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The male stared forward blankly, his chin on his palm as he faced the white board. His mint colored hair covering his eyes. He moved his head to move his bangs from his eyes. Silver earrings hang from his ears with a lip piercing on his bottom pouty lip. The same dull grey uniform and the same empty notebook he had out. Rings covered his pale fingers, a silver necklace hanging loosely from his neck. His pencil in his free hand, his tongue licking over his dry lips. His ebony eyes lazily stared forward before landing on the female in front of him.

She sat up straight, her eyes completely focus on the lesson. Her posture poised and proper unlike his. No piercings or jewelry unlike him who was just milking in them. No bright color hair dye in her hair just smooth and curly. Her glasses rest on her nose while he had to squint at the board or be wearing his blue contacts. Her notebook filled with notes and different shades of colors while his remained empty. He had black converse while she wore brown dress shoes that was part of her uniform. He had a large dragon tattoo hugging around his throat and a date '6/13' imprinted on his pale finger. Her skin remained completely untainted, smooth and soft and she would always smell like strawberries while he smelled like mint and the ocean breeze.

So different yet, the male had the biggest crush on her. She was the ace in the school while he was some kid who caused a lot of trouble and his grades were terrible. Detention was basically his second home and his grades were crying. He could careless really, she on the other hand had good grades, ace every test and never even had the word detention in her vocabulary. She was terribly shy and kept to herself, while he had a whole group of friends and every single girl would swoon over him. Again, like he cared really. All his focus was on her. He could careless about those girls when there was a pretty one sitting in front of him, nibbling the tip of her pencil in thought. Oh to be her boyfriend and her pencil in that case.

"Min Yoongi!"

The said male blinked, forcing to look away from the female to look at the angry teacher. He rolled his eyes, hating the angry old man pulling him out of his daydream.

"What?"

"You should stop staring at nothing and pay attention! Your grades are absolutely terrible!" The old man yelled. Yoongi scoffed, leaning back into his chair with a dry chuckle.

"I wasn't staring at nothing." His eyes flicker towards the girl in front of him. She now turned towards his direction, her eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head towards the side. Her eyes warm and filled with curiosity. Yoongi winked at her the moment their eyes met. A small squeak escapes her lips on accident, quickly turning her head around. Her face felt hot out of sudden, hanging her head low as she gripped her skirt and shuffled in her seat. A smile unknowingly made its way on his lips but soon fade hearing the teacher yell once again.

"I don't care what you were looking at! Your disrespectful as usual Min Yoongi!"

"That's what all you teachers say I swear, you all nothing better to do but argue with a minor." Yoongi snort, waving the teacher off as he was a fly buzzing in his ear annoyingly.

"Why you little bi-"

The teacher raised his hand only for the girl to speak up with worry.

"If it helps Mr Lee! I could tutor Yoongi!" She spoke urgently. If anything this was a daily occurrence. Yoongi always argued with the teacher and they in return would react 10 times more worse. It honestly just got annoying at this point. Nothing ever got done and more homework was always assign. If anything, Y/n wanted to avoid that. Exams were coming up soon and she rather study about that than receive more homework. Also the fact she didn't want him to get in anymore trouble. He didn't need any bruises on his pale skin anymore.

"You Ms Kim?"

"Yes! Is that fine with you Yoongi?" Y/n asked, her eyes urging him to agree. Not like he wouldn't, he rarely ever sees her outside of the classroom and if it meant being alone with her, he would gladly agree.

"Sure." Yoongi shrug, trying to calm his racing his heart. His expression was blank but on the inside he was internally panicking. His heart wasn't helping either as it raced through his chest as if he was running. One of the many reasons he crushed on her was the way she stood up for people. Especially someone like him. It wasn't their first time meeting. She's the older sister of one of his friends. But she rarely ever shows herself in front of them. She's usually locked in her room studying of whatever. Yoongi wasn't too sure honestly. There could be screaming in the living room and Y/n still wouldn't come out. That's just how loud they were so perhaps she was used to it at this point.

"Very well. I better see some improvement Mr Min." The teacher fixed his tie before facing the board again. Yoongi rolled his eyes, slouching on the chair with his legs spread. He really could careless. But his gaze went back to Y/n. She now was facing the board again and writing down on her notebook. His lips twitched into a smile. He was going to be studying with Y/n. Oh how his heart could burst. It was racing with excitement.

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"Aww~ Yoongi is finally making a move on Y/n~" the older male teased. Yoongi slapped his floating hand away with a frown.

"What are you even talking about Seokjin Hyung? We're just studying together not going on a date!" Yoongi snapped, shoving his hands in his pockets. His cheeks turned slightly pink of the teasing. Seokjin cooed at his friend, grinning from ear to ear. Oh how Yoongi wanted to slap that smile off his face. Everyone in his friend group were aware of his crush on the smartest girl in his grade. Hell even her brother was aware. They teased him since his whole appearance didn't seem to match with hers. He was even in a band with her younger brother. He looked like a rock band member while she looked like she belonged in a prestigious school.

"Does Namjoon know you have a date with his older sister?" Seokjin teased, running his fingers through his freshly dyed lavender hair. Yoongi tensed at his question. As much as he has a soft for the younger male, he also was extremely timid towards his tall figure. He was tall and overprotective of his older sister. They weren't really biologically related, in fact she was adopted by his parents when her parents passed away. Her parents and his were great friends so when they passed away, they immediately took her in.

But when she got older and more quiet, she was more a target to bullies. When Namjoon suddenly got his growth spurt, he was able to scare every single of them away. Since then he's more hesitant to let anyone hang around her. He's also bluntly aware his childhood friend has a huge crush on her. Whenever it's mention he would always glare at the said male causing him to tense. Like right now, just the more thought caused him to tensed again.

"I'm taking that as a no. You better tell him or he'll kick you out of the band." Seokjin warned. Yoongi slide glare him with a huff.

"He won't go to that extreme. Would he?"

Seokjin laughed and shrugged, once again running his fingers through his hair.

"Who knows? I've never tried dating my friends older sister." Seokjin chuckled. Yoongi frowned, shoving his Hyung.

"Your so annoying. I'm not dating her! We're just studying!"

"Yeah, yeah whatever same thing."

"But jokes aside, you better tell him. He won't hesitate to bury your body in the Han River. He already hates it when we mention your crush in front of him. Which I just don't understand, out of all the beautiful ladies in school, why her?"

Yoongi licked his lips as he stared forward. He just wanted to tell the older male off but it just left him thinking. He could come up with a five paragraph essay on why likes her. But he wasn't even sure when he started liking her. He nibble on his lip, letting that cold metal touched his tongue.

'Ah that's when.'

Yoongi chuckled quietly to himself, finally remembering when he fell for her. It was a cold raining day nothing special really. Yoongi still remembered how heavy the rain fell, it soaked him head to toe. He was running late to his piano lessons. He had to be about ten years old when this happened. Ironically Y/n took the same classes. To him piano was the only thing that escaped him from his horrible life back at home. Yoongi ran in the room with rain dripping from his small body. He was pale with the tips of cheeks and nose bright red. He remembers the teacher scolding at him.

He remembered remaining silent while she threatened to kick him out of class if he was late again. Y/n was sitting in the front, her knees buckled together with her skirt up to her knees. A pink bow held some pieces of her hair up. A pink pullover tucked in nicely with her skirt. Her cute dress shoes shifting underneath her. Yoongi remembered looking up only to stare at her. She was so shy, trying to make herself small in her seat with how her shoulders hunched together. She nervously played with her skirt. It looked like she wanted to say something. But it never came out.

Yoongi was forced to sit next to her. Not like he really cared. He didn't even realize who's sister she was so he ignored her. When it was time to play the piano, he remembered sitting in his seat, his fingers hovering to play the tune only to stop midway when he heard her play. He blinked, now facing the girl next to him. She played so gracefully and the melody felt like honey to his ears. His lips parted in shock, not really expecting her to play so beautifully. His eyes could never stray away from her form. The way she closed her eyes and let her fingers dance into be keyboard caused him to blush. He was red, his hands closing into fists as he stared at her in awe. Something in his heart fluttering at the sight.

His first love was playing the very thing he loved.

Ever since then, he's been whipped. He found out her name, her personality, her family mostly because Namjoon mentioned it one day and it took him by surprise. He admired her a lot and crushed on her heavily. She was sweet and caring, so many things he didn't even know he liked in a girl. So who needs those other girls when he had her? The sweet Angel in his class.

"Yoongi!"

Yoongi blinked, his long slender fingers hovering over his electric guitar, his guitar pick not moving. His electric guitar was blue with black surrounding the outline. A bunch of stickers and important dates imprinted on the guitar. But a large blue butterfly was near the tip of the guitar near the head of the guitar. It was a gift from Y/n they all revived when they started. And it was something Yoongi treasured a lot.

"You missed the note again!"

Yoongi turned his head to face the drummer which was Seokjin. His brows furrowed with a visible frown on his plump lips. Seokjin pulled his hair back to expose his forehead while dressed in leather jeans and a basic black shirt tucked in his jeans. His drum set was all black with the same butterfly but pink set in front of the main drum.

Yoongi was wearing an outfit similar but instead had a white shirt tucked in his leather jeans and rubber boots on his feet. His tattoos were much more prominent on his skin. The same dragon that hugged his throat trialed down to his bicep along with writing that said 'daechwita' and along with music symbols. He pulled his lips into a thin line.

"Sorry I dozed out."

"Yeah you've been doing a lot of that lately." That voice immediately made him tense knowing exactly who that was. Yoongi whipped his head towards Namjoon. Namjoon stood with his bass guitar in hands. His blonde undercut parted in the middle to expose his forehead. The tips of his hair were bright pink. He wore a leather jacket and leather pants with a white T-shirt underneath his jacket. In the back of his jacket was pink paint smeared that said 'BTS'. A black choker was wrapped around his neck. His tattoos was a moon and stars that hugged his neck and right arm. The same '6/13' imprinted on his knuckle. His guitar was a lighter shade of blue and white than Yoongi's. The bright baby blue butterfly on the head of his bass.

He was frowning, suggesting he knew why Yoongi was spacing out. Yoongi heard someone whistle causing him to turn his head to face Hoseok. Hoseok was leaning against his keyboard with a grin. His orange hair parted in the middle to expose a skim of his forehead. He was wearing black ripped jeans and a white shirt with his leather jacket hanging loosely on his shoulder. He had a black choker around his neck and a lip ring on his grinning lips. His combat boots underneath the keyboard. His tattoo was some clouds and a sun along with several roses itching down his arm. His idea was since him and Namjoon were polar opposites, they were like the sun and moon. Hence his tattoo. He had the same butterfly as the other three by his keyboard keys but it was yellow.

"I bet he's thinking about Y/n." Hoseok chuckled. Namjoon glared at his friend, gripping his bass guitar. He narrowed his eyes at Hoseok to shut up. But Hoseok merely ignored it.

"Come on, why else would he be spacing out? Definitely not about whether or not he had homework or not. That's just you Joon." Hoseok grinned.

"I am not. Look I just dazed out a bit. But I was not thinking about Y/n. Can we get back to practicing?"

"We've been trying to practice but you keep thinking about your study date with Y/n." Seokjin huffed, leaning back on his seat. Now his tattoo more prominent. The roses hugged his neck down to his knuckle again with the same date imprinted on his left hand. He gently tapped his drumsticks against his drums not realizing the mess he just caused.

"His WHAT?"

"Hyung got a date?" A new voice piped in nearly scaring Yoongi. He turned his head and sighed in relief, assured it wasn't someone he didn't know. Jimin was standing near the doorway from the garage. His bright orange hair sticking out like a sore thumb. He was wearing a bright blue leather jacket and jeans. His red converse and black choker stood out. His own guitar was behind him as he carried it behind his shoulder. He only had a small tattoo of a playing card on his neck, and another small one on his knuckle which again was just the same date. His hair was messy but it seem he didn't care. The same butterfly was put into a necklace and it's color was orange like his bright hair.

"No! I don't have a date! Seokjin is just speaking out of his a**  again." Yoongi snort.

"I beg to differ." Seokjin grinned, pointing at the said male with his drumstick. Jimin walked in to set up his guitar while Yoongi glared at the older male.

"Don't start this Hyung! It's not a date and that's that!" Yoongi growled.

"Isn't it the same thing though? Studying with her and being on a date with her?" Seokjin shrugged. He honestly was just adding more fuel to the fire and he didn't care.

"Your being alone with her either way."

"Studying? What is Hyung talking about?" Namjoon asked, now crossing his arms over his chest. Yoongi sighed, ruffling his already messy hair. He then rubbed behind his neck with pink dusting his cheeks.

"Y/n is tutoring me for Chemistry. She volunteered before you get the wrong idea. You guys should know I don't even have the guts to speak to her."

"Well that's true!"

Taehyung happily skipped in the garage. His brown hair with green highlights bouncing along with him. His green microphone twirling in his hand, as he twirled the cord in his other hand. He was wearing a pink jacket and ripped jeans. His tattoo was skulls and flowers hugging around his throat and spread to his arm. Behind his jacket with black smeared paint said 'BTS', similar to Namjoon's. His combat boots squeaking as he skipped in. His own butterfly which was green, dangle from his mic.

"Hey Tae."

"Hey Jimin!" Taehyung greeted with a beaming smile.

"Well either way, you shouldn't be allow alone with her." Namjoon said with a frown. Yoongi rolled his eyes, his fingers playing with the guitar strings.

"Joon it's not like we're doing anything weird. We're just studying she's literally gonna be my tutor that's all nothing less and nothing more. I'm already aware she doesn't like me like that." Yoongi shrugged.

"I say she does!" Jungkook walked in with his famous bunny smile. One hand holding a speaker while the other held his purple microphone. The same butterfly but purple was wrapped around the mic but enough room for him to grip the mic. He just had plain brown hair but with pink highlights similar to Namjoon. A red sparkling jacket with a white t shirt and black jeans is what he wore. He didn't have anything tattoos besides the date on his knuckle otherwise his parents would kill him for having one. He placed the speaker down to run towards Yoongi with beaming eyes.

"You should ask her out Hyung!" Jungkook suggested happily. Namjoon immediately tugged Jungkook back by the collar of his jacket.

"No he's not. He knows better to ask Noona out. She has too many things to worry about that doesn't involve dating. She has exams, getting accepted into prestigious schools she has no time for dating Kook." Namjoon snort. Jungkook's pouted, looking down on his mic. His fingers playing with the butterfly.

"But what if she doesn't want to go to fancy schools? What if she wants to date?" Jungkook mumbled. Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest with a scoff.

"Of course she wants to go to prestigious schools. She has the brains for it so she should go. Not everyone has the opportunity. Besides with her grades she capable to enter any school she pleases. She has no time for silly things like dating."

"Well it's not really your decision to make. It's hers. If she wants to date then let her date. She's older than you Namjoon not the other way around." Seokjin said, leaning against his drum set. He looked a bit irritated at what Namjoon said. Yoongi tried to remain emotionless but it was getting kinda of hard too.

"I'm just looking out for her. She has more important things to do besides dating, like studying. Being able to ace her exams-"

"That sounds more like your dream if anything. Not hers."

Yoongi immediately regret his response seeing his brown eyes glare down at the boy. He tensed but refused to back down. His own ebony eyes glaring wholes.

"I already had my chance and decided to be this for your sake. I quit my education to have a career with you. Don't you dare put me in the spot. I'm just making sure she doesn't end up like you." Namjoon seethed. Everyone in the room grew quiet. Yoongi felt his own heart sank at his words but refused to show any emotion.

"And she certainly doesn't need to date someone like you, poor and barely have an education." Namjoon added, walking towards him to point at his chest. Yoongi swallowed his hurt down and scoffed at his words.

"Yoongi-"

"Your right. Which is exactly why I haven't even bother to ask her out. She's too good for me. She's too smart for me. She has her whole life planned ahead of her unlike me. I'm aware, but damn Namjoon if you wanted to achieve your dream then achieve them. I think I know out of everyone in this room that you should achieve your dream not someone's else's. But your right, I have no future. And you know what? This band is over. I quit." Yoongi took off his guitar, slipping in his leather jacket and placing his guitar back in his bag. Jungkook scrambled to his Hyung.

"Wait but Hyung-"

Yoongi ignored him and placed the bag over his shoulder. He didn't even bat an eye as everyone stared at him. He slipped through the exit with Jungkook trying to reach for him.

Yoongi hopped in his car as Jungkook banged on his door. He placed his guitar carefully in the back seat before starting the car. Taehyung was right behind trying to pull him back from being run over. Though no matter how mad Yoongi was, he would never hurt Jungkook. Even as he drove out, he was careful not to run Jungkook over. He ignored the screaming of Jungkook and drove off.

His heart sank in guilt but he was too mad and hurt to turn back. Sometimes he really wonder why he was even friends with Namjoon in the first place. He could be such an idiot or just plain cruel. He gripped the sterling wheel with a clenched jaw. He was such a jerk for no reason. Yoongi had every right to be a jerk and yet, he can't even raise his voice at them. At any of them. He's too soft for them. Even that idiot Namjoon. And maybe that's what made Yoongi more pissed than usual, why couldn't he just yell at them?

"Because your parents did it so much you just hate doing it." Yoongi dryly chuckled at his words. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He may look the part but Yoongi has never hurt a single soul. He's too soft for all of them and too much of a pushover to hurt anyone. He honestly blame his parents for not being able to rage like a regular teenager. That would be nice for once.

"I'll just tell Y/n to forget about it. I don't want Namjoon prying in our business anyway. God I wish I never crushed on her. Then none of this stupid nonsense would've happened."

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Y/n finally stopped her three hour studying and sighed in relief. She leaned back on her chair with a huge smile. Her mind playing back from earlier, she squealed at the thought. Why didn't she think of this sooner? Alone time with the Min Yoongi. Oh that made her heart race. Even though it's just studying, it's honestly better than anything. Namjoon already told her she's not allow to leave her room when his friends are here. But Yoongi now has to be in her room for them to study together.

Y/n giggled to herself, hugging her large dragon plushie. She hid her face into it with a wide smile. She was smiling so much her cheeks started to hurt. But she couldn't help it, she was finally being alone with Yoongi her long time crush. She always wonder if he liked her back just because sometimes during school hours, whenever their eyes met he would wink at her. That alone made her heart swoon.

"I really hope he does. He's so handsome and polite." Y/n giggled, squeezing her dragon even tighter.

"Ah! I'm sorry Suga! It's just I can't stop thinking about him! He's so sweet and kind and ugh handsome." Y/n sighed happily, loosening her grip on the dragon. She suddenly bounced up, an idea coming out of nowhere.

"Just a peek. I'm sure Namjoon won't even notice besides if he asks then I'll just tell him I finished." Y/n hummed. She quickly patted down her black pullover and fixed her hair real quick. She pushed up her glasses before stopping in the mirror.

"I wonder if Yoongi likes nerdy girls? I'm not really attractive but! I could give him answers to his homework!" Y/n beamed. She then rushed out of her room, running down the stairs and slipping to the entrance of the garage. She quietly tipped toed near the doorframe trying to listen for anything. But the first thing she realized was the lack of music playing. She blinked, freezing in her steps.

"You know Namjoon your such an a**hat!" She heard Seokjin growl out.

"Me?! He's the one that came up with a response like that?! Like I'm doing everything in my power to give Y/n a good future!" She heard Namjoon shout back. That seem to set off Seokjin as he banged on his drum set.

"That's not your place! She's the one older not the other way around Namjoon!" This time she heard Hoseok yell. Y/n immediately shifted in her spot not liking this conversation.

"Okay but do you know how much crap she went through!? Bullied for just being smart?!"

"Okay and you don't think Yoongi went through the same thing?! We've been friends with him for years we should know!"

"Hey Hyungs please we shouldn't argue-" Jimin was cut off almost immediately causing him to tense and step back.

"Well Y/n shouldn't date someone like him!"

"Is that why you lock her in her room?! Because you know she likes him!?" Seokjin was growling out at this point, and she heard something crash. Y/n assume he threw something but his statement caused her to freeze. She felt the room grow even more tense than before.

Namjoon knows she likes him. And not just him but everyone did.

"I'm right aren't I?" Seokjin sounded out of breathe but she could hear the anger run through him. Y/n stayed silent, gripping her wrist with wide eyes.

"And? It's the exact reason to keep her away from him. Do you know how many people found out and made fun of her? Come Hyung you know how popular Yoongi is."

"Doesn't mean he bats an eye at them. You know his only focus is Noona." Jungkook spoke up. Everyone stiffen at his sudden response.

"We all know Hyung likes her a lot. We all know how much he's been wanting to date her. We all know how long he's been crushing on her. But Hyung probably doesn't feel worthy of her because of how great she is. He kinda implied it when he was here. You don't make it any better with you saying she shouldn't date someone from his background. We all know what he went through and it really isn't fair. It's Noona's decision not yours nor ours. We get it your only protecting her but if they like each other then they should date. Poor Hyung is hurting a lot." Jungkook sighed, playing with his microphone that was still in his hands. Y/n felt her heart race, heating raising up towards her cheeks. She suddenly felt hot and embarrassed. But mostly angry.

Yoongi liked her? Really? Her? But her brother didn't approve it. That kinda pissed her off. It's her life not his. She should date who she wants. She's older not him. But at the same time, she gets where he's coming from. However, that's not gonna stop her from going after him. Y/n ran out of the garage, snatching one of the bikes they had scaring the boys.

"Y/n!-"

"Yes Girl go get him!"

"He's probably by the river!"

"No Y/n! Stay here-"

"Don't listen to him! Go Y/n!"

Y/n didn't even need to be told twice as she paddled fast to leave the large garage. All she heard was shouts of encouragement and one shout of protest. Her legs paddle the hardest they could, her breathing growing ragged, sweat dripped from her forehead.

She stared forward, making sure to not get run over or run over people. This is probably the most she ever worked out. But boy was her heart racing. She was looking for a certain beat up liking black car. But there hasn't been any sign of it. For all she knows, he either at home or one of his secret hideouts only the others know about.

She wanted to whine, just why did her brother keep her away from him? If she was much closer towards him, maybe she wouldn't be in such a tough spot right now. And she left in a hurry so she didn't bring her phone to call anyone. Better hope she doesn't get lost or it rains because that would suck a lot. Then finally, one of the members voiced ringed in her head as she paddled even faster with her burning legs.

"He's probably by the river!"

Y/n stepped on her breaks with ragged breaths. The bike halt creating a screech sound. She pulled her sleeves up and her glasses up. She looked up at the street names.

"Right he's probably at the river! His favorite spot!" Y/n whipped her head towards the right. She bounced back on her bike, starting to paddle even harder with her burning lungs and crying legs. Just as if her luck could get any worse than has been, she felt something wet hit her nose. Y/n glanced up only for another drop fall on her forehead. Then another, and another before the clouds started to cry and let out buckets of water out of the sky. Y/n nearly shook off the rain and continued to paddle.

Her squinted eyes finally spot the river which wasn't too far from her. Her eyes lit up, now completely drenched in water from the rain. Her hair wet and damped. She paid no attention and only focused on the road ahead of her.

Bad move.

Since she wasn't paying attention where she was going, her tires slid and caused her to crash into a lamppost. Y/n was thrown off her bike, crashing into the hard cement. Puddles drenched her clothing even further. She hissed, her glasses far from her and her tears blurred her vision. She was wet.

Y/n tried staying up, only for sudden pain come from her ankle. Y/n wailed out in pain feeling the sudden pain surge through her pains. She whipped her head towards her ankle. It was twisted in unnatural way. Y/n breathed heavily, most likely from paddling too hard and because she was starting to hyperventilate. She was wet, in the middle of no where and twisted her ankle terrible to the point she can't get up. No phone, just stranded on the sidewalk. Better that than the street she supposed.

A car passed her, shining it's light on her before it disappeared. Y/n chewed her lip, propping her body up with her elbows. She cried out in pain with the slight movement she caused her ankle. She started crying, looking down as rain and tears left her cheeks. It hurt and she was alone. Her body started to shake and her breath got more ragged from how bad she was hyperventilating.

"Y/n?"

Y/n looked up with blurred vision. She blinked away her tears but they wouldn't stop coming out of her eyes. It then occurred too her, blood was running down her forehead and dripping down her chin. The said person moved closer towards her face in worry. She was finally able to see the person. Yoongi's hair was damped most likely from the rain, his eyes stared at most likely the blood coming out of her head.

"Oh my god! What happen! No what are you doing here!?" He said, gently helping her to sit up straight. She didn't answer, her breath just getting more heavier and her body couldn't stop shaking. His arm was around her back causing her to lean against it. She was slowly curling into a ball. Yoongi immediately noticed this, taking her hand into his larger one.

"Hey it's okay. Come on breathe. Like this-" Yoongi inhaled through his nose and exhale through his nose. Y/n looked at him, trying to focus on what he was telling her.

"Come on. Nice and easy with the breathing. It's gonna be okay. Look I'll do with it you." Yoongi once again demonstrated the action. Y/n tried to copy his actions, trying to match his breathing. After a couple of breathes, her body relaxed into his arms. Her face hiding into his chest. Yoongi gently lift her up, careful with her twisted ankle, entering into the front seat of his car. Y/n limped against the chair, her eyes hooded and tired. Yoongi placed the bike in the truck on the car, grabbed her glasses and went inside his car with her.

"Here you go." He gave her glasses and grabbing a towel he had in his cad and handling it to her.

"Here, dry yourself out." Y/n only stared at him tiredly. Her body too drained to even grab the towel in his hands.

"Nevermind I'll just do it." Yoongi reached over to gently dry her damped hair. She stood still as he continued to dry her hair then moved to her clothing. Once done, he placed the towel around her neck in case she wanted to dry her hair again.

"W-What about you?"

"Nah I'm fine. My hair will dry in no time." He reassured with a smile. Y/n flickered to his soaked hair. She realized the ends of his hair was curled and bounced up making it appear he had a perm. Y/n giggled a little, reaching out to gently tug on it. That caught off Yoongi by surprise. His pale skin dusted pink across his cheeks.

"You have naturally curly hair. I would've never guessed." She giggled. Yoongi coughed, averting his ebony eyes towards the steering wheel.

"Yeah well it's a pain to keep so I usually just brush it until it's flat, but sometimes that doesn't even work. Either way it's a pain to maintain it." Yoongi explained quietly, his cheeks growing redder as her hands ran through his wet hair. Y/n leaned closer towards him, her hands working their magic as she continued to comb through his hair.

"I like it this way. You look cute."

Yoongi felt his chest grow warm and race. Him? Cute? He never really thought nor believed he was in any shape or form cute. Scary yes, handsome perhaps but cute? That was something he rarely heard.

"Me?"

"Of course." Y/n beamed but once her eyes caught his burning cheeks she immediately retreated her hand with a squeak. She just remembered the conversation her brother and his friends were having.

Yoongi liked her.

And she liked him back.

Y/n swallowed, the back of her neck burning in embarrassment. She seated in her seat, hiding her lips and nose in the wet towel. Now she was the flustered one. Yoongi chewed his lip, trying to bite back a smile. She looked so adorable despite her wet hair and soaked attire.

Yoongi bubbles into laughter, his gums showing from how hard he was laughing. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, confused at his sudden burst.

"Um Yoongi? What's funny?"

Yoongi leaned his head back into the chair. A smile refusing to leave his lips. His hooded eyes flickered towards her confused figure. Y/n had to do everything in her power to not stare at his neck where his adam apple bounced in his throat. But that just made her even more flustered, her cheeks heating up and leaving her hot. Now her face and body was burning.

"You called me cute when your the cute one. I know I probably shouldn't flirt with my friends sister, but your the one that started this by calling me cute." He was now leaning close to her face. Y/n froze, her eyes growing slightly wide. But she didn't lean back not that she wanted to anyway.

"But you are cute." She mumbled, not realizing how his eyes flickered for a moment to her lips as he leaned closer. Y/n was subconsciously doing the same.

"And your beautiful." He blurted out, his eyes hooded. Y/n felt his breath mingle with hers and caused shivers to run down her spine. Didn't help the complement caused her breath to hitch.

Yoongi finally made the move, and closed the gap that was painfully agonizing to have. His pouty lips locked with hers. It nearly caught her by surprise, but she relaxed. His lips soft and tender which caused another shiver to run through her spine. His hand cup behind her neck to pull her closer. She was honestly messy and confused on how to kiss him back. Yoongi chuckled between her lips, pulling back only slightly.

"Relax. Just follow my movements." He whispered. Y/n nodded mindlessly, addicted to his soft pouty lips. Her eyes were in hazy before they flutter close when he pulled back into the kiss. This time she listened and relaxed her body. Much more than the first time. She copied his movements as much as she could but she was still a bit messy at it. Yoongi was patient though, not rushing her in anyway as he kept the same pace. Her lips were like soft pillows to him, he just wanted to drown in them as much as he could.

Finally the need for air was something they couldn't ignore, so the pulled back from each other. Y/n accidentally let a whimper slip through her lips, missing the feel of his rosy pouty lips. Yoongi chucked again, pecking her one more time before flickering his ebony gaze into her close ones. She fluttered them open to stare right into his.

"Namjoon is gonna kill you." Y/n mumbled, while she averted her gaze elsewhere. Yoongi laughed, running his fingers through his now damp locks. He leaned back in his seat with a smile.

"Yeah maybe he will, but it was worth it. But at least I know you like me too."

Y/n swallowed, her eyes staring at the rain that was still hitting the earth.

"Yeah for a while." She mumbled. Yoongi raised his eyebrow, his pale hand grasping her hand.

"Since when?"

"Since the moment I heard you play piano in our piano class. You were so quiet back then, and sweet. I remember I didn't realize I crushed on you until you complement me in my piano skills." Y/n gently squeezed his hand with a small smile. Yoongi brought her hand towards his lips, gently brushing his lips against her knuckles.

"That's funny, I started crushing on you the same way. I'm guessing Namjoon knew huh? That's why you kept you away."

Y/n nodded shyly, her face heating up at the gesture. Yoongi placed a kiss on her knuckles with a small smile.

"Well guess I can still look forward to that study date huh?"

Y/n giggled, turning her head towards Yoongi with a beaming smile. She leaned close towards his face to peck his cheek.

"Of course! Just make sure you get the point and no distractions!"

"I was gonna be distracted either way with you teaching me." He grinned. Y/n giggled, smiling so wide her cheeks were being to hurt.

"Now let's get you check with the doctors real quick and take you back home, I don't need Namjoon coming for my neck."

Y/n hummed in agreement, nearly forgetting her twisted ankle that dangled loosely.

"Hey Yoongi?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you!"