Yoora has been avoiding Yoongi and his friends like the plague. She didn't want that psychotic girl to go after her nor did she have the courage to face Jungkook after that kiss. Everytime he tried to initiate a conversation with her she'd hurriedly run off, not sparing the boy a second glance. He finally gave up after another unsuccessful attempt and with a sigh, made his way into the cafeteria.

Jungkook plopped down onto the seat next to Taehyung at the table where he usually sat at with the rest of the boys.

''What's wrong with Yoora lately? She's been avoiding me ever since that party," he said as he rested his chin on his palm.

The boys all shrugged except for Yoongi, who was staring at his empty tray like it was the most fascinating thing in sight.

''I'm worried about her,'' he said, locking eyes with Jungkook.

''Why is that?''

''She bumped into me on Monday, I noticed she had a nasty bruise on her cheek. I asked her about it and she brushed it off,'' he stated.

Jungkook crossed his arms as Jin and Taehyung gasped loudly.

''What? Seriously?'' said Jin with widened eyes and a worried expression.

Yoongi nodded. ''She told me some made up story about her being clumsy, I didn't buy it. She lied to me, but I'm not stupid, someone punched her in the face.''

Jungkook clenched his fists in anger. ''Why didn't she tell us? Goddamn it why is she avoiding us?'' he growled, his bangs covering the fierce look in his eyes.

''Surely, if she won't tell us, it must be because she can't,'' said Namjoon.

Taehyung's eyes lit up. ''Yeah, that must be it! Something's keeping her quiet.''

''Well, if she won't tell us we can't help her,'' Namjoon said with a sigh.

Yoongi was lost in his own thoughts. What was she hiding? He was worried about her. Everytime he'd walk down the hallways he'd hear the whispers about her, about her kiss with Jungkook. It irritated him, the way they spoke about her, insulted her and made Jungkook the good guy. It pissed him off so much he avoided the hallways until the bell rang, he didn't care about being late for class.

Yoongi abruptly stood up from his seat and left the cafeteria, ignoring his friends calling after him.

He speedwalked down the hallways of the school, looking for any sign of the girl. To his dissapointment, she was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly he felt a someone's fingers intertwine with his. He looked to his right and noticed Jisoo standing by him, squeezing his hand tightly. She giggled as she rubbed his nose with her index finger.

''Jisoo? It's not nice to sneak up on people like that,'' he said as he stared at his hand trapped in hers.

''Sorry, babe, you just looked so lost, I bet you missed me,'' she said with a wink.

Yoongi dismissed her completely as he looked around eagerly. Where could she have gone off to to? She didn't skip classes or hang out on the roof, he had no idea where to look for her.

His train of thought was interrupted by Jisoo pressing her hand against his forehead, causing him to take a step back in surprise.

''Sorry, you look a bit sick. Maybe I should bring you to the nurses office," she said as she started walking until she felt his hand slip from her grasp. She turned around only to witness Yoongi walking in the opposite direction.

She ran up to him, latching onto his arm like a baby onto its mother. ''Where are you going, Yoongi?''

"I'm looking for someone, stop distracting me,'' he said as he shook her hand off.

''Are you looking for that girl who kissed Jungkook at the party?'' she asked with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Yoongi stopped in his tracks, turning around to face the girl.

''How did you know?'' he questioned.

''I had a feeling. Tell me, Yoongi,'' she started. She gulped as she put her arms on his chest, decreasing the distance between them. She could feel his heartbeat against her fingertips which made her lips tremble.

''Do you like her?'' she asked hesitantly.

Yoongi stayed silent. Jisoo chewed on her lip out of impatience. She wanted him to say no, she needed him to say no.

Yoongi kept a straight face on as he glared at Jisoo, who strangely looked like a delicate little girl at that exact moment. Yoongi knew very well who she was. She was the daughter of a very well known CEO, a rich, spoiled daddy's little girl who always got what she wanted. She'd cry and stomp her feet if she was refused or treated badly in any way, but that didn't work on him.

''No. Even if I did, its none of your business, so piss off,'' he snapped and stormed off, leaving the girl standing in the hallway with an ache in her heart.

''You bitch, you're taking him away from me,'' she whispered, not realising the tears that were beginning to slowly stream down her cheeks.

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The bell rang, the dreadful sound bouncing off the walls, causing students to scatter as they hurried to class. Yoongi, however, didnt pay attention to the bell and kept wandering the halls, looking for Yoora.

After a while of walking, he was about give up when a familiar face appeared in front of him. She had just exited the girls bathroom and found herself standing under the nose of Min Yoongi, whose intense stare made her nervous.

''Yoongi, could you mo-''

Her sentence was cut off by Yoongi grabbing her wrist and pulling her along into the dark storage room. He harshly pinned her to the wall with her wrists in his grasp. He had her cornered, her body was defenseless against his.

She gulped, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could make out his face, mere centimetres away from hers

''Kitten, I've missed you,'' he cooed.

He wasn't lying, he truly missed her. He missed annoying her during lunch, following her around until she angrily shouted at him to fuck off, which he found cute. He missed texting her and impatiently waiting for a reply. He missed the sound of her laugh whenever he said something cheesy to her.

His face softened as he noticed her not fighting back or talking back, she simply looked at him, with an unreadable expression on her face.

''You should stay away from me,'' she said.

Yoongi tightened his grip on her wrists.

''I can't do that, babygirl. I can't stay away, I love annoying you too much,'' he said with a smirk plastered on his face.

Yoora tried her best to free her hands from his grip, but to no avail. He was too strong and so she gave up, relaxing against the wall she was forcibly pinned to by none other than Min Yoongi.

Maybe his personal fanclub would have nothing against a scenario like this, but Yoora could feel her heart beat irregularly every time Yoongi opened his mouth. She didn't know what to think of it, only he could send her mind into turmoil.

''Seriously, you should stay awa-''

''Or what?'' he said teasingly as he trapped both of her wrists in his left hand and brought his free hand up to her plump, cherry tinted lips. His index finger played with her lower lip.

Yoora's breath was caught in her throat as she stared into his eyes. She expected them to be filled with lust, yet it was too dark to discern.

''Stop playing with me,'' she mumbled.

Yoongi stopped what he was doing and looked at her in confusion.

''Who said I was playing with you?''

Yoora looked away, unable to find the courage to face him.

''Let's be honest, you have lots of girls fawning over you, I'm just one of many, so stop playing with me, I don't want to be your toy,'' she stated, with a hint of sadness in her tone.

''I have no intention of playing with you, do you honestly think I'm just trying to get into your pants?'' Yoongi snapped, anger taking over him.

Yoora turned her head to face him, her lower lip trembling. ''I'm sorry, okay? No, I don't actually think that, just stay away from me and let me go already! I'm late for class,'' she exclaimed.

Yoongi noticed how desperate her voice sounded. ''Something's not right here,'' he thought.

''Who's threatening you?'' he asked.

Yoora looked surprised, but kept her mouth shut. She struggled against his grip but managed to break free as he loosened his hold and immediately dashed to the door, opening it and leaving the storage room, slamming the door behind her.

Yoongi made his right hand into a fist and lunged at the wall, not hard enough to send piles of rubble flying but hard enough to break the skin on his knuckle.

''Who the hell is threatening you, Yoora?"

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