'Back then, I couldn't stop no matter how bad things got. It was to either surrender and be killed, or keep fighting till I found a way out. But until I met you, I didn't have a purpose to keep living"
Yoongi's inkings told a story; his shielded cri...
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"The fuck are you playing at smartass?"
And so, I had been given the name smartass by none other than Min Yoongi himself, as I kept 'interrogating' him. I was getting a kick out of getting to know the man.
"Smartass? I'm not that smart" I chuckled dryly. "I want to get to know you. More so your tattoos. They fascinate me"
I couldn't help but snort as Yoongi grimaced at me. "You're lucky I never scolded you in class earlier"
"Well, maybe I was just lucky?" I giggled, seeing him frown further if that was possible.
"It seems dumbass is more fitting for you. You better shut that damn mouth of yours otherwise I'll-"
"Otherwise you'll what? Walk out of the bar because you hate people? Then why are you here then?"
I don't know where I gained this newfound confidence, but I loved it. The others would be digging their graves if they were here with us.
"You idiot..." Yoongi grumbled, followed by a strain of inaudible cusses.
"Why do you hate people anyways?" I asked, causing Yoongi to turn to me.
"Because they fucking piss me off" Yoongi snapped, causing some to look our way.
Interesting. I mean I get it, I hate people too.
"I see. Do you have any friends?" I asked, as Yoongi chugged down some of his beer.
"Why do you keep spewing shit huh? Unless those dolly-faced dumbasses got to your head" Yoongi rolled his eyes and continued sipping his drink.
"Because you're so quiet. It's good to talk to people once in a while" I smiled, leaning against the counter.
"Is it your fucking problem dumbass?"
"Just saying Yoongi. The name's Miran by the way" I grinned, at the man.
"Never asked. You're a dumbass and that's all you'll ever be"
"Awh~" I cooed. "I've been given a nickname from the notorious Min Yoongi"
Yoongi rolled his eyes and continued sipping his beer. "I'm seriously running out of cusses for you. Do you seriously want to continue getting roasted?"
"Roasted?" I giggled, "You're not as bad as I thought!"
I felt like this was just a harsh exterior Yoongi had to keep people away. Unless he was being rude, but I guess I'll never know...
"Dumbass..." He mumbled, "Don't you have your other friends to talk to, what's his name... Hoseok?"
I slightly pouted at the mention of my best friend, "He's on nursing placement. I haven't seen him in weeks"
"It's called growing up you idiot. Get over it" Yoongi scoffed, causing me to grab his beer angrily.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?!" Yoongi growled, lunging at his stolen drink.
"Taking what's mine" I took a sip of the rather bitter-tasting fluid.
It tastes like piss!
"Keep the damn drink then. I don't want your germs" Yoongi barked.
... And it seems he's a germaphobe too!
"How do you drink this stuff? It tastes awful!!" I grimaced, sticking my tongue out.
"Because I'm a man that's why" A slight smile formed on Yoongi's face as he crossed his arms proudly. "Girls like you shouldn't be here"
"Excuse me?! It's not like I wanted to be here. Hoseok told me to come here..." I mumbled, pouting. "Plus being a man doesn't have anything to do with tolerating alcohol!"
"Tch... you chat too much" Yoongi scoffed. "I'm getting the fuck out of here. Don't even think of following me" Yoongi stood up and walked out the pub's doors.
"Hey!! Don't be so rude!!" I stood up and followed him out.
"What did I tell you huh? Are your ears clogged with shit or something?" Yoongi hollered, causing me to grin harder.
"Nope. You're very fascinating that's why" I smiled, as the silver-haired man dirtily looked me up and down.
"Piss off..." He breathed, taking a mini box out of his pocket as he learnt against the pub's walls.
I watched as I realised it was a box of cigarettes, and he took one out and placed it between his thin lips.
"Smoking's bad for you" I commented, causing Yoongi to glare at me for the thousandth time tonight.
"Who asked shithead?"
"Well... those things are bad for your health. You're so young, why would you wanna take those things?"
"I'm not as young as you think dumbass. Now if you're done can you let me enjoy my fucking cigarette" Yoongi scoffed as he pulled out his lighter and lit the cigarette.
"Suits you" I shrugged, crossing my arms as I leaned against the wall.
"The hell did you just say?!"
"I said, a man knows best" I chuckled at Yoongi as he took a deep puff of the life-shortening stick.
We stood side by side, peacefully until the awful smell of burnt tobacco suddenly filled my lungs.
"Ugh!! Ack!!" I wheezed, coughing my lungs out at the stench.
"You alright?" Yoongi raised his eyebrows at me as he took another puff of the damn thing.
"That's the nicest thing you've said to me all night. But no, I'm not alright!!" I wheezed, fanning the stench out of my face.
"Then why are you here then?"
"Because like I said, I want to get to know you" I finally caught my breath.
I watched as Yoongi rolled his eyes, and took the cigarette out of his mouth. Finally.
"Out of all my years living, I believe you are the only person who has finally deprived me of any cusses left" Yoongi pursed his lips at me.
"Awh...I feel so honoured!!" I giggled, clutching my hands together like a fangirl.
I couldn't help but giggle as Yoongi continued frowning at me. I watched as he slowly raised his hand and flicked my forehead.
"Dumbass"
"Owh!!"
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Even though I intended to make Yoongi a cold and reclusive character in this fanfic, I didn't expect to make him the tsundere, insulting type.
However, it sat quite well with me, and I think I'll continue this throughout the story.
