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Pair¬ Yoongi×you

Genre¬ High school au!, romance

Synopsis¬ what would you do when you realise your feelings for him, while you're hiding in a narrow closet with him breathing into your hair?

Words¬ 1874

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"Girl, so obvious you make yourself, when you stare at me like that." Yoongi rolls his eyes, with a scoff, while stretching himself to find comfort in your hiding place, a freaking dusty closet!

You clench your jaw at his very obvious methods to tease you.
"You can shut up, Yoon-gay-" you are abruptly cut-off when a palm seals your lips, a pair of footsteps echoing through the classroom, and you instantly curse your luck for having you face a nerve-wrecking plus embarrassing situation such as this.

Your mind brings back to you the happenings from just a few hours ago, and you blame a certain person known as Yoongi, for the current mess.

The bell rings, signifying the beginning of the class, and the chatter around slowly starts dying down as the professor arrives, but none of it is able to make you lift your head up from your dear notebook. Your doodle book. Yup, you're a doodle-head. And yea, doodling is the first thing on your list of hobbies. Heck, you'd even take it up for a career, if you could, that is.

Well this time, you're working on a boy. Not just any boy, but a certain one from your own school. You're usually not the girl to drool over a boy, and of course you're not doing that now, but it's just that he's has managed to enter your mind. His cat eyes can't leave your mind, and therefore, the only thing you wanted to do was to doodle it out.

You're onto shading his hair, when something hits the base of your head. The thing is light weight and falls onto the ground with an inaudible 'thud'.

Paper ball.

Your eyes stare at the piece of paper for a few seconds, before snapping towards the origin when another ball hits you.

Yoongi.

He's not a bully, to be exact, but not less than one. From attaching your spare sport shoes onto your locker's surface with Super Glue to knocking on your head in the middle of the class, he's done it all. Mostly.

You glare at him with all your might, without looking into his eyes. Damn, were you whipped for those eyes which made you go soft everytime you looked into them. You turn your head back and continue the shading, ignoring the dirty smirk he's sending your way.

You raise your head to glance at the board. Human reproduction. Easy.

"As you all may know, the male reproductive system includes the epididymis, vas deferens, the seminal vesicle, the pen-" and you shut the lecture out and continue with the outlines of your work. Everything is peaceful, the monotonous lecture going on in the background, the students listening to it with great keenness, and studying the diagrams on the board with greater keenness, and your pencil 'tch-ing' with every stroke against the paper.

That, until something hits you on your neck, again. Reaching behind you for the 'thing', you pick it up.

A pen cap. And a scrap of paper?

You unfold it and there, you find a message.

'Kitten'.

Your jaw clenches automatically.
He's catcalling you?! And that to through a paper?!

You snap your head back, again, you're sure your glare is no less than any lazer right now, and without warning, your voice rings through the room.

"Yah, you D!"

A silence follows after, with your eyes wide open in shock after the realisation hits you that you had shouted out without a thought.

You swollow hard, and then turn to face your professor hesitantly, meeting with the rage in his eyes, as you'd expected.

He glares daggers at you, and marches over to your desk. His eyes travel from your own to the doodle-book, and then back again. He slaps the notebook shut, and picks it up, taking it with him.

And that has you decided that you're going to rescue your notebook after school no matter what.

Of course you hadn't known at that time, that, the troublesome boy would have decided to tag along in this operation, thereby having the both of you to run through the premises of your own school, with your own notebook clutched in your hand, from the teacher who claimed to have seen someone sneak into the building.

"Kitten."

"..."

"Kitten."

"..."

"Hey Kitten."

"What the-" yeah, pull his hand off of face, but you timely stop your little outbreak before your hiding place was compromised.
You continue with a whisper this time.

"What the hell Yoon-gay! This is so not the time!"

He scoffs while rolling his eyes.
"What do you mean? We're almost into each ot-"

He pauses abruptly, when a sudden loud scratching of furniture against the tiles of the classroom is heard. Almost as if someone had tripped because of it. The noise is followed by a faint sound of someone clearing their throat, then kind of putting the furniture back into place.

You both stand there, still and soundless, holding your breaths. You notice it only now, that you're merely centimetres away from him. An abrupt move, and you both could kiss.

You shudder at the thought, not understanding the reason for the sudden alien feelings that are arising at the pit of your stomach. Or is it really alien?

As if on reflex, you take a step back, away from him, but the wall you had forgotten about, collides with your shoulder blade, making you hiss with pain, and having Yoongi step towards you to hold you by your good shoulder, checking you in concern.

"Who's there?!"

An unfamiliar voice asks out loudly, followed by steps approaching steadily towards the closet.

Your features are pulled into a frown, the fear of getting caught evident in your eyes as you look at the boy in front of you. He brings a finger to his lips, mouthing a 'quiet', and you nod obediently.

As the steps get closer, your heartbeat fastens, and you fear that even the person on the other side would be able to hear. You feel the organ almost jump into your throat when you hear the doorknob being grabbed by them. You squeeze your eyes shut, leaning into Yoongi unconsciously, as if trying to hide yourself behind his body.

Just as the person starts pulling onto it faintly, another distant voice interrupts their action.

"Jewon-ssi, what are you doing here? You are required in the staff room."

"Oh, is that so? Just a second, I have to -"

"No, it's urgent, the principal's call."

"Alright, let's go."

The sound of the footsteps, goes on decreasing, until it's no longer audible.

You both stay frozen at your places, and blinking at how your luck had managed to save you this time. You release the breath you didn't even know you'd been holding, but your heart races in twice the speed when you realise two things. First, your position, with you flat against the wall, and Yoongi against your front, one hands resting on the wall with the other on your shoulder. Second, the reason behind the crazy thumping of your heart, and we again come back to Yoongi.

Yoongi.

Your muse. Your reason for a pair of flushed cheeks. Your reason for the heavy rouge which adorns them. Your reason for the 'alien' feelings in your abdomen. Your reason for a jumping organ in your chest.

You looks up at him through your eyelashes, suddenly feeling timid at the confession you'd made to yourself. He looks down into your eyes, his own hooded with an expression, you can easily comprehend. It's something between want and adoration. It's lovely.

Between the both of you right now, is an energy which only you both could feel. It's almost as if you are seeing pink. Sparks erupt from where you are touching. There's a sense of understanding between you.

He doesn't even ask, nor give you the chance to do so, and presses his mouth hastily against your, before he starts to move his lips fervently. You gasp at the sudden contact, eyes wide open in sheer surprise. As if on cue, his starts pressing his hips onto yours, snatching away your breath. Waking up from your trance, you find his eyes closed, and eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You inhale through your nostrils, and start responding to the kiss, and it grows more passionate and breathtaking.

Your fingers trace his shoulders, and glide upwards, till one hand stops at the back of his neck, and the other one slides into his locks,pulling on them with gentle force. You pull him more into you by his neck your thumb grazing his cheekbone lazily, drinking him in.

Finding you growing bolder by the second, he slips his arms around your waist, pulling you more towards him, until no space is left. His tongue traces your upper lip, the hand on your shoulder leaving it to hold onto your chin. The kiss deepens, and continues for a few minutes, before you both run out of air, pulling away from each other to breath freely. Your chests heave, in-taking air, and you suddenly feel all sweaty, the air growing thicker by the second.

It hits you that you're still in a freaking damn waste closet. Realisation flashes on both of your faces, and you exchange a look, before laughing out breathily. You secretly take in his appearance, his bangs sticking to his forehead, while his shirt to his chest. His lips are a plump red from the kiss, and hell, your heart is making it difficult for you. He's messy, yet totally and absolutely hot. And appealing.

As if catching onto your thoughts, he passes by you towards the door, giving you a lazy smirk and a flirty wink. Damn are you weak for him.

Check left and right outside, he gestures for you to step out, and you gladly do so. You stand by each other, breathing in the cool air and straightening your backs, shy smiles adorning your faces, and you hide yours by acting as if you are fixing your hair.

Something hitting the back of your head makes you twist your head towards the source, and you find Yoongi with a shameless teasing smirk.

"Forgetting this already Kitten?"

Before you could retort with some sassy words to match his attitude, you are caught off guard when he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead. He pulls back, and without saying anything further, he walks out lazily, leaving you awestruck.

Snapping out of it, you find a smile dancing on your lips.

God, this boy has made you smile in a few minutes, more than anyone has in so many years.

Opening your notebook to the current page you've been working on, you find a pen (cap-less) resting in the middle of it, and a few digits under said boy's drawing, with a message following it.

'Wanna be my Kitten?'

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