my teacher shouts

anonymous asked:

9 or 48? Pleaseeeee 💜💜

9.  “Don’t ask me that.”

48.  “I made a mistake.”

I’m going to take a challenge, anon, and include both 9 and 48! 

I’ve never tried my hand at a modern, high school AU, so I figured I’d give it a shot. 

This also may or may not be based on event from my own life, though severally altered. (Hint: I did not have a Cassian to carry me to the nurse’s office.)

AO3


“I’ve got this one!” Jyn yelled as the model rocket shot from its base. Following its trajectory through the air, Jyn sprinted towards where she estimated it would land, her best friend Bodhi following just behind her.

Unfortunately, her focus on the rocket meant she wasn’t focusing on the uneven terrain beneath her feet, and the practice football field her science class was using for today’s experiment was far from an ideal running surface. Especially if one was wearing sandals, which Jyn happened to sporting today.

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shockingly, there is nothing hypocritical about being firmly against real-life injustices while enjoying depictions of them in fiction

anonymous asked:

one time my language teacher brought her veteran husband (+her dog) to class to so he can tell us war stories. dog ended up running around classroom peeing everywhere, my teacher was shouting at her husband for no reason and he looked like he was gonna cry and our principal just stepped into classroom, look at surroundings and just left the classroom with the most confused face. for some reason I still think about that day.

i’m the dog

All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter One (Yoongi x Y/N: Gang AU)

Okay so about a week ago I posted a condensed version of this story under the title RUN - Yoongi Gang AU and asked you guys if you wanted me to actually make it into a fanfiction like I had originally planned to. Due to overwhelming response i have decided to move forward with this! This first chapter is about half of the scenario I posted a week ago so if you read that you can skip right to chapter two! Thanks for all of the love and support and Merry Christmas to our wonderful followers, this is our present to you!! 

Here is my fanfiction based on BTS’ comeback and music video for RUN!

Originally posted by sugagifs

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

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Worth It (Evan Hansen x reader imagine)

A/N: Hii! I wanted to start on requests today, but I actually had a really rough day so I just wrote and out came this! It was really interesting to write for Evan. I feel that we are pretty similar so it was odd that it was a little challenging to write his dialogue, but I think it turned out okay. Let me know though! Also this inspired me to write a Jared request tomorrow. Yay!

Request: sadly no, but I’m starting writing requests tomorrow
Words: 1339
Warnings: none, since I don’t think that one kiss counts

The idea that you had all the time in the world was never one that suited you. Instead, you raced through life, trying to do the most in the least amount of time. You threw yourself into all the AP classes you could find, joined over five clubs and created another two, all while taking extra classes to bulk up your G.P.A and make yourself desirable for colleges. You never did anything with less than 100% and you pushed yourself beyond the breaking point. Some might say that all of the pushing and pushing led to the inevitable fall, also known as when you stayed up for 72 hours straight and wandered into a 7/11 wearing nothing but a dinosaur costume made for 10-year-olds. On the other hand, nobody knew where you found the costume, so you actually came out of the experience with a super cool outfit.
Your parents didn’t find the whole fiasco as funny as you did. Instead, they saw it as a cry for help, which it might have been, but you couldn’t get over the fact that you had dyed one-foot blue and had no memory of it. So for the next month you spent your days in therapy, recollected yourself, and learned that your worth wasn’t determined by your grade point average or how the life you would live wouldn’t be determined by high school. In the end you had to admit that you couldn’t keep up what you had been doing. You ended up dropping the clubs, the overwhelming AP classes, and unneeded stresses.

When you went back to school you told anyone that asked that you had to go out of town for family. Nobody asked further questions, their minds too consumed with other things. The only person who seemed the least bit concerned was a boy who was in your P.E. class named Evan. You had often talked to him during P.E. since both of you dreaded the mile run that everyone had to do each month. When you walked into the school gym you were greeted with Evan’s relieved yet still stressed smile.
“Are you okay y/n?” he immediately asked. Maybe sensing the surprise on your face he took two steps back.
“I-I mean you don’t have to tell me. I don’t care. I mean I do care! I j-just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“It’s fine Evan,” you said before Evan could start his nervous ramble again. You had actually grown to enjoy his rambling, you found it adorable. It was hard to admit, but you had missed him and his kind eyes and even kinder words.
“Some family stuff came up and I had to go for a while.”
“Oh, well I hope everything is okay and that everyone’s alright.”
“They’re getting there.” And with that the gym teacher blew her whistle and forced everyone to start running.
What you didn’t know was that over the past month Evan had been extremely worried. No matter what coping skills his therapist gave him, or how many pep talks his mom gave him, and even Jared saying that if he was so freaked out he could have a “bro sleepover, not a sleepover since we’re cooler than that, but a bro sleeper,” but he was still worried about you every day. When he saw you walk in relief flooded his whole body. Finally, he knew you were okay, and that all the horrible possibilities that he kept overthinking weren’t real. With the knowledge that you were safe he knew that it was finally time to pluck the courage to talk to you more.

To Evan’s surprise you were the one who found him at lunch. You walked into the cafeteria knowing that if you ate with the people you normally did they would be judgmental about your new school schedule. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glance of Evan and his friend Jared that once spilled orange juice all over your shoes and then asked why you spilled his juice. Realizing that spending lunch with Evan was the best choice you walked over and sat down across from the two boys.
“Well, well, well. What brings you over here y/n? Got bored of overachieving to the extreme?” Jared asked while shoving fries into his already full mouth. Evan sent Jared a glance while you laughed.
“Actually, I wanted to eat with Evan, but you’re a wonderful bonus.”
“You wanted to eat with me? Why would you?”
“Damn Evan, be nice to the hot girl who wants to eat with us.” With Jared’s response Evan’s eyes went wide, while you tried to hide your laughs.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be mean! I was just curious to why, but I guess it came off as mean when I would never want to be mean to you-,” you reached across the table and patted Evan’s arm while his face went bright red.
“It’s seriously fine Evan. I understood where you were coming from. And Jared, are you always so blunt?”
“You best believe I am. You don’t get to be as smooth as me by beating around the bush.”
“Oh totally. You are the epitome of smooth Jared.” With that the three of you spent the rest of lunch laughing and for the first time you enjoyed lunch and had a nice time.
For the next few weeks you spent your lunch with your newfound friends and always laughed the time away. Although Jared was extremely fun to be around you couldn’t help, but want to spend more time with Evan.

“Evan?”
“Uh yes y/n?” Evan said looking up from the paper he was scribbling on. You were currently in P.E., but the teacher had finally realized that neither of you would ever beat your mile run time.
“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime, out of school. And without Jared. I mean I like the guy, but not how I like you.”
“You want to hang out with just me?”
“Well unless you don’t want to.”
“No! I want to!” Evan said loudly causing his face to turn bright crimson red, and for the teacher to send an annoyed look to the both of you.
“Just so you know, I’m asking you on a date. I wasn’t very clear, so here is another chance to back out.”
“I still want to,” he replied with his smile beaming back to your bright smile.
“I have to tell you something else.” Evan nodded in response with curiosity written across his face.
“When I was away for a month it wasn’t because family stuff was happening,” you looked in his eyes for the next part.
“I went through a hard time and I needed to get some help so I could sort everything out. That’s why I stopped most of my AP classes and left all those clubs. It was all too much. I would get it if you don’t want to go out with me now that you know.” Evan just looked at you for a few seconds with an unreadable expression.
“That’s amazing.”
“What?”
“You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of. You are smart, beautiful, funny, and now I know that you might get what I go through.”
“You’ve gone through things like me?”
“Every day.”
“Do you still want to go on a date with me?” Evan asked looking down at his shoes. Instead of responding you brought his lips to your own. You could feel Evan’s surprise, but in an instant he kissed you back. The sounds around you seemed to drown out and all you could do was feel Evan’s soft lips against yours and hold onto the sweet taste of him loving you with everything he had.
“No lip smacking in my gym!!!” the teacher shouted from the other side of the room, but all you and Evan could do was ignore her and then intertwine hands as you were given detention together. It was definitely worth it.

The Signs™ as things my math teacher has said
  • Shout out to Mr. Janosek my home slice
  • Aries: Now you're choking me, now you're not
  • Taurus: Look at this biscuit head
  • Gemini: You have to have a college degree to throw things in here (this was a high school freshman geometry class)
  • Cancer: You guys did baller on the quiz
  • Leo: When you guys disagree with me it's really hard to listen to you
  • Libra: Mason is a liquid
  • Virgo: I can do the shapes
  • Scorpio: [spoken in an exaggerated midwestern cowboy accent] tangent
  • Sagittarius: I can't count
  • Capricorn: I was in the women's band that year
  • Aquarius: What's a GIF I only know Jpegs
  • Pisces: It's a one way roast street

ephirae  asked:

Ahh! I just love reading your stuff because it is so! good! every! time! You take all these prompts and respond to them in a way that I just never expect! Especially your latest one about the powers that favours hold! How are you able to respond to these prompts in such an abstract (is that even the right word) way? I always seem to take a literal route

Ah thank you! I love taking stories into unexpected directions, so it’s wonderful to know that I’m succeeding!

One of my favorite English teachers, shout out to Mrs. Ladd, told us a quote from Hemingway. “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”

That’s what I always try to do! 

In that particular prompt, the word that struck me most was “powerful.” In my experience, favors are what create and give power. It’s what politicians bank on and nepotism thrives on.

Thus, my one true sentence became “You know now (not then) that power comes through and from favors.” (X)

I tend to pick out one word and use whatever pops into my head as the backbone of the piece.

Or like one of my older posts, Devil Deals (X)! The word that stuck out to me there was “contract.” I’d just read that story about a dude who won a court case against a credit card company because he changed the contract to be no interest on his policy! And then I thought about that song Devil Went Down to Georgia and knew I wanted that tone in the prompt fill. Hence the true line:

“You know,” her grandmother says, “your grandpa was a fiddler. It’s no surprise he passed it on to you.”

So my advice is to not be afraid to dissect and pick apart a prompt! You don’t have to use all of it (never mention when you don’t, most people don’t mind!), just the parts that fit with what you find interesting. Whether that be the setting, a word, a color, or a name!

I remember having to put my hair up in a bun cause it comes down into my forehead and the forehead is an important place in theatre cause you know, eyebrows. While this girl in my class wrapped my hair somehow onto the top of my head, my teacher shouts “COME ON LIN MANUEL MIRANDA DID IT” and im just there thinking “WELL YA BOI LIN MANUEL MIRANDA DOESNT LOOK LIKE NO DAMN ONION BOY”

4

Allison snarls: That’s right I’m not your friend, you f*cking bimbo. 

Lala pleads: Allison, stop! Nicole is here.

Allison: Nicole needs to know exactly what her mother is. A cheap, conniving, low-life bimbo who likes to go after married men. 

Ivory smiles: A married man who is also the father of my child.

Ivory smiles slyly at Niara and thinks to herself,  I’ve slept with both of your husbands, you b*tches.

Lala: Nicole, inside now. Hurry.

Ivory snaps: You don’t speak to my child either, Lala. 

Nicole whimpers: I’m scared. Please don’t say mean words. My teacher says-

Ivory shouts: GET YOUR ASS INSIDE NOW, NIC!

Nicole nods, then scurries away in tears, her little face crumpled with fear and worry.

Niara scoffs: Allison, why are you even concerned about this tramp? Look how she talks to her own small child.

Ivory: You’re one to talk, Niara. At least I don’t lock my kids out of their own house.

Niara suspicious: How the hell do you know that?

Ivory: I know a ton of things about BOTH of you. You thought you could come here and intimidate me, I suppose? Rich, classy San Myshuno socialites. Little do you know that I can destroy you both!  Now get off my property before I call the police.

New Boy - Lai Guanlin Requested Scenario

@via-rv11 

Genre: high school!Guanlin

Message?: THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY

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“Miss Y/L/N!” my teacher, Miss Williams, shouted making me sit up and look at her in panic.

“Uh, yes Miss?” I asked.

“Care to explain what this is?” she asked, putting up my screen on the big screen to reveal shirtless photos of BTS, put on there by the boy next to me as I was daydreaming.

I sat there with my mouth open in shock, “uh-I.”

“That’s it! Straight detention!” she shouted, “and pay attention.”

I sighed, closing the screen just as the bell went and I walked as fast as I could out the lesson, some people laughing at me from behind.

See, I never really get on that well with school. Being an introvert doesn’t help. Neither does being easily distracted.

“Y/N!” Jennie shouted, running up to me and wrapping her arm round my neck.

See, Jennie does get on well at school. She’s an extrovert. That’s how introverts make friends you see, we wait for extraverts to adopt us and introduce us to other people, that’s Jennie to me.

“Jennie!” I exclaimed.

“Have you seen the new boy?!” Jennie asked, turning to me, suddenly looking serious.

“No..?” I said in a questioning tone, “is he fit?”

“I don’t know!” she cried over-dramatically, “I’ve just heard that he’s here!”

“Have you heard anything about him?” I asked as we both swung our bags onto the pingpong tables before sitting down.

“Apparently he’s really shy, which is great!” she exclaimed.

“Why?” I asked.

She stared at me, “seriously? You don’t understand why that’s good?”

“Umm, no. Am I suppose to?”

“Yes!” she cried, falling backwards, making me laugh, “Y/N! It’s good because I can adopt him, just like I did with you, and you have a chance!”

“Oh,” I said, nodding, “you don’t want a chance?”

Jennie shook her head, “I’m linking with Jack.”

“You! And! Jack!” I exclaimed, shooting up.

Jennie began laughing, nodding before Lidia ran up to us.

“Okay from your conversation I’ve heard heard the words ‘Jack’ ‘linking’ and 'new boy’,” Lidia said, “that concludes to be interesting.”

I smiled, summarising, “there’s a new boy but Jennie isn’t interested because she’s linking with Jack.”

“But!” Jennie exclaimed, “Y/N should be interested!”

“Oh come on Jennie, Y/N’s never interested!” Lidia exclaimed.

“I am!” I exclaimed.

“When?” she asked, sitting where I was just sat.

“When you guys come over and show me those photos!” I exclaimed.

She shrugged, “but they’re celebrities, everyone likes celebrities!”

“Fine, maybe I don’t like many peo—”

I stopped talking as I turned around and walked straight into someone, knocking his map out his hands.

“I-I’m so-sorry,” I stuttered, bending down to pick it up as he did exactly the same.

“It-it’s o-okay,” he stuttered as well, making me look at him a smile.

He smiled too, making my heart flutter.

“H-hey, you don’t happen to be n-new, do you?” I asked.

He nodded, “I am, I- I just came here fr-from Taipei.”

“Taipei?! That’s so cool!” I said, giving him his map as we stood up.

“Thanks,” he said, “my names Guanlin by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N, could I perhaps hang out with you today?” Guanlin asked.

I looked at Lidia and Jennie who smiled, giving me a thumbs up, before I turned back round to Guanlin and nodded, knowing that this was definitely going somewhere.

This would be the boy I liked.

In English we have to write in journals for 5 minuets and then trade with someone and I’ve been giving my teacher mine to read because I have no friends in the class and I had accidentally wrote about John and Sherlock being a couple and he was like

“Wait do you mean in BBC Sherlock or in the books?”

Me: “both”

Him: “I can dig that.”

Me: “I can dig elvis.”

Him: “don’t you dare”

sanasketch786  asked:

I'm sure that you will hand over the driver's license :3

I have to somehow.
The thing is.
In the first lesson, i was driving with my father, and i started to cry after 5 minutes (for real 5 minutes) because I didn’t know how to move or to start and my father started shouting (he gets easily aggresive). It was hard to learn something when you don’t concentrate on driving, but on your father so he won’t shout again haha. 
I’m sure my teacher won’t shout at me, but I’m scared i will concentrate on the teacher, not on the road.

BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

Well. I’ve been so obsessed with the new album and music video that i decided to base this scenario off of Run. This is so long, because I was originally thinking of using the idea to start a new fanfiction, so this is a very condensed version of that. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!!!! 


BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

The next morning, I arrived to class half an hour late but uncaring. No one had been there to tell me to wake up or scold me for being late like usual, so I had just kept sleeping. I walked into the classroom and made my way to my seat.

“Y/N? Where’s your late pass. And please be respectful and bow when you enter the classroom.”

I ignored him, settling into my seat and finding a comfy position to lay my head down in. “Y/N!” I jumped at the force of hand slamming down on my desk. “Detention.” He handed me a slip and turned back to the front of the classroom. I looked at it for a second and then crumpled it up, throwing it to the ground and resuming my sleeping position.

Some time later, I heard voices nearby, waking me from my stupor.

“Y/N, you really are hard core, huh? First punching Suga and today refusing to greet the teacher and throwing your detention pass to the ground?” I saw that J-Hope was the one speaking, an incredulous look on his face. It had to be lunch time, because then I noticed three of the other boys from yesterday lounging around me with J-Hope, Suga ignoring the ordeal and looking out the window absently.

“You’re seriously amazing! Where’d you learn to punch like that?” One of the guys asked, “Oh I’m Jimin, by the way.”

I just stared at him, long enough to make his enthusiastic expression melt away.

“She really is cold.” One of the others shivered slightly.

“Shut up, V! She just doesn’t like the attention can’t you tell?” Another one said.

“Oh little Jungkookie knows everything it seems.” V retorted, earning a playful slap from the one they called Jungkook. Suddenly, they were all playing around and laughing.

“Go away.” I said, standing from my seat and gathering up my things.

“Y/N, you’re so cold!” J-Hope whined. “You’re the first person who has ever stood up against Suga, we’re just trying to get to know you!”

“Will you all shut up?! Jesus!” Suga’s loud voice filled every corner of the room as he stood up, the chair slamming to the ground. Before anyone could reply he was storming out of the classroom. I watched him go, slightly dumbfounded and for some reason, a little disappointed.

That night, on my way home, all I could think about were those stupid boys and their stupid gang. Whatever they were involved in, it took a toll on both Suga and Jin. That much was clear. I entered the long tunnel that spilled out into the city near my house and immediately noticed something was wrong. Cars were backed up and honking relentlessly. Squinting, I noticed that halfway down the tunnel, a large pickup truck was parked so that it blocked both lanes, stopping all traffic. There was hollering and excited yelps from every direction and I watched as the people in the cars got angrier and angrier. My feet inched closer to the disruption and that’s when I saw them.

I noticed V first, crouched on the hood of a car with a spray paint can in his hand as he ‘X’ed out the windshield and laughed maniacally. BTS was in the road between cars, flying across the tops of them, and causing all sorts of mayhem. J-Hope spit his drink out at a window, while Jimin dumped his on the top of a car. They screamed and danced around, laughing and having so much fun. As much as I could tell that this was a huge disturbance, I was fascinated and I watched in awe. They had each other’s backs—that much was clear. They all had a reason for what they were doing, like their youth was taking a toll on them and this was them fighting back. It made me dizzy with jealousy to see how much they loved each other, to see them creating memories right before my eyes.

Then I spotted Suga. He seemed drunk on the rush of what he was doing, and it made him he even more attractive than before. He chucked his cup at a car, and that’s when the first person started to get out of their car. Suga called out a warning and they all started running for the pick up truck, climbing into the back before the driver pulled away crazily, all of them screaming and shouting from the truck bed. Within seconds, traffic went back to normal, and it was like nothing ever happened. I blinked a couple of times before continuing forward.

I didn’t like that I could feel myself getting attached to where I was. J-Hope, Jungkook, Jimin, and V tried to talk to me everyday, but I continued to shut them down. Sometimes Rap Monster and Jin even showed up. They would just talk around me, assuming I was listening and halfway through lunch, Suga would always get up and leave, like clockwork. They could tell I was warming up from my occasional smiles or quiet chuckles. I tried so hard to fight it.

“Y/N come to our party tonight.” Jimin ordered and I ignored him.

“Aww come on, Y/N! We know you like having us around! You have to warm up at some point!” Jungkook insisted.

I still refused to say anything, giving them all cold glares.

“Well here’s the address anyway.” J-Hope pushed a paper over to me and I crumpled it up. They all sighed and continued with their conversation. I didn’t throw the paper to the ground though. Instead I kept it tightly sealed in my palm, refusing to open it until I got home later.

They neglected to inform me that the party would be held in an abandoned railway car, but I stood watching from the outside I could hear pounding music and just barely see flashing lights. What was I doing here? I was breaking all of my rules.

Painted in large spray paint letters on the outside of the car were the words “Wasted Youth Enter the Void”

Without thinking, I hoisted yourself up and pulled the door open, revealing the mess of party goers inside. There were old couches everywhere and a million twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling as people danced and drank and acted like complete fools. The music was so loud it made my head ache. In the corner I could see most of BTS yelling and jumping around, having a great time together like always.

“You came.” Someone shouted from behind me and I turned quickly to see Jin, a dazed look on his face and a half empty red solo cup in his hand.

I nodded shortly, pushing past him to get myself a drink. If I was going to stay here, there was no way I would be able to do it sober. Usually I didn’t drink. In fact, I’ve always been very adamant about not drinking to solve my problems. But something about this place, the atmosphere. None of my actions made sense anymore. I just did things without thinking.

I felt Jin’s warm hand on my arm and shrunk away. He came close to me, only a breath away. “I’m really glad you came.”

I pulled away as quick as I could, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable. “Jin, you’re drunk. Please keep your hands to yourself.”

“Y/N!” I heard J-Hope shout from across the room and my eyes followed his voice. But it wasn’t him that I saw. Instead it was the lifeless eyes that for once didn’t look so lifeless and were instead sparked with a little bit of disbelief. Suga seemed to take an involuntary step forward before stopping himself.

They made their way over to us and I stared at my shoes, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” I heard Jungkook tell me quietly, an embarrassed look on his face. They all had glitter in their hair and red cups in their hands. I watched as Suga suddenly downed the rest of his drink and pushed past me to refill his cup, then proceeding to gulp down that one.

I realized that Jungkook was still looking at me and I blushed a little bit. Looking down I said quietly. “Thanks.”

“SHE SPOKE! SHE SAID SOMETHING OTHER THAN HER COLD PHRASES!” J-Hope started to jump around like a horse and I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

Just then, the door slammed open and seven silhouettes entered as if they owned the place. Rap Monster straightened and pushed through us to meet them. “You aren’t welcome here.”

“I thought this was an open party.” A guy with white blonde hair chuckled slightly, reaching to snatch Suga’s cup out of his hand and taking a swig. I rolled my eyes. The testosterone was suddenly overwhelming.

“You aren’t welcome here, Jackson. Please show yourselves out before we do.” Rap Monster, as always, was very civil, but Jackson just laughed.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Again, my body moved on instinct. I did something I never would have done before. My wrist snapped forward, and the cup that I had been about to drink from was suddenly dousing Jackson from head to toe in warm beer.

Slowly, every single one of them turned to look at me in absolute shock. I kept my bored expression and took out my phone. “You’re annoying.”

And again, I was thrown against a wall forcefully, but this time, Jackson didn’t look like he would be too forgiving. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing, I’d like to take you home and—“ Before he could finish, he was being thrown across the room by a figure with mint green hair and a furious expression.

“Keep your hands off her.” Suga growled as Jackson stood up.

“Looks like you’re Suga’s newest whore, huh?” Jackson smirked and Suga was on him again, throwing punches left and right.

Some of his other guys had circled me while I had been too busy watching to pay attention. One threw me over his shoulder while the other attempted to hit me. Jin and J-Hope came out of nowhere trying to get my attackers. The entire party had stopped to watch, but had done nothing to help. I managed to get away from the two guys with the help of Jin and J-Hope, but they just kept coming for me. Everyone was fighting and I was getting ready to defend myself.

Rap Monster managed to get out, “Suga! Get her out of here!”

There were growls and more punches from Suga, but Rap Monster insisted. “NOW.”

Before I could even think, Suga had grabbed onto my wrist and was yanking me out of the car and down the train tracks. “Run.”

And I did, holding tightly onto his hand and keeping up with him easily as my heart pounded in my ears, the warmth from his hand spreading sparks throughout my entire body. We didn’t stop until we were in the middle of a deserted bridge and then Suga abruptly halted, bending over to catch his breath. I breathed hard and tried to gather my thoughts. Suga pushed me lightly and stumbled back. “You idiot! Why would you do that?”

Anger formed in my chest. “We all knew you guys were gonna fight no matter what, I just sped up the process and got to have my input.” I swung my legs over the bridge railing and perched on the side. There was nothing to catch me if I slipped but I didn’t mind.

After a few seconds, he joined me without a word, still panting slightly. “Stop doing stupid things. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His words were a quiet threat, but they didn’t scare me.

“I’m not getting myself into anything your friends are the ones he keep showing up next to me every day.”

We were silent for what felt like forever, but it was a comfortable silence. The most comfortable I had been in a very long time. I think he felt it too, because his shoulders relaxed in a way I had never seen before.

“I know you won’t listen or insist that you have nothing to do with us. But you really shouldn’t get caught up with us, Y/N. We’re going nowhere. Never have and never will. We fight and drink and party to keep the pain away but it’s always there at the end of the day.” His voice was raw, honest. I couldn’t remember the last time I had let someone open up to me and vice versa.

“What if I’m not going anywhere either?” It came out quiet, but I knew he could hear it.

He shook his head. “No. You aren’t like us, Y/N. You’re choosing it I can tell. I hate that you’re choosing this.”

I decided to ignore him. “What’s your real name, Suga?”

“To you, it’s Suga.” He answered instantly, staring at me with those lifeless eyes before continuing to look out at the bay.

“Then to you it’s Idiot Girl.” I replied stubbornly, getting up from the railing and starting to climb back over. He jumped over easily and when I looked at him, his eyes shined a little bit with amusement.

“It’s always been that to me.” He shot back easily, shooting you a smile. Wait. Was he flirting? I stared a little bit and in the process lost my footing and slipped. My heart skipped a beat as I felt my weight shift backwards. Like lightning, he was there gripping my waist tightly and pressing me against the railing. I could feel the warmth of his body through the cold metal, and all of the breath left my lungs. We were inches away from one another and I could see into the depths of those dark eyes. He looked slightly frantic, “Idiot girl.” He mumbled. I prayed he couldn’t feel the way my heart raced. It had been so long since I had felt anything besides emptiness, and he was the reason for that.

We stayed like that for a minute or two, both of us breathing heavy from the rush, our chests just barely touching. And then using his arm for support I climbed back over, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to be close, that I was supposed to keep the wall high. I surged forward without a word, and after just a second I heard him trailing behind. “I can get home by myself.”

“I’m not leaving you alone, Idiot Girl.” He grumbled, pushing past me so he could stand in front. I pushed past him again, how did he expect to find my house without me leading the way? He settled for walking next to me. We didn’t speak again, that comfortable silence taking over.

My house came into view shortly after, and I stopped when we came in front of it, turning to him. “Thanks. See you at school.”

“The lights aren’t on.” He stared at my dark empty house with concern.

“They never are. Goodnight.” And then I went inside without another word.

On Monday, the boys came in with bruised faces and cuts but wicked grins, indicating that they had won their fight.

“Did you see Y/N? She was so fearless!” J-Hope looked at me with admiration and I just shoved him a little.

“You and Suga missed out on the best parts of the fight.” Jimin boasted, remembering it all. At the mention of his name, I unconsciously looked up at him at the same time that he looked at me. He smiled a little bit and looked away making my heart beat unevenly. I stood up and gathered up my stuff. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” I sighed. I walked the halls in quiet thought, trying to shake everything I was feeling. As I rounded a corner I ran head first into the person I was trying to clear from my thoughts. He had his nose stuck in a book and hadn’t seen me coming.

His hands shot out to steady me and I felt warm where they connected with my waist. A blush crept up my neck against my will. “Idiot Girl.”

“Nameless Boy.”

“I have a name, it’s not my fault if you choose to not accept it.” He replied with an evil smirk. I repaid that with a punch on the arm before getting up and walking away.

Things continued that way all week. It felt like Suga and I were dancing around each other, walking a thin line. I continued to warm up to the guys, and Suga seemed to stay around longer than before, only leaving after particular comments aimed at me it seemed.

On Friday night, I went home like normal. They had invited me to another party, but I felt like it was best if I stayed in. I wasn’t looking for any repeats of the last party. I spent most of the night watching movies in the dark, trying my best not to think about them and particularly Suga.

When two a.m. rolled around I decided it was time for bed and was just settling in when I felt a couple taps on my window. My immediate reaction was a racing heart and to imagine the worst case scenario. But like always recently, my body acted before my mind and I pulled the curtain back. On the other side was a shock of green hair leaning casually. My heart jumped in my chest. I cracked the window. “Go away.”

“Idiot, let me in.” His words were slightly slurred, and I remembered the way that he drank last week. He was drunk.

“Not like that.” I answered flatly.

But he ignored me, pushing the window open more and climbing in. I just stood by, too tired to prevent it from happening. He tripped a little and stumbled.

“Get out.”

“Why didn’t you come to the party?” He was talking normally, despite the slur, for the first time since I had met him, and it only took several cups of liquor to do it. He sat down on my bed and smiled warmly at me, sending shivers throughout my body.

“Despite what you might think, I have no desire to get beat up or wasted.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like we mean nothing to you.”

“You don’t.”

“And here I was spending all night and all week thinking about you and your lips.” He replied honestly, chuckling slightly at his own words while I stared at him, frozen. He seemed to detect my silence and suddenly became embarrassed. “I—“

“Please stop.” I said as coldly as possible.

He looked at me blankly. “Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me and talking to me and trying to get my attention. It won’t work! I can’t feel anything, I won’t feel anything!” I exclaimed, frustration and all of my emotions that I had kept at bay building up in my eyes.

He stood silently, his eyes slightly hooded as he stood just centimeters from me. “I don’t want to.”

I pushed his chest. “Stop.”

“Y/N.” It was the first time I had heard him say my name. It sent butterflies throughout me and I hated it.

I pushed again. “Stop!”

“Y/N.”

“Get out!” I screamed, pushing him harder. He stumbled back from the alcohol and the force, looking at you with hurt in his eyes. I turned away so that he couldn’t see the tears that were gathering in my eyes.

I heard the window open but I knew he was still there. “It’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” And then he was gone, and I was sobbing uncontrollably for the first time in years. I liked him, I liked him so much that it hurt, and I couldn’t let myself have those feelings. I was alone and I always would be.

When I got back to school I tried my hardest to avoid them all. It wasn’t hard with Suga but the others obviously didn’t get the memo. I had gotten too close and now I needed to step back. Before I left to hide somewhere during lunch from them, I heard a piece of J-Hope and Suga’s conversation.

“Yeah, today, right after school in the alley. They’re bringing back up I heard so be prepared.” J-Hope whispered furiously.

“I’m always prepared.” Suga growled. “Jackson and his band of idiots don’t scare me.”

I left without listening any longer. It didn’t concern me anymore and quite frankly it never should have.

That day, the teacher made me stay after to go over the notes since I had been sleeping. Again. By the time I had begun heading home, the sun was starting to set. Before my feet could set down on the route to my house I remembered something. They were going to fight today. In the alley where I had first met them.

I don’t know why I went. I don’t know why I was physically incapable of saving myself any longer. But I was so glad that I did.

All by himself in the darkest corner of the alley, Suga sat breathing heavily, his face bruised and cut, blood covering his white shirt. I ran toward him without a second thought. “Suga,” I breathed when I was right there and he finally noticed me, shooting me a lopsided smile through his cuts.

“Y/N. I thought you hated me.”

For once I decided to be honest with him and myself. “I hate what you’re doing to me, idiot. I’m scared. I’m scared to let you in.”

“I am too.” He replied in a labored breath.

“What happened? Where is everyone?” I was slightly frantic, he was not in a good condition at all.

“The hospital. I held the other gang off.”

“Why are they at the hospital?” I almost screamed, hysterical at the thought of one of them being hurt.

“Jin, he…they had a gun, Y/N.” He choked a little bit on the words, a single tear escaping his eye. I caught it with a kiss and pulled him to me as gently as possible. Jin. The one who had been kindest to me at all of them. The one whose tree I had stolen.

“He’s gonna be okay Yoongi I swear. He’s gonna be okay.” But I was crying for the second time in the same week.

Because he wasn’t.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

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