Summary: Yoongi helps you escape detention so you can spend Valentine’s Day together.
Word count: 983 words
You let your head hit the desk as you slumped forward in your seat. The bell rang shrilly in the background, signalling the end of the school day.
Unfortunately for you, you were stuck serving another detention. Something about not adhering to the school’s dress code (it might of had something to do with the fact that you were wearing a “school ruined my life” hoodie on a day that wasn’t Casual Friday).
Normally, a detention wouldn’t bother you much. But today was different. It was Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend Yoongi had promised you would spend the day together.
You and Yoongi had been together for almost a year but didn’t see each other very frequently. Over the last spring break, you had met at a music workshop. You performed as a duo, affectionately dubbing yourselves “Team Trouble.”
Yoongi lived two hours away by train. The majority of your communication took place over text or Skype, but somehow, you made it work.
Groaning, you pulled out your phone and hid it underneath the desk. You tapped a quick message to Yoongi.
SENT 3:35 PM
srry babe im in detention
RECEIVED 3:35 PM
dude wtf the one day…
SENT 3:36 PM
i didnt choose the thug life, it chose me 💔
RECEIVED 3:37 PM
dont worry. im gonna get you outta there.
You stifled a laugh, butterflies forming in your stomach. Truthfully, you were dying to see Yoongi again. Your last date was two weeks ago, and meetings were becoming fewer and father in between.
“Y/N!” your teacher barked, making you jump. Your phone slipped out of your fingers and landed on the ground with a loud thud. You picked up, cursing once you realized the spiderweb of cracks had grown farther. “Put that phone away.”
Rolling your eyes, you tucked your phone into your back pocket. Stretching over the desk yet again, you let your eyelids flutter shut. Soon enough, you felt the familiar pulls of sleep and surrendered to them.
Tap. Tap Tap.
Your eyes shot open as you registered the sharp sound of something colliding against the window beside you. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a blond boy whipping stones from two storeys below.
This boy, of course, was Yoongi. Your boyfriend. The James to your Jessie.
With wide eyes, you retrieved your phone. You then realized you had several unread messages from Yoongi. You opted to ignore them.
SENT 4:25 PM
what aRE YOU DOING
You watched as Yoongi stopped throwing pebbles and took out his phone.
RECEIVED 4:26 PM
thank god its you…i can’t really see from here
SENT 4:26 PM
ok but that doesn’t answer my question
RECEIVED 4:26 PM
you werent answering my texts so
RECEIVED 4:27 PM
anyways just jump
SENT 4:27 PM
DO U WANT ME TO DIE?
RECEIVED 4:27 PM
relax, you wont. besides ill catch u
Sure, Yoongi would catch you. More like his crushed, broken body would once you landed on him. But you saw him looking up at you expectantly, a gummy smile on his face. And damn, a broken ankle would be worth the fall.
You turned and began to open the window.
The teacher looked up at you suspiciously. “Y/N,” he demanded, his eyes narrowing. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just opening the window,” you replied breezily. “It’s kinda stuffy in here, don’t you think?”
Using your entire body, you pushed the heavy window open completely. It didn’t open as wide as you had hoped, but you could probably fit through the opening.
You glanced back up at the teacher, noting that he had gone back to grading papers. Unceremoniously, you chucked your backpack out of the window and watched delightedly as Yoongi stumbled to catch it.
Quickly, you stood up and swung your legs over the window sill. The teacher shot up from his seat, a threat forming on his lips.
“Y/N, don’t you dare–” he shouted, but the rest of his message was lost as you pushed yourself through the small opening.
The drop was only a second in duration, but time slowed as you tumbled to the ground. You could feel a wild smile stretching over your face. Yoongi’s body appeared closer and closer with each passing moment. His arms were outstretched, and, squeezing your eyes shut, you reached out for him and prepared for the impact.
The adrenaline numbed the pain from the initial impact. When you opened your eyes, you were sprawled over Yoongi’s chest. Quickly, you scrambled upright and lifted your weight off of Yoongi.
“Oh my god!” you shrieked as Yoongi remained motionless. “Yoongi? Are you okay!?”
His eyelids fluttered open as he struggled to inhale. “Fine,” he wheezed, thumping his chest. “Winded.”
You stood up and pulled Yoongi to his feet, satisfied to see he was still capable of holding himself upright. You grabbed your backpack from the grass and peered upwards.
Your teacher’s upper body was leaning out of the windowsill. He was screaming incoherently, veins popping out of his neck and redness spreading over his entire face.
“Sorry, sir,” Yoongi called. He grabbed your hand and held it up for the teacher to see. “I’m going to be borrowing this one for awhile.”
You and Yoongi sprinted off of school property, your carefree laughter carried away by the wind. The cold February air nipped at your cheeks, and neither of you were dressed warmly enough to be outside. Yet, in that moment, everything was perfect. It was with absolute certainty that you knew you were happiest with Yoongi’s hand in yours.
That evening, Yoongi took you out to dinner and presented you with a stuffed Meowth. “For old time’s sake,” he said.
With a laugh, you accept the gift and wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s waist. “Prepare for trouble,” you began with a smile.
“Make it double,” he finished, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.
- Girl in Luv
A/N: Why did I reference Pokémon AGAIN? The world will never know…Anyways, hope you enjoyed Young and Pure Yoongi™
Hyungsik calmly walked into the Hawaiian nature where sun, wind, fog, and
sudden showers changed one another in unparalleled fashion like special
effects. A full-fledged 26-year-old actor, who is slowly discovering the taste
of acting, without a touch of fear or hesitation explored the unfamiliar world.
The diverse Park Hyungsik’s prism that radiates between an innocent boyish face
and a wild manly appearance. —-By Editor Kim Areum
Notes: If I ever do get around
to writing a GoChi military AU, this would probably be a scene in it.
Something where Goku is away for long stretches of time and Chi-Chi
is left at home, often raising the children by herself. And all those
complications that come with it, and how they deal and.. yeah…
anyway… not sure if this
is what people were imagining when I was talking about it, but hey,
this is just a snippet of an AU I have planned hah…