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(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞"( –ㅅ– ) Chapter 8
"Rank 2" is just a polite word for a loser.
Jeon Y/n didn’t transfer to Ashtonbury Academy to be second best. She came for the top spot. The only problem? Min Yoongi. To him, she’s an unwanted complication; to her, he’s the only wall left to climb.
He’s the obstacle. She’s the disaster. And in the game of who can hate the other more, who would win?
"You might beat me at other things, but you can’t beat me when it comes to hating you."
"You can never be sure, Yoongi. I might beat you in that too."
Pairing: Yoongi x FMC
Genre: High school au, fluff, academic rivals, enemies to ?
A/N: This is a reimagine of Muse (MYG) where Yoongi and Y/n are classmates.
Right… It was never enough. No matter how high I achieved, if I’m not the first, it means nothing. -Muse (Chapter 6)
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“Taehyung-ah… can you list all the things you hate about me?” I ask lifelessly as I lie down on the sofa, staring at our ceiling.
He clears his throat. “Well, first, you always question my presence here.”
I frown, throwing him a pillow. “I mean, it’s a little worrying how you’re always here—almost everyday!”
“Aww, you’re worried about me?” he teases as he rubs my chin. And with that I playfully attempt to bite his hand, making him quickly pull away. “Besides, you know I’m alone there.”
“Both are still on the night shift?”
He hums in response. “Nevermind that. Why are you even asking me about that hate thing?”
“Well, we’ve been friends for so long. You must have things you hate about me.”
“Hate is a big word…” He clicks his tongue. “But you surely annoy me sometimes.”
“For instance?”
“You used to steal my food. Always wanted to get treated,” he answers. “Annoying but tolerable. Other than that? Nothing that I can think of right now… Why? Did that guy say something to you?”
I glance at him and shake my head. “Nothing. I’m just curious about myself.”
It’s better to lie than admit it. That those simple remarks from a guy I just met bothers me—a lot.
How can he at least pretend to be nice to someone, and be a straight up jerk to me?
“Whatever the reason, don’t beat up yourself with it. You’re fine,” Taehyung reassures, playfully winking at me as he gives me a thumbs up.
His playfulness makes me smile, letting me forget the unfortunate event between me and that demon cat.
>>>
The next morning comes, and as usual, I do my routine. There’s nothing new today except for…
“Here’s your extra,” Mom says as she hands the lunch bag.
For a second, I only stare at her. What can I possibly do with that? I can’t just eat it since I have no plan on gaining so much weight. Though… I can’t pass up either. My mom made an effort on packing this.
“What? It looked like you’ve been really hungry—especially yesterday,” she says, looking amused. “Both lunchboxes were scraped up.”
“Oh it’s just…” I gulp as I take the bag from her. “Did you make it… cute again?”
“No, I didn’t have time. Do you want me to?”
“No, no, it’s perfect. This is perfect.” Chuckling awkwardly, I thank her, and bid my family goodbye.
The second I step out of our house, I text Jimin.
‘jm, mom packed an xtra lunch. want it?’
Without even a minute later, he replies.
‘depnds... is it 2 much?? cuz my mum packd me sum 2 lol’
‘sorta. she alwys fills my lnchbx.’
‘>~< no can do:/ im srsly tryin to lus w8’
‘T^T’
“What do I do with this now…” I say to myself as I hop on the bus.
Sitting by the window, I watch the streets pass by in a blur. Then, as we come to a halt, I see a cat stopping by to look back at me.
Should I… give it to the cat?
But before I can decide, the bus starts moving again. Leaving me no choice but to give it to another ‘cat’. The demon one.
>>>
Some of my classmates are already here inside of the classroom, except for… the person seated in the center. It’s a little odd to see Jimin here before him, knowing that my seatmate likes to be late.
I guess… he'll be Jimin today.
But this is much better than to hand him the lunch personally. Another lucky thing today is that everyone's busy chattering with one another. Even Jimin is gossiping with Hoseok. He once mentioned that they become close because they’re both members of A.M.C..
There’s no event nor activity yet in any guild I’ve joined, so I haven’t really met the other people. According also to Jimin, the-guy-who-must-not-be-named and I are the only ones in our year who are brave enough to join five guilds. Though, it’s not a wonder why. Our grades in this school year is the most crucial thing for us to get into the university we want. We have to keep our grades high—or at least passed. And with five guilds, it is true that it’ll be hard to juggle those.
Although, he’s been doing it for years—both active in academics and extracurriculars. If he can, then I can. Hundred times better.
While everyone is busy with each other, I slip my way to his seat. As I smoothly put down the lunchbag, I walk away, heading to my seat as if nothing happened. Luckily enough, no one noticed me.
It’s good to be a shadow sometimes.
>>>
The first few classes fly by in a blink of an eye. I didn’t even notice earlier how he reacted upon seeing my ‘gift’. Not that his reaction matters.
“Okay, class. For today, we’ll have a quiz,” Mr. Sun—our teacher in Research—announces that makes everyone gasp in panic and surprise. He chuckles at our reaction as he prepares the papers. “Don’t worry, it’s an easy one.”
”Is it multiple choice, sir?” Jaehyun asks loudly.
“No, it’s enumeration and identification.”
And with his reply, everyone groans and whines as most of us haven’t reviewed the lessons—yes, including me. I take a glance toward the palest boy in the room, and to my surprise, he looks defeated too.
”So this is what they meant by Mr. Sun’s surprise quizzes…” Jimin says as he fixes his glasses. “Did you review?”
”No…”
”Neither did I.”
We’re fucked.
Our teacher in front laughs whole-heartedly at us, seeming like our agony is his happiness.
“Did none of you really review our lessons? Not even you, Yoongi?” Mr. Sun asks.
The said boy just shamefully looks away in response.
“Aright.” He sighs, understanding our class’ situation. “I’ll be the one to adjust since it’s your first quiz.”
Everyone’s faces light up, and we cheer for our teacher.
“But! Here’s how it’ll go,” he adds, getting our attention immediately. “You will still answer this quiz—but in pairs. Huh? How’s that?” He grins proudly as he playfully raises the questionnaires.
“How did that make any difference when none of us review anyway?” My classmate who is sitting behind me—Cho—accidentally says her thoughts loud enough to hear.
”Well, who knows. Some of you might have knowledge stocked in the nook of your brain,” Mr. Sun teases instead. “Nonetheless, I’m giving you fifteen seconds to choose your partner. Timer starts now!”
I’d have a higher chance to pass this quiz if I partner myself with—
“Wanna be partners?” Jimin’s voice cuts off my thoughts.
”Oh-uhm—“
”Unless you already have a partner in mind,” he adds, smirking subtly at me.
”Nine… Eight… Seven…” Mr. Sun countdowns in the background.
Jimin’s smart too. We’ll pass this. I don’t need that devious cat.
“So?” The blondie tilts his head as he cocks his brow.
”Sure!” I huff out a laugh. “Who else would I be partnered with?”
He gives me a look before opening his mouth, making me quickly add, “And no, you don’t have to answer," just to shut him up.
Mr. Sun rings his bell to get our attention once again. Everyone settles down with their partners. Some are partnered with their friends, most are with their seatmate. As I observe the pairs, I catch a certain someone glancing at our way, and when our eyes meet, he quickly looks away.
Was he… considering me?
I shake off my thoughts—delusional thoughts. He would never consider me. He hates my overall existence to bear this period with me. Add the stress this quiz gives.
”Now that everyone’s settled,” Mr. Sun says. “Put everything away from your table. I should only see a pen and paper there.”
Putting my notebooks in my bag, I hear Jimin whisper, “He looked in our way.”
“Who did?” I play pretend as I compose myself.
”Yoongi.”
”So?”
”Hmm, nothing. Just letting you know,” he says as he smiles cheekily at me. “And also, he’s partnered with his Hoseok.”
”O..kay…?” I snort. “Why are you reporting things about him? I don’t need those infos.”
”Alrighty. If you say so.” His menacing smirk only makes me shake my head.
Soon, our teacher hands out the quiz papers. And before we start, Mr. Sun adds, “The duo to get the highest score, will get a Chip each. Good luck, and don’t cheat!”
With his last reminders, Jimin and I start to focus on the paper. Since I didn’t review at all, I’m going to put my faith in our retained knowledge from all the listening we did during past discussions.
“You answer questions one to twelve, and I do thirteen to twenty-five?” Jimin asks.
I nod in response. “Sure.”
As I read the questions, my mind quickly comes up with the answers.
Question 1: It is a process of systematic inquiry that entails collection of data.
I write down my answer—Research—on my scratch paper.
Question 2: The Middle French term for Research that means ‘to go about seeking’’.
“Uh… What was it ?” I murmur to myself before turning to ask Jimin. “What’s that french word? Rocher?”
“What? Isn’t that a chocolate brand?”
“Wait, you’re right.” I put my lips together on a thin line as I realize my foolishness.
Jimin, on the other hand, chuckles at me. “It’s Recherche.”
“Got it.”
Question 3: It’s an original investigation undertaken using knowledge—
Applied research.
Question 4: It uses non-numerical data—
Qualitative research.
Question 5: A kind of quantitative research that aims to evaluate interventions but that do not use randomization.
Qui… Quo… Qua—Quasi-experimental…? Yep, that’s it. Maybe.
Then after these questions, I move to the next set which is the enumeration part.
Give the 7 steps in the Research Process.
“Hmm… Ah!”
(1. Identify the problem.
2.
3.
4. Collect data.
5. Analyze data.
6.
7. Present findings.)
Not knowing the answer, I turn to my seatmate. “Jimin-ah, do you know this?”
His face is distorted, plump lips pouting even more. A low grunt escapes him before replying, “I don’t. I’m also stuck with these questions.” He points at the numbers eighteen, nineteen, twenty-two, and twenty-five.
Combining the questions we skipped, there are seven items. We have no idea what the answers are and the clock is ticking. I glance at the numbers he mentioned, and an imaginary bulb lights up beside my head.
“Number nineteen is Concurrent Triangulation.”
“Oh, okay.” Jimin writes it down on his scratch paper. “Six left.”
“Five minutes!” Mr. Sun announces, making everyone rush even more.
“Uh uhm…” I take a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. “I’m going to transfer our answers while we think.” With that, I take his scratch paper too, and start writing them on the test paper.
Moments pass by, it’s now time to submit our papers. My hands are so sweaty from all the nervousness and frustration the test gave me.
Jimin taps my shoulder, making me look at him. “You alright?” he asks as he gives me a small smile.
“Yeah. It’s just—” A chuckle escapes me. “We literally made up answers for those six questions.”
“What’s wrong with common sense as the answer for the researcher’s guide?” He jokes, playing dumb as he pouts while shrugging.
I only laugh and shake my head in response.
As Mr. Sun collects our papers, he switches them per row so we can check now. The paper that lands on us is Bomin and Dohee’s.
When I first came here, I thought that this class is only full of academically excellent students, but they proved me wrong.
“Does everyone have a paper to check?” Mr. Sun asks out loud, and we say ‘yes’ in unison as a response. “Okay, number one—Research. Two—Recherche. Three—” He continues on saying the correct answers, and everyone stays quiet while checking.
Probably praying to pass at least.
Once we’re done, we’re told to give the test papers back to the owners. The second our paper lands in our hands, we shout in triumph.
“Twenty-one!!” I high-five Jimin and jump along with him in excitement.
“Can’t believe the answers we just guessed are right!” He laughs, eyes crinkling from the unexpected outcome.
“Ahem.” We hear Mr. Sun clears his throat, making us settle down and just quietly enjoy our score.
We passed!!
“So how’s your score? Aside from Jimin and Y/n who obviously passed,” Mr. Sun teases.
“Might as well be chump change,” someone answers.
Our teacher laughs as he gets the pile of papers he asked to collect. “So now you know that you should always be prepared for my subject. There’s always next time.”
“Nah, I’ll drop out,” another one jokes.
“Anyhow, let’s see who got the highest.” Mr. Sun composes himself. “Scores twenty and above?”
Jimin and I immediately raise our hands, and from my seat, I can also see Yoongi and Hoseok raising theirs. We’re the only pair with raised hands—but, the only difference between us, he doesn’t seem happy.
“Just them? Mhm, what’s your score Park?” Mr. Sun asks.
“Twenty-one,” Jimin proudly replies.
“And you, Yoongi?”
“Twenty,” he says flatly, obviously annoyed.
Mr. Sun nods. “Not bad, but not enough.”
A hint of indignation hits me as he says those words—and it’s not even for me. The joy in me suddenly falls a little.
And I don’t know why.
The balding man sighs, and takes his Chip collection in his bag. “As for the winners, here are your Chips.”
In contrast to Jimin's excitement as he walks, I stride my way to him with a straight face. I take the Chip without giving him regards of any sort.
As we settle back, he bids everyone a goodbye while all I’m looking at is the boy’s face looking so dismissively glum.
It was just a test…
>>>
It’s lunchtime now, and as usual, I’m going to eat here alone in the classroom. I have to finish my notes after all. Our math teacher doesn’t give lectures, but instead, she prefers that we take down notes.
“Eating alone again?” His mocking voice reaches my ears, making me turn my head toward him. “Loner.”
”Loser,” I bite back. “Why are you even still here?”
He mumbles something I can’t quite catch before almost shoving the lunchbag to my face. “Because of this.” Pulling it back, he sits in front of me. “Just so you know, my parents also feed me well. I just prefer buying food in the cafeteria ‘cause it’s less hassle.”
Not that I prefer giving you that either.
“But you do realize that you can eat that without… sitting here,” I reply as I give him a weird look.
”Mhm, I wish.” He then glances somewhere and smiles, bowing politely even.
I follow his gaze, and I see Mrs. Choi smiling giddily at us before walking away.
“She asked me again,” he says through gritted teeth—keeping his grin until he makes sure she’s gone. Just like that, his scowling face goes back.
Turning to my food, I chuckle a little at his absurdity. “Such a people pleaser.”
“Says the other people-pleaser,” he smugly replies as he opens the lunchbox.
”Wha—I am not.”
”Volunteering to write the whole lecture on the board without exemption on it, and only getting one Chip? Sad,” he says sarcastically, referring to what happened in our Chemistry class where we’re literally the only ones who volunteered.
”You’re just jealous ‘cause the teacher chose me. Not you.” I mockingly smile at him before sighing at the realization that comes in my mind. “But yeah, we’re kinda pathetic for volunteering for that.”
”He could’ve at least made an exemption. That was a long lecture.”
”Right?! My hand hurt after writing actually, pfft.”
”It’s not any better writing it in a notebook. My hand was sore!”
I hold back my laugh at the sight of Yoongi’s pouty look while complaining. Good thing I manage to do so.
”Then safe to say, it’s not worth it?”
“Yep, not worth it at all.”
I can’t believe we’re agreeing on something. And just how miserable we are to have something in common—and that is being a people-pleaser.
>>>
After school, Yoongi and I have our practice. Nothing special happens. We bicker, we dance, we bicker, we dance, we bicker, we—practically a loop of bantering and dancing. But in my head, I keep scolding myself for feeling things whenever he looks at me. Almost gazing softly—though it can be just my delusions. I might be schizophrenic .
But how can I not feel anything when he holds me so close and his voice is so smooth and his smell is so good and his existence itself is alluring that even my sentence right now has so many ‘and’s because beside him—I think I’m going insane.
(MYG POV)
"I have really gone mental..."
A/N: Idk why but I feel like this is just a filler chap lmao. Also, I'm really sorry for not updating that much, I've been really feeling restless nowadays. I've been so busy that I use my free time to doomscroll and sleep. My story ideas are also... meh. I'm going through a slump again, I think. I mean, the ideas are there, but when it's time to write, I just really feel sleepy and unmotivated. Idk why. Anyways, I'm just letting you know that I'm really sorry for not updating every week as I usually do. I'm trying to work at a slow but steady pace so I won't publish half-assed stories lol.
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