Of Books and Dirty Cash pt. 3
Yoongi x Reader
Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.
The first day of your new job, you couldn’t help but be excited. This was your opportunity to find out who exactly Min Yoongi was—other than the angry librarian. And you were sure there was more to him than met the eye. Part of you (the part that sounded suspiciously like your parents) was telling you to stay out of it, mind your own business, and not ask too many questions.
The other part of you however, had different plans.
As you stepped into the library, you smiled to yourself. This was going to be interesting, if nothing else.
“Good morning!” You said cheerily to Yoongi when you saw him.
“Morning.” He replied, looking up from a book he had been paging through. “You’re early.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You shrugged, it wasn’t like you were an hour early, only a few minutes.
“No, I’m just… Surprised.” He frowned at you. “I have to admit, after the other day, I wasn’t sure that you were going to show up. You’re very strange you know.” By the other day, you assumed he meant when he had offered you the job. After you had accepted it, he had asked you ten times if you were really sure. You guessed that seeing his run-in with the other students might have scared other people off, but it just made you horribly curious.
“As if you’re normal.” You grumbled. He actually smiled at that, closing his book with a snap.
The day started with him explaining the shelving system, which you already mostly knew. The library was deserted at that time in the morning, and the two of you set about working side-by-side shelving books, with him looking over and checking your work constantly. It might have been maddening if you hadn’t been dying to ask him questions the second you got a chance.
“Reverse those two books, they’re in the wrong order.” Yoongi gestured at the two as he continued to shelve others.
“They’re in the right place, though.” You said, switching them anyway. You had too many questions to risk being fired on the first day. Yoongi said nothing in response to that, so you decided to keep talking. “So,” You started, trying to sound casual. “Did you take martial arts as a kid or something?”
“No.” He didn’t look at you, only picked up another book off of the book cart and walked around the shelf to put it on the other side.
You pushed some of the books out of your way so that you could see through to the other side of the shelf, eye-to-eye with him. “You didn’t? So where’d you learn to fight, then?”
He put the book into the gap, blocking your view of him. You wondered briefly if that was actually where the book belonged, or if he was just avoiding you.
“I don’t know how to fight, why would you think that?”
“You certainly looked like you knew how to fight.” You said, walking around the bookshelf, only to nearly run into him head-on.
“I have good reflexes, that’s all.” He walked past you and picked up a book.
“Here. Put this one away.” He held it out, and you looked at the number on it.
“This goes on the top floor though!” You protested.
“Good observation skills. Now go.” He made a shooing motion at you, and you left reluctantly.
The next several days passed like this, with you trying to get him to answer questions, and him avoiding every one of them. It seemed that the direct approach wasn’t going to work, but you weren’t discouraged. He continued showing you how to run things in the library, and you were starting to enjoy it. You were also starting to enjoy Yoongi’s company, when your ears didn’t feel like they were bleeding from his yelling.
You heard the slam of the books hitting the table first, and looked over to see Yoongi glowering at the confused girl who was sitting at the aforesaid table.
“This is a library.” Yoongi growled. “Not somewhere for you to sleep and drool all over the books!”
You wandered closer, feeling slightly sorry for the girl. You knew what it was like trying to balance life as a college student. Adequate rest was a rare thing at times, and judging by the fact that she had fallen asleep on an open book, you guessed her intention wasn’t to take a nap. You bit your lip, trying to decide if it would be worth it to get involved.
“Sorry about him,” You said to the girl, giving her a small smile. “What he means is, the chairs downstairs are much more comfortable, you’ll hurt your neck sleeping like that.”
“That is not what I meant.” Yoongi muttered, but not loud enough for the girl to hear.
“Okay. Thanks.” The girl began picking up the books that had been open in front of her, still looking slightly dazed. “Can I borrow these?” She asked, walking over to Yoongi’s desk.
“No.” Yoongi snapped, at the same time you said; “Of course.” Yoongi shot you a glare as he walked over to the desk, but he let her borrow the books nonetheless. You turned, hoping to get out of sight before Yoongi noticed you running away. You still didn’t want to lose your job, and you were starting to regret getting involved.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Who?” You asked, turning around. You knew exactly who he was talking about, and you were trying to stall.
“Me?” You pointed to yourself for confirmation.
“No, the person behind you.” He said sarcastically. He didn’t look mad, which was unnerving because you were expecting him to be.
“Oh, well in that case…” You started walking backwards, expecting him to stop you but hoping he wouldn’t.
“Don’t look so scared. I just wanted to remind you we’re opening earlier than usual tomorrow, so don’t oversleep.”
“I’m not fired?” You asked, perplexed.
“Why would you be fired?” He looked genuinely confused, and you decided not to press the matter.
The next day was different. Apparently Yoongi wasn’t exactly a morning person (to say the least) and after about an hour decided to take a nap. “Hey kid,” He said, using the nickname he had given you several days before. “Guess what, you get a promotion. Sit at the desk and help people find stuff. Wake me up if you need something, but know that it’s at your own risk.”
“Do I get paid more with the promotion?” You asked hopefully. Yoongi just laughed at that, walking into the back room and leaving you to flop into the chair at the desk. At first, you were slightly excited for the extra responsibility, but it took less than an hour to become bored out of your mind. No one came to the library at this time of the morning, most normal people were either in class or sleeping.
You were playing the 50th level of angry birds when you heard the soft ding of the elevator door. You looked up to see a tall man in a suit walk in. While he looked young enough to be a college student, he certainly wasn’t dressed like one.
“Can I help you?” You asked, giving the stranger a small smile. He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled back.
“Yes, I believe you can. My name is Kim Seokjin, and I wanted to talk to you about my brother.”
A/N Yay, part 3! Hope you liked it! Hopefully I’ll be updating the story more often from now on. Sorry this was a little short. Let me know what you think! I love hearing from all of you! <3