Art & Music
Highschool! AU You x Yoongi
Rated: G fluffy fluff, slight angst
Word Count: 5091
A/N: Been in a bit of a rut writing Lunatic and another story. Had this dream a while ago and figured writing it would give you guys at least something to read while I’m still working on the mains.
The first time Yoongi saw you at school he stared for an embarrassingly long time. You were alone in one of the art rooms sitting at a pottery wheel. He was simply passing by but the whir of the table had caught his attention. Specks of wet and dry clay covered your smock, face and arms. He’s still not sure why his first thought was that it was cute.
After that time he found himself always walking slower through the art wing and looking out for you in the hallways. It never failed to jolt his system every time he found what he was searching for. He’d beat himself later on for getting so frazzled when he knew it was coming. How stupid is it to be surprised by the thing you’re looking for?
Your affection for him was much slower. It was a gradual build up from nothing. You started to get the feeling that you were being watched. It would happen once or twice a day at school but you never could find the source. It’s silly how you would put in more of an effort to your look in the morning. You had also taken to being with your friends more often slightly afraid to be alone.
A new semester begins and new schedules are memorized. Yoongi has a study hall right after lunch that he knows will more than likely be spent in the music room. The teachers all know that he spends most of his time there and will have no problem with the arrangement. Still he decides he should show up on the first day.
With even steps Yoongi saunters in and sits in the back. He doesn’t expect to stay so why take a good seat. With a long sigh he lays his head on the desk and waits for the teacher to come. He listens to the room. He pays attention to the sounds of each person entering the room and settling in.
Two sets of footsteps enter and come close. Two bags are set down what sounds like two spots to the left. “I knew you’d want to sit in the back Y/N. I’m sure you don’t expect to be here very often.” A female voice softly deflates the hush of the room. “Sorry to abandon you.” A second pretty voice replies.
Their words peak Yoongi’s interest a bit. There is someone else in the school like him? He never saw too many people in the music room out of schedule. What could they be skipping out for? Curiosity has him rolling his head to the side to see who it is.
The shock through him almost knocks him right off the chair. It was her. There she was sitting two rows over with nothing but a desk in between. This was the closest he’d been to his dream girl besides passing in the halls. The proximity has his heart floundering in his chest.
He’s trying to focus so hard on breathing normally and not passing out that he doesn’t notice the way he’s staring at her again. You feel it right away. That all too familiar feeling of being watched but it’s incredibly intense this time. Your head whips in Yoongi’s direction to finally catch your culprit.
Your stare meets his and time stops. The both of you go wide eyed but just keep staring. A silent mind battle wages between you. It’s a sort of strange recognition. You’ve been trying to find out who’s been watching you for months. The look of shock and terror on the boys face you know it must be him. It makes you feel as though you know who this is without knowing a single thing about him.
The tension instantly draws your friends attention to also look at Yoongi. He doesn’t even bother to acknowledge her. With the way you’re looking at him she knows who he is right away. You tell her each time you get that feeling of being watched and she always tries to find who it is for you.
The teacher finally enters and breaks the connection. She holds your attentions for a few opening remarks. She calls names for attendance. Now you both know each other’s full names and sort of what your voices sound like, or at least how you say “present.”
Yoongi spends the rest of the period with his head buried in the desk wishing he could disappear. The way you stared back made his stomach knot up. You must know that he’s been watching you. He can feel how red his cheeks are from embarrassment for ten whole minutes.
Once the teacher was done speaking you and your friend Yuri spend the time texting.
(Yuri) That’s him right? Your stalker?
(You) I guess so. Unless I look that scary today.
(Yuri) Can’t believe Min Yoongi is your stalker.
You poor girl.
(You) Why? What’s wrong with him?
(Yuri) Nothing really.
Just some weird rumors.
(You) Ugh. Like what?
(Yuri) Kids quiet.
Music student who is always in the music wing.
He’s really into hip hop.
I even hear he’s secretly an underground rapper.
(You) Really? He doesn’t look that bad?
(Yuri) Idk girl. Just be careful.
He’s probably got like a gun or something. Or in a gang.
Since Yoongi has his head down you take the time to look him over. He really didn’t look like he’d be in a gang or something like that. His uniform was standard and unaltered. He didn’t even have his ears pierced. Without seeing his face well he looked pretty normal.
After that day Yoongi never came back to the room. He’d always make a beeline for the music rooms during that time. He hoped that you would forget about the whole thing. He even promised himself he’d try to stop staring at you. Anything would be better than that look you gave him.
Unfortunately for Yoongi quite the opposite happens. Word travels fast in the school that he’s got a crush on you. Yuri is your dear friend but she always does talk a bit too much. She managed to blow Yoongi’s little secret into a school wide gossip in a matter of two days.
Yoongi hates it. He hates the way people look at him. Some of them look at him like a creep while others obnoxiously giggle or tease him for it. He’s always been good at blending into the background. It’s uncomfortable being the focus of everyone around him. Worst of all he hates the rigid silence that blankets a room or hall when the two of you are close to each other.
The whole thing makes Yoongi furious. He doesn’t know which of you started the rumor but he’s blaming both you and Yuri. Even if you had nothing to do with starting the rumor he’s disappointed with the way you handle it. The way you blatantly try to ignore him and avoid him even if you now know the truth. A real confession hadn’t been made so obviously he wasn’t expecting an answer or for you to fall for him now. He just wants you to maybe try to talk it out to help him explain his side and shut everyone up.
Yoongi hates the situation so much he starts to hate you. With everyone’s eyes on him he had to stop looking at you. Over time his anger made him not want to look at you. Even just the slightest glance in your direction got him fuming about it all over again. It’s all your fault that his quiet lifestyle is shattered in bits.
Your reaction to the whole thing is the exact opposite. Despite Yuri’s warning you find yourself looking out for Yoongi. At first you’re so embarrassed with the way people react that you avoid him. Over time you get curious about him. Since he’s not looking at you anymore it’s easy to watch him for a short time. Sure he’s not strikingly handsome but he has nice enough features and pure milky white skin.
It’s not his looks that drag you in but his mystery. Why was he interested in you? What about the other rumors? What about his rapping? You learn small things about him like how he’s really a good student and probably loves music as much as you love art.
It all makes you want to reach out to him but it’s a little too late. It’s been weeks since you found out it’s him and you haven’t said a word to him. Though he certainly doesn’t make it easy for you to approach him. These days he’s taken to glaring at you if you make eye contact. That icy hard stare keeps you in your place.
Perhaps you were wrong in thinking that he was watching you because he liked you. Maybe he really did hate you for some reason. Maybe Yuri is right and he’s planning your murder right now. Those thoughts keep you from getting too close to your mystery man.
Yoongi hates today. No single day could possibly be worse than this day for the rest of his life. He had a dream about you last night. A simple dream about just talking to you. Actual face to face talking like normal people with no one else to worry about. It had been so nice that it tears him up. He’s supposed to hate you but that had felt so right it made his resolve of anger waver.
The whole morning at school he can’t stop thinking about that damn dream. He can’t get it out of his head how pleasant it was and how wrong that is. His biology test he’s sure he failed because he was daydreaming about how his own heart was feeling instead of labeling the anatomy of one.
It goes on through each class all day until he’s given himself a migraine. The study hall period finally comes and Yoongi is ready to nap away his problems in the music room. When he gets there the teacher is giving someone a saxophone lesson of all things. He tries the soundproof practice rooms but the honking of this beginner still makes his temples throb.
He gets an idea but it’s not a good option at all. Still he heads to the study hall room in hopes that you spent today in the art room. Every head turns to look at Yoongi when he comes in the room. It’s dead quiet like a ghost just appeared in the doorway. The only good thing about this room is that you are not in it.
He makes his way to the back trying to avoid all the eyes. Just as he reaches his desk he notices it’s pushed together with the one next to it and yours. A strange collection of objects are arranged across the surface. Yoongi can tell they are set up in a specific pattern but he can’t figure it out.
He groans and rubs at his throbbing temples. With an annoyed grunt he clears all of the stuff off of his desk and piles it onto the back counter. A few loud scrapes of the desk and chair legs across the floor grate through the room before Yoongi is settling back into his place. He drops his head against the cool surface and thinks he can finally get some peace.
Not even two minutes later he can hear the door open and two sets of footsteps coming toward the back. They stop one desk away and pause. “Min Yoongi what the hell? Why did you move this stuff?” Yuri asks close by. Yoongi would consider ignoring her and pretending he’s asleep but he’s too angry and hates this girl just a bit too much to let it go.
He picks up his head a few inches and gives Yuri his best death glare. “Well why was your stuff on my desk?” He spits back. Yuri scoffs and throws back her own daggers. “How is it your desk? You’ve only sat in it once. What are you even doing in here?” She takes a step closer and puts her hands on her hips. Yoongi takes brief notice of the panic in your eyes.
“Doesn’t matter if I’ve only used it once I’m still entitled to my own desk. And I was trying to get some rest so why don’t you be quiet and let me do that.” Yuri is ready to retaliate again but the teacher cuts in. “Kids don’t fight. Yuri just take that other extra desk and leave him alone.” Yoongi smirked and settled his head back down.
Yuri huffs but steps away. The other desk is a bit further away and instead of picking it up she starts to drag it slowly through the room. The loud squeal of the legs against the floor and rattle of the top irks Yoongi to no end and he knows she’s doing it on purpose.
Once the new desk has replaced Yoongi’s the girls set to work resetting the objects. All the little sounds and soft chatter of their infrequent talking keep Yoongi on edge. He gives up on trying to sleep but keeps his head lowered anyway.
The time he has to daydream automatically goes back to his dream from the night. It drives him crazy that you’re right next to him but his dream would never come true. He fights so hard to resist the urge to look at you. To try and see what you’re thinking.
His will crumbles and he peeks open one eye. It’s just in time to notice you picking up a notebook with an old dial telephone on top of it. The receiver is left behind you on the counter and stuck under the pile of other things. Yoongi watches in horror as you keep walking and pulling the cable farther and farther. With a clatter of things crashing to the floor the receiver flies forward.
It slings right past you and hits Yoongi in the thigh. If it were any other day and any other person Yoongi would have barely flinched. Today his nerves are simply too frayed to keep bottled in any longer.
The receiver has barely hit the ground before he jumps out of his seat and turns on you. His hands are balled into tight fists. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He yells. In one motion he picks up the receiver and closes the distance between you. “Can’t you do one simple fucking thing right?! All I asked is for some peace but I can never get that with you around!”
Yoongi shakes the phone in your face with each point he makes. He throws it to the desk, knocking over half the things you’ve reset. His eyes never stop burning into yours and you don’t dare look away.
“Why are you even in here? Can’t you do this shit in the fucking art room like a normal person? Do you see me practicing my music in here? Of course not! You’re being a huge pain in the ass like usual!”
By that time the teacher has come to stand near by. “Yoongi. Let’s stop this now.” The teacher says in a level tone. He’s really glad she did. The simple request diffuses his rant. He slumps forward and heaves in and out deep breaths.
Since he’s broken the eye contact you can look away. Tears immediately slip down your cheeks and you spin around into Yuri’s open embrace. Normally Yuri would’ve had some other things to say to Yoongi but even she is a bit shaken with how defiant and angry he is.
Yoongi mutters a barely audible “Sorry” to no one in particular. Then he grabs his bag and ducks out of the room. He only gets halfway down the hall before the bell rings and students start to fill in around him. The temptation to skip his next class is so strong but he thinks better of it. He’s caused enough trouble for one day.
It is his last class anyway and he can’t wait to get it over with. It’s history class and the old man who teaches it drones on in a monotonous voice. He makes it all too easy for Yoongi to mull over the stupid thing he’s just done.
Why did he have to yell at her like that? He really didn’t mean to be so upset. Too many feelings are coursing through his mind. He thought he hated her but it was just hate for how things had become. Deep down he still had a crush on her and he knew it. He has a crush on a girl and he made her cry. Cursed in her face and made her cry. Way to go.
He’s even more glad now that the teacher had intervened. If she hadn’t who knows what else he might have done or said. Given enough time to rant he more than likely would’ve spilled all of his thoughts on her. He would’ve told her how much he liked her and hated that the whole school teased him about it to the point that he thought he hated her.
The last period finishes a lot faster than usual with his thoughts so preoccupied. Yoongi drags himself through the halls to his homeroom class for the last ten minutes of the day. They go over some upcoming events before the teacher dismisses them. He starts to leave but she calls him to the front.
She looks a bit upset and it worries him. “Yoongi you have detention today. Mrs. Jung said it was for threatening another student and using foul language. Is that true?” Yoongi groans. Great another half an hour stuck here with his somber thoughts. “Yes, Ma’am.” He answers with a lowered head. She’s more than shocked that he really did something like this. “Yoongi dear is everything okay? What happened?”
Yoongi sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He knows that it’s her job to care about these kinds of things but he really doesn’t want to explain this situation to her. “It’s really nothing teacher. I just had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep so I was in a bad mood. I was trying to rest in study hall but someone woke me and I over reacted. I promise it won’t happen again ma’am.”
It takes a moment of her studying his face to be sure he’s telling the truth. It’s not exactly a lie so it’s easy for him to make it believable. “Alright. Just please make sure you get some sleep tonight okay?” She gives him a soft smile and finally let’s him go.
Surprisingly Yoongi doesn’t spend the whole half an hour of detention thinking about his actions. Even though that’s technically what he’s supposed to be doing here. He’s had just about enough of facing his feelings for one day.
A few days pass and word had spread quite quickly about their incident. Students went back to giving Yoongi the cold shoulder and even making an effort to stay away from him. Some students were really starting to believe that Yoongi had originally been staring at you because he hated you for some reason.
The whole thing had really levelled you. Until that point you believed that Yoongi was interested in you. Despite everyone telling you to stay away, you couldn’t help but grow a little fond of him. Then out of nowhere he insults you and makes you feel like garbage. No one had ever been that angry with you before. What could you possibly have done to make him hate you so much?
Friday comes and Yoongi couldn’t be happier. The last few days have marginally mellowed out his stress. He really needs two days holed up in his room with his music equipment to finish getting out his last bits of frustration.
Homeroom ends and he heads to the music room. He wants to borrow a certain audio mic for the hundredth time. The music teacher has no problem at all loaning the mic to him. Yoongi takes the case carefully and heads back out.
He has to pass through the art wing to get to the exit but it barely registers until he’s already in it. He passes an open door with the faint sounds of Epik High floating out into the hall. Just like the first time the sound has him looking inside.
There you are sitting at a high top desk. The laptop in front of you runs an audio program that Yoongi knows all too well. Every so often you change the screen to a video program linked to the audio. It takes Yoongi a few minutes to realize that you are frustratedly trying to get the audio to play at the right time with the video but they aren’t syncing correctly. That’s when he realizes he’s been staring again.
Yoongi keeps telling himself to leave, that he’s being a total creep again but your little huffs of annoyance are keeping him rooted in place. How dumb is he to be doing this again. Standing here where all the trouble started thinking about how cute you are.
After ten full minutes of watching you struggle Yoongi decided it would be harmless to help you out quick and leave. He steps just inside the doorway and clears his throat. It doesn’t get your attention so he tries again. “Excuse me?” He asks softly with another stride forward.
This time you lift your head and turn it slowly not wanting to tear your eyes away from the screen. You thought about glaring at whoever was interrupting you but your annoyance dies with the sight of who it is. You have to grab onto the table to keep yourself from falling off your stool.
You panic. What if he’s here to yell at you again? What if he tries to hurt you or worse? Is there anyone still in the building to hear you scream? He is the last person you want to be alone with right now.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Yoongi says softly. Your eyes grow even wider because wow it really is Min Yoongi standing here. “I uh. I saw you struggling with that. Not that I was watching you or whatever. Just heard the music on my way by.” Yoongi speaks slowly and you miss most of what he says.
You’re still frozen in place so he pauses to tilt his head and step a bit closer. Did you just die of fright? The lack of reaction let alone movement from you is making this so uncomfortable for Yoongi. “Um. Well anyway I know quite a bit about that program. I could help you out if you wanted. If not I can just go. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” He rubs the back of his neck and takes a step back.
Finally the gears in your head start to turn. Did he really just offer to help you? There was no yelling or cursing? Is he leaving? The last question startles you out of your stupor. “Oh! Um. No you don’t have to go. That’s really…nice of you to ask.” You splutter. Yoongi stops and waits for more of a go ahead.
“Actually, yeah that would be great if you could help. I’ve been stuck with this stupid problem for like two hours today and I can’t fix it for the life of me.” Yoongi smiles a bit at your exasperated tone and maybe a bit because you agreed to him helping. You can’t believe you just witnessed a smile on Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi takes the few more steps up to the desk. “May I?” He asks before you let him slide the computer closer to himself. Right away he gets into the program and sets up what he needs. Within minutes he’s fixed your problem with ease. He even explains each step of it carefully to you for next time. The height difference is a bit awkward with him standing and you in the stool just above his eye level.
“Wow you made that look too easy.” You say shaking your head. “Nah. That used to be a big problem for me too. Just takes some practice with the system.” Yoongi easily brushes off your insecurity. “So this is a project for your art class I’m guessing?” He asks. That’s when your brain clicks again.
“Oh! Yes for um visual editing. We had to make a stop motion video.” You answer nervously because yes this was the class assignment but it was also for Yoongi. Months ago when you thought he liked you, you started this project to give to him.
“That’s cool. Why this song though? It’s my favorite. You also like Epik High?” Yoongi is truly curious about this. “Yea they’re good. I just thought it would go well with the images I had in mind.” You answered while fiddling with your sleeves.
That was mostly the truth. The other truth being you’d never heard the song until the day you walked by the music room and heard Yoongi rapping to it. That had been your turn to stare through the open door.
“So are you finished with it now? Could I see it if you don’t mind?” Yoongi asks shyly. Oh dear. He wants to see the video? I mean sure it’s supposed to be for him but you hadn’t prepared yourself to show it to him just yet. Though in this situation it would be too weird to say no.
“Yeah sure. Let me know what you think.” Your heart pounds in your chest as you start the finished video. It starts perfectly with the music for the first time and you’re excited about that at least.
Yoongi recognizes the objects in the video right away. It’s all the things you had laid out on the desk that he ruined twice. The filming made all those random things look like a small city. It pans back to a cassette tape that breaks apart. The tape film swirls up and turns into the silhouette of a sparrow that flies back down through the city and up toward the sky. The camera pans back down over everything to show the city spells out FLY.
The video ends and Yoongi is honestly in awe. The whole thing is so beautifully done. To have a special video to his favorite song like this is really incredible. It made the feelings he has for you swell a little more in his chest. “This is really incredible. Honestly so creative.”
You can’t keep back the blush of your cheeks from his compliments. It made all of the hard work worth it. Who cares about getting a good grade because Min Yoongi just told you your work is incredible.
“Thanks. I uh sort of made this for you anyway.” You mumble towards the floor. Why were you even confessing this? Yoongi turns to you in surprise. “For me? What do you mean?” He asks.
You take in a deep breath and try to look at him but you just can’t. It’s time to spill before your nerves can hold you back. “A few months ago when everyone was telling me you liked me I really believed it. I’m sorry I never said anything to you about it but everyone kept telling me to stay away from you. That you had some secret life outside of school. Like something silly with underground rapping and having a gun and oh god all kinds of ridiculous rumors. They scared me off at first but I was also curious. I think while I was trying to figure you out I started to like you. I thought I could make this for you as a way to kind of break the ice or whatever. One day after that I heard you rapping this song in the music room and I looked it up. I put the whole thing together but then the other day you snapped at me. I thought maybe you actually hated me and were planning my murder or something. So anyway if you’re here now helping me out I guess you don’t hate me that much?”
Wow that was a lot. It was a lot for Yoongi to take in and it was a lot for you let out. “Wait, so you, like me?” Yoongi asks after taking a long time to process the information. “Uh, well yeah I guess I do. Is that all you got out of that?” You chuckle a bit and Yoongi blushes. “No! No, I get everything. I’m so flattered that you made this for me. Honestly it’s the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You both smile
“And no, I don’t hate you. Not at all. Sure I thought I hated you for a while. I don’t know what happened that one day I saw you in here making pottery and I just thought you were so cute. I couldn’t stop thinking about you or watching you at school. When you found out I was watching you and the whole school found out I was mortified. I realized what a creep I had been for just watching you like that. I don’t like being the center of attention and I was so annoyed with it all that I started blaming it on you. Which is totally stupid. That day I yelled at you I had a dream the night before about talking to you like this and I couldn’t sleep well after that. I was grumpy and frustrated about my feelings. It was stupid of me to take it out on you like that. So thank you for still liking me after something like that.”
Something peaceful and warm settles in the room. All of the tensions between the two of you dissipate into thin air and are finally replaced with attraction. “Well now that we know we like each other. Would you agree to a date with me tomorrow? Maybe a movie or something?” Yoongi asks. He looks you right in the eye. He’s so full of courage now that everything is out in the open.
“I think that would be great.” Again you both smile. The faraway longing and pining for each other now flourishing into a close connection.