschool every Tuesday. I heard he had to scrub the soccer team’s clothes lastweek” the friend of the brown-haired boy said, finishing the story he wasobviously telling and the other giggled in response.
Yoongi’s stomach twitched at the sound and hefelt his chest heating up a little. Whatthe fuck, am I getting sick??
Brown-haired boy kept giggling and then he casuallyturned to the side and – stared right at Yoongi. Caught him staring. Caught himwatching. And maybe caught him fucking blushing at the gaze the other wasgiving him, what the fuck is wrong with metoday?!
Brown-haired boy gave him a little, hesitantsmile and Yoongi replied with a blank stare, making the other’s face drop abit.
No…no,don’t look so sad. God, no, stop…
Brown-haired boy’s smile turned bitter and heturned back around to his friend to talk to him again.
Fuck…wayto fuck everything up, Min Yoongi…wait…why do I even care?! I don’t even knowthe guy; I don’t fucking care if he’s happy or not. What the fuck. No.
Maybe he’ll believe it sooner or later if hekept telling himself.
Jimin smiled as he typed away at themessage to his mom, informing her that he would go to the store to grab the ingredientsshe needed to cook dinner.
It was a bright, sunny day with a clear bluesky and a light, warm wind blowing. All in all, it was a beautiful day andJimin had a little skip in his steps as he rounded a corner to take theshortcut to the little store close to his home.
After a few meters, his feet skidded to a slowhalt, as he caught sight of a group of tall, broad and intimidating-lookingguys standing around leaned against a wall. Right where Jimin had wanted towalk.
I…Iguess I better take the longer way…he thought, but when he turned he walkedright into a broad chest.
“Well, see who came to visit us” a voice spokeup in front of him, before he was shoved backwards.
Jimin stumbled and would have fallen if theother guys weren’t standing right behind him already, catching his fall butjust pushing him forwards again harshly.
“G-guys…I really…don’t want any trouble,please let me go” Jimin said in a shaky voice, looking for a gap between thefour guys surrounding him.
“Let him go, he says” one of them said in athreateningly soft voice. “Nah, you stepped right into our territory, kid. Whyshould we let you go? You obviously wanted to pay us a visit.”
“No…no, please, I’m sorry, I just always walkhere when I go to the-“ he was cut off by a blow against his side, making himclutch his stomach with a wince.
Fuck…Ineed to get out of here, oh my god, they’re going to beat me up or kill me or-
“HEY!!!” a deep voice suddenly yelled andJimin breathed a sigh of relief as the guys around him turned towards theintruder. “Let the kid go” the voice continued with that same, soft andthreatening tone the other guy had used before.
Jimin finally caught a glance of his saviourand his eyes bulged when he recognized mint haired Min Yoongi, standing therewith his six tall friends.
“Come on, let him go” one of the guys aroundhim growled, before someone pushed him forwards so hard he fell on his kneesand scraped them on the rough asphalt.
“Fuck off, assholes” Min Yoongi spat again andJimin heard the sound of slowly retreating feet. “Hey, you okay, kid?”
Jimin looked up and quickly grabbed the handoffered to him, scrambling to his feet. “T-thank you” he stuttered, overwhelmedby standing right in front of Min Yoongi.
“No problem.”
“Hey, Yoongs!” one of the other’s friendscalled. “You got this?”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Joon, I’ll bring thisone home to make sure the assholes don’t follow him” Yoongi replied, withoutturning his gaze away from Jimin.
“Okay” his friend mumbled, before the group ofguys left, too.
“You sure you’re okay?” Yoongi asked, raisinghis eyebrows at him and Jimin quickly shook his head to snap out of it.
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Just a bit bruised, butnothing too bad.”
“Okay. Where do you live? I’ll bring you home.”
“Actually…I have to go to the store first,that’s why I walked this way…”
“Then we’ll go there first.”
“And he was so nice, you know?? AndJunghyun kept telling me to stay away from him, but Tae, Yoongi is so sweet. He walked to the store withme, carried the groceries for me and then brought me home and when I told momwhat happened and who he was, she invited him for dinner and he was blushing, Tae, it was so damn cute. Hestayed until ten and when he left he thanked mom for the food so politely andthen he smiled at me when he saidgoodbye. He smiled. And his smile isso pretty, Tae, you can’t even imagine. He’s so incredible” Jimin ranted,resting his head on his hand and dreamily staring off into the distance.
“Wow. You’re highkey whipped, my dear friend”Taehyung said dryly, patting Jimin’s shoulder in sympathy. “But I have afeeling you’re not the only one…he’s so nice to you. You really hit this softspot, Jiminnie, congrats!”
Jimin just glared at his best friend, beforestaring back off at nothing in particular, a soft little smile on his lips.Taehyung couldn’t do anything but shake his head at his best friend’sstupidity.
“Oh god, there he is.”
Jimin perked up and looked towards thecafeteria door, whole face brightening up when Yoongi stepped inside, followed byhis usual group of friends.
Yoongi’s small eyes searched the room and hesmiled when he saw Jimin, immediately changing his direction and walking up totheir table. “Hey” he greeted, sitting down in front of Jimin and thebrown-haired’s eyes bulged.
“H-hi.”
”How are you doing? Still bruised up?” Yoongiasked softly, lips twitching into a little smile.
Jimin couldn’t help but smile back and blushedat the other’s caring gaze. “I-I’m fine…mom got me patched up yesterday whenyou left, it’s just a few scratches.”
“Good. I was worried about you” Yoongi said.
Jimin slapped Taehyung’s shoulder withoutlooking away as his best friend let out a soft whistle at Yoongi’s words.
“That’s nice of you, but I’m doing well” Jiminsaid softly, kicking Taehyung’s leg under the table.
“That’s great. And…hey, I’ve been askingmyself…would you…uhm…go for some ice cream with me..? Today after school?”Yoongi asked, a light blush tainting his cheeks.
“Y-yeah, of course” Jimin breathed.
“Great. See you then, Jiminnie” Yoongi saidwith a little wink and got up to walk over to his friends.
Jimin just downright melted on the table.
“Did Min Yoongi just ask you out??” Taehyungsounded as surprised as Jimin felt.
“I think he did” Jimin breathed, beforeturning his head to press his mouth against his arms and squeal into the fabricof his sweater.
A/N: Thank you for the prompt!^^ I’m really sorry for the long break and i don’t have any excuses but uni and term papers and exams and my writer’s block T-T I’m sorry~ I hope this kind of makes up for the long wait, I’ll try to post the next stories faster!!