Warning: smut, oral, hate oral? is that a thing? idk let’s just roll with it
A/N ‘ight so heres another smut because apparently I’m trash and I don’t hate writing it as much as I thought I did so here ya go. Let ya girl know whatchya think. -Er
“I can’t believe you got us detention, Stilinski,” you mumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back into your seat.
“Me? How exactly is this my fault, y/n?” Stiles spat, twisting around in his chair three rows ahead.
Just as a little recap, during sixth period in Mr. Harris’ chemistry class, Stiles thought it would be a good idea to start talking to Scott about whatever supernatural crisis they were having today. You couldn’t help but listen into the conversation since one, your werewolf hearing is top notch and two, everything they were saying involved you. You chimed in, most likely saying something smartass-ey or sarcastic and Stiles, being the usual spaz that he is, replied back with something along the lines of, “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” Unfortunately, he spazzed out a little extra and basically yelled, causing Mr. Harris to literally twist his head around like in the exorcist. In Stiles attempt to defend himself, he threw you under bus. So here you were. Sitting in an empty classroom, an hour after school got out, with the person you tolerate the least at this school. Lucky you.
Yoongi had always been problematic, but he had also always been your friend… sort of.
You met when you were kids in an orphanage. You were put there before you were old enough to retain any memories about your parents, so you didn’t know anything about them other than what the orphanage told you. But it didn’t really bother you, your lack of memories.
When you had someone like Yoongi to compare yourself to, you seemed very lucky. He was from a broken, abusive home and had been removed from his family by the state. He had memories, and you weren’t put into the system because of your home situation. You knew which condition you preferred. You were able to move on from your past. He wasn’t. You were able to adapt and become a functioning member of society. He wasn’t. You were adopted. He wasn’t.