anaxiphilia

chokemejimin:

anaxiphilia: the act of falling in love with the wrong person.

Badboy!Yoongi AU based on this post ~
characters: Reader
x Yoongi, appearances by all of Bangtan probably
A/N: My first attempt at a
fan fiction, I usually just do one shots, please go easy on me ~

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Hey [y/n]! I’m not coming
to class today, take good notes for me ~

I glared long and hard at the text message from my best
friend, Rose. Normally, I didn’t mind sitting in class alone; it was refreshing
to pay attention and take proper notes. It would be fine for any other class,
but not this one. Why? Because it was a class where participation was a huge
component.  As in, the professor
specifically wanted you to converse with the person beside you.

I just wish Rose
had texted me sooner so I could’ve skipped class as well.  As I angrily texted a reply back to her, I
felt the seat next to me shuffle. I looked up and my breath caught in my throat
as my eyes met his.

 Min Yoongi.

Yes, I knew his name. Everyone knew his name. He was the
notorious asshole that everyone had warned me to stay away from the moment I
had moved to this town. I had followed that advice almost religiously. However,
sometimes in the crowded cafeteria, my eyes would be drawn to him. There was
something about the way he held himself, his aura, that mesmerized me.

And now, here he stood less than 2 feet away from me, his
signature leather jacket shrugged over his form, paired with a plain white
t-shirt and legs clad in tight skinny jeans.
His blonde hair lazily covered his forehead, but even under the chaos, I
could see his dark eyes glowering at me. He raised an eyebrow at me, almost daring
me to say something to him.

I swiftly turned my head and averted my gaze to the front of
the class, secretly thanking the way my hair covered my reddening cheeks. As
the class silenced for the professor, I could’ve sworn I heard him chuckle.

The professor began his lecture and I busied myself on my
laptop, typing away furiously, trying to avoid his presence next to me all together. However, it seemed that was
impossible. The exact opposite was happening. Every time he moved, or even
sighed, my entire body would shift into awareness. It was as if I was waiting
for him to pounce on me.

I glanced at the clock and saw there were only 15 minutes
left till class was finished, and we hadn’t had a single discussion. A small
smile appeared on my face; someone up there was on my side today.

As we reached the last slide of today’s lecture, I shut my
laptop in a hurry to get away from him.

“Not so fast everyone,” the professor said, stepping away
from the podium. “As you all know, you have a video assignment due in two weeks’
time. I’ve received lots of emails saying that it’s too much work to do alone,
so I want you to look at the person beside you and say hello to your partner
for it.”

Oh. God. No.

I glanced in the opposite direction of where Yoongi sat,
hoping that there was another person I could be paired with, and of course, I
had chosen the seat next to the wall.

“Over here, sweetheart,” Yoongi chuckled. I slowly turned in
my seat towards him. He had his arm on the desk in front of him, his hand
holding the side of his head, which was slightly tilted. His eyes were watching
me with curiosity and amusement.

“Hi,” I muttered averting my gaze to the floor. I played
with the hem of my shirt, I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him.

“I know I’m attractive, but how are we supposed to work
together if you can’t even meet my eyes?” Yoongi said. Even though his words
were filled with arrogance, his voice showed no hint of it. I tilted my head up
slightly, now staring at his t-shirt, but Yoongi wasn’t having any of that. His
hand reached out and softly gripped my chin, tilting my head up completely so I
was staring directly at his face.

“That’s better,” he said, a devious smile emerging on his
face, making my heart thump violently in my chest. I jerked my head out of his
grip in shock.

“Um, about this project, I have a friend in this class that
isn’t here today. I wanted to ask the professor if I could work with her, if
that’s okay with you.” My gaze drifted away from his to the floor again as I
spoke.

“There you go again! I want your exquisite eyes on me as you
speak to me. If you can say that again while looking me in the eyes, you can go
ahead and ask the professor,” he taunted. I lifted my gaze to meet his and
gulped. My throat was suddenly very dry.

 “C-can you find yourself another partner, because I want to
ask the professor if I can work with my friend?” I said, my voice quivering. Why did he make me feel this way? Was I just having an off-day? Where is my
confidence? He looked at me as if he was assessing the way I addressed him.
He ran his hand along his sharp jawline, his fingertips hiding the small smirk
on his lips.

“That was a good start,” he said, as he reached over me
towards my pen and scribbled something on the sticky note that was attached to
my laptop.

“My number,” he said, answering my unasked question. “Text
me what she says.” He looked at me and smirked, “Actually no, call me and tell
me what she says, because I would do anything to hear your voice say my name.”

It felt like my heart had lurched up to my throat. He
chuckled, and gripped my chin as I began to avert my gaze from him again.

“I’ll see you around sweetheart,” he said, swiftly getting
up to leave the class. Just before he exited the door, he turned back and met
my gaze, which had followed his figure. His lips curved into a small smirk and
he winked at me, causing the blood to rush to my cheeks.

I quickly looked away, and began packing my things. I rushed
to the front of the class. I would do anything
to get out of this group project with him. The professor smiled as I approached
her.

“Hi Professor. Seo Yeon was actually absent from class today,
and she usually sits next to me. I was wondering if I could work with her
instead of my current partner?”  I spoke
clearly; all the nervousness I had felt with Yoongi had disappeared.

“If this is because you feel that she won’t get a partner,
you don’t have to worry. She will get someone else that was absent from today’s
lecture. However, I want both of you to be paired with someone different, as
you two always do every group
activity together. So this time, it’s a no,” the professor said, giving me a
small smile.

“Okay, thank you professor,” I said nonchalantly. You were my favourite, but not anymore.

As I exited the class, my shoulders felt heavy. God, what had I done to deserve this? And
why him out of all people?

“I’m guessing she said no?” I jumped at the sound of
Yoongi’s voice. He was leaning against the wall beside the entrance of the
lecture hall. I placed a hand to my heart as if the gesture would calm it down.
Yoongi noticed and chuckled wholeheartedly.

“Oh, man, I really should come to this class more often.”
Yoongi said, shrugging off the wall and walking towards me. As he took steps
towards me, I took steps back until I felt the wall press against my back. Yoongi
put one of his hands on the wall next to my face and tilted his head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you over the
next two weeks.”

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A/N: omg, pls tell me if you liked it and if i should continue?? ~

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