You lazily got up from your bed and stretched yourself.

It was the first day of school!

You did your morning routine and wore your uniform. You combed your hair and put some make up then winked at your reflection on the mirror.

"Perfect!"

You went downstairs and drank milk. After that, you grabbed your bag and about to leave the house but you remembered the old man upstairs.

"Ugh! That guy."

You stomped your feet while you made your way to his room. You knocked but no one answered. You opened it and saw Yoongi, still cuddling with his pillows. You walked near to him.

"Yoongi."

You tried to shake him but he didn't move.

"Hey, Yoongi. We're gonna be late."

But still, he didn't move and just groaned.

"If you don't wake up, I will surely give you a bath in bed." You mumbled and shook his sleeping figure harder.

"Yoongi!?!" you screamed.

He instantly opened his eyes and sat up in utter shock. When he recovered, his gaze scanned the whole room and stopped at your direction. He glared at you. That look that he wanted to burry you alive and finally erase your existence.

"What?" he asked angrily.

"We're gonna be late you old man. It's the first day of school so get up! Aish, I'm not your mom for Pete's sake!"

He laid back and covered his ears.

"Stubborn!?!" You screamed but still, he didn't got up. You grabbed his pillow and pulled his arm. "Drive me instead."

He stared at you and you could see in his eyes that he was irritated. You put both of your hands on your waist and raised a brow at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand towards him. Before you could react, you were already under his shirtless body, wrists pinned on the bed.

'Fuck! Too hot!

"Breakfast in bed, huh?" He said with his deep morning voice.

Yes! Ehemmm... Am I that itchy?

He smirked. Your eyes widen as he leaned over your neck. You felt his hot breath drawn on your neck and it brought shivers down your spine.

Mister, that's illegal! You wanted to voice out.

"Hmm... you smell so good," he whispered and sniffed.

You gasped. Shivers run through your soul. You felt your whole body weakened. The butterflies in your stomach went insane. The crazy feeling was starting to build and you had no strength to stop it, to stop him.

What is this?..

And before you lost your sanity, you regained your lost strength and moved widely under him.

"G-get off me, you b-bastard!"

He stared at you and sighed. He laid back on his bed and pushed you to the other side. You fell in the floor with your butt first.

"Hey!?" You immediately stood up and glared at him.

"I'm not going to school. I'm tired and please, I'm sick of your face," he groaned and dig himself deeper on the sheets.

You gritted your teeth. You were mad but the embarrassment waved too much. You slowly walked back towards him and sought for his ear. And when you found it, you pinched it so hard that you witnessed it's pale color turned into tomato red. You instantly run out of his room after you did that. You still heard him yell but you focused on running to your school.

That jerk!

The weird feeling was still inside you but you huffed it away. It was the same feeling you always feel whenever he got close to you. And the thought of him not kissing you earlier with that inch far from each other's faces made your whole world exaggeratedly fell. You felt giddy over his touch but you had to control it or else, your whole existence will be burned.

You entered your classroom and sat at the back. There were just few students in there so you were not late. You stretched yourself and sighed loudly.

"Thank God."

Minutes passed and your first lecturer entered the room. You sat straight.

"Good morning class."

"Good morning, Miss."

"I want to annouce that you have a new classmate. He's just a transferee and hope you'll treat him better. Come and introduce yourself."

No! It's not Yoongi. He's just laying on his bed now.

Wait, is it Yoongi? Please... It should be him.

I'm crazy and I know it.

The new student entered and your jaw dropped. Squealing filled the entire room but you cared less about your surroundings. Your eyes were glued to the new student.

Why is he even here?

OMO! He's here!

He started to roam his eyes inside the classroom and you called all the saints for him not to notice you. "Hi, I'm Min Yoongi. 18 years old..." he stopped when he saw you and he smirked. "Treat me better."

Is he pertaining to me? Then I will... Kjkjkananbjwjae

All the girls in your room squealed. Who wouldn't? That guy stood in front of the class was inhumanly handsome! Admit to yourself or not, he was gorgeous.

Tsh! Gorgeous my ass. I AM MORE GORGEOUS THAN ANY OTHER ALIEN LOST IN THIS PLANET! And that guy is... aish! Okay! Even if he always boils my blood, he is made perfectly beautiful... BUT NOT AS BEAUTIFUL AS ME. Period.

"Enough girls. Mr. Min, sit wherever you want," the teacher said and he looked at you.

Rethink what you are thinking. You are not allowed to stay any meters near me.

But before you could give him a look, he already walked towards your direction and stood in front of you. He smirked.

"Is this chair beside you free, Miss?" He asked with that smirk.

And what is he trying to do?

You forced him a smile. "You can sit on the desk if you want."

He just smiled at you forcedly and finally sat beside you.

You're lucky you're cute.

No! I am cute. Not him.

"Are you okay, Ms. Lee?" Yoongi teasingly whispered.

You snapped your neck to face him and sarcastically snorted. "I am better... until you came."

He smiled. "Well, nice to hear that. I am very thankful that I ruined your day."

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The bell rung as the sign to go home. You fixed your stuffs and went outside, not looking at Yoongi. You knew that he wouldn't drive you home. You walked to the gate and was grabbed. You glanced at who grabbed you and grinned.

"Namjoon!" You exclaimed happily and threw your arms around his neck and gave him a bone crashing tight hug.

"Y/n, I-I don't w-wanna die."

You let go.

"What's up?"

"I need your help," he pleaded.

"What is it?"

"I met this girl. She's just a new student here. Please help me, please," he pleaded, letting out his dimples. Your weakness.

Aish! How can I erase these dimples?!

"Ok, I will. Just send me home," you said and he grinned.

"Thank you, Y/n. You're the best," he exclaimed and hugged you tight. You hugged back.

"Now, let's go."

And with that, the two of you went to the parking area.