Can I just how happy I am? Yesterday, I got an email saying I was accepted. Accepted for what? Rap lessons. Yeah yeah, laugh all you want, but the teacher is my bias from my favorite group. The one and only, Min Suga! And today was the day. The start of the lessons that only lasted a week.

                  "Annyeonghaseyo~" I sat down, greeting the person next to me, who just scoffed and turned back to the person to her left with a scowl. Looking down, I felt my hair being ruffled. Looking back up, I saw a lopsided smile Suga. My breath caught in my throat and I turned pink.

                  "New student?" He tilt his head. 

                  "Ne," I replied quietly, my  face turning back to its normal tone when he removed his hand and sat in the empty chair next to me. 

                   "Then you must be (L/n) (Y/n)," he nodded, doing his usual lip bite.

                  "You know my name?" I didn't want to meet his eyes. It was so embarrassing. I knew if I met his eyes, I would stutter and mess up.

                   "I have a list of all of my students," he shrugged calmly, bringing out a small his phone and showing me a small list of names. Gee, I thought there'd be more people on the list. Now that I think about it, the room was quite empty.

                    "Ya! I see my name," I pointed at the screen excitedly.

                    "I just put it in this morning when I wrote you that email," he gave me a small smile. I returned him a smile, hearing that same girl scoff, before I heard her voice. It was happy and chirpy. 

                    "Yoongi~ when are we rapping?" 

                    Suga let out a frustrated groan, looking past me, giving the girl an annoyed look. "I told you to call me Suga. If I want you to call me Yoongi, I will tell you."

                     "You know you love me~" she giggled, then I could feel the glare she sent me before turning back to her friend.

                    "Who's that?" I tilt my head at the black haired rapper, who looked beyong stressed now.

                     "A girl whose been flirting with me from day one. She's not even that great of a rapper. She used to be amazing, until I said just a simple 'hi' to her," Suga stood up. "Don't let boys cloud your mind. You're an amazing rapper and you have potential."

                       Smiling at the compliment, I replied without thinking, "will do, Min Yoongi." Right when I said it, I covered my mouth, turning bright red.

                       He turned around, but had a small smile on his face, before chuckling, "You rule breaker." Suga knelt in front of me, shaking his head slightly, but still had a small smile. "You remind me so much of my Hyung and Dongsaengs. Keep calling me Yoongi." And then he ruffled me head, stood up, and grab a mic, standing in front of the class.

                        "We will start with--"

                         I wasn't listening anymore. I could only watch his lips move, and smile, making eye contact with him. He kept a straight face, and I searched his dark eyes before looking him up and down. His outfit was typical for him, his classic bad boy look.  He kept pushing his glasses up his nose as he read the papers, making him look like the old man he is. Giggling to myself at the thought.

                         "What're you laughing about," he gently flicked my forehead, and I could hear snickers from the girls next to me. 

                         "Your glasses kept falling off," I gave him a shy smile. "It was cute." I muttered the last part, hoping he wouldn't hear.

                         "Here's your sheet," he gently gave me a piece of paper in response. It was 'Agust D'.

                         Inspecting the rap, I looked up at him, "why do you want me to do this?"

                         He didn't reply, only bit his lip and walked off. The girl next to me leaned over my shoulder and gasped. "Why do you get one of Suga's raps?"

                         "Maybe because I follow directions?" I hummed at her.

                        "Yeah right. You broke one rule. Never call him Yoongi, yet he didn't yell at you. Another rule, always listening. I doubt you were listening on how you were checking him out," she shot back.

                        "Who was checking who out?" I already heard the rapper's voice. "Didn't I tell both of you to only focus on rapping?"

                        "It should be this new girl you're yelling at. While you were telling us what to do, she started checking you out. I saw her eyes," the female pointed at me, frowning. Of course, she doesn't want to get on any more of Suga's bad side.

                         "Is that so?" He frowned also, at both of us, before sighing. "Aish. Breaking two rules in one day. Come with me, (Y/n)."

                        The girl smirked proudly, and I sat up, nervously following Suga. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and I could hear whispering. 

                       Right when I got in the room, I was slammed against the door, making it shut. Turning to my side before looking in front of me, I could see everyone out of the window with their mouths wide open. I looked up with a gulp, meeting dark orbs. 

                         "Not even Yaehee has broken this many rules in one day, and she does everything she can to get my attention," Suga tsked, leaning in to the point I could feel his breath on my lips. "Didn't I tell you to not get distracted by boys, yet here you are, distracted and being distracting."

                        "How am I distracting?" I felt my face turn hot.

                         "Who can not notice a girl like you walk in to my class. Not even I could look away. And considering there are only three females, and the rest are males," he rested one arm beside my head and the other gripped my waist.

                         "Everyone, especially with the girl next to me around. She's the real stunning one," I shivered.

                         "Pshh, don't make me laugh," he smiled. I could feel the eyes of the others, and could see Suga did too as he fidgeted in his spot.

                         "I'm not trying to," I pursed my lips.

                         I guess wrong choice of words? Considering that before I could even point out my flaws, he instantly silenced me. I freaked out when I felt his lips. Turning away, breaking the kiss, I squeezed my eyes shut.

                         "I just me-"

                        He grabbed my chin gently yet forcefully, instantly connecting out lips again.

                       I tried to push him away, but after a while, I gave up, my arms falling to my sides, almost dropping the rap that was in my hand.

                        "See, that wasn't bad," he grabbed the sides of my hair, and I felt him put it in a ponytail.

                        Furrowing my eyebrows, I gaped at him. "Did the mean nothing?"

                         "Did you want it to mean something?" He tilt his head. 

                         "Okay, Mr. Suga, yes I did. That was my first kiss. It may be only the third time meeting you in person, but I don't want just a random kiss."

                          "You've meet me before?" He became slightly tense.

                         "I've been to BTS concerts," I rolled my eyes at him. 

                           "That's why you looked familiar," he smirked. 

                           "Whatever," I childishly turned away from him with a pout.

                          "Ya, don't be like that," he put both hands beside my head. "Maybe to make it up with you, how about I take you to dinner."

                           My eyes lit up, but I didn't let him see. "No. You stole my first kiss. I'd rather go with Jungkook."

                           "Whatever. If you cared so much about Jungkook, why did you take so much time talking to me at concerts?" He started tapping his foot.

                           "Dunno," I shrugged, but didn't look at him, until he grabbed my chin gently, making me look at him. 

                            "Fine. How about a movie?" 

                            "Uwa, you really aren't giving up, are you? What if I keep saying no?" I bit my lip so I didn't smile.

                            "Aish, you really are the one for Jungkook," I heard him mutter his breath. "I'm taking you to a movie anyways. Be ready by seven," and then he gently moved me away from the door and left. I could hear his class's shouts and questionings, and smiled to myself.

Sorry if Suga was out of character!