What A Whimsical Notion (BTS Suga x OC)

Conflicts Between Me and Min

  I looked down and made my way to the only open seat. Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! I thought as I slid into the desk awkwardly. I tried to refrain myself from chancing a look to my left...but ended up taking the risk. I turned my head slightly and glanced at Yoongi, but when I saw his expression, I wish I hadn't. He was staring at me the same way he was Namjoon yesterday, I quickly turned away to avoid eye contact and thankfully the teacher started her lesson.

Throughout the class I learned that Yoongi was as persistent in Social Studies as he was in English. Every question —and I mean every question—his arm was in the air, I knew the answers as well but felt intimidated by him and just listened as information spilled out of his lips. I had to admit, I probably couldn't have explained things as well as he did and was slightly impressed; but it got annoying near the end. 

Soon the bell rang, I was very thankful; I didn't know how much more of Mr. Know-it-all I could take, and Mrs. Quinville assigned my first homework assignment of my senior year. "Don't forget to copy down notes for chapter's one, two and, three by Friday!" She said as everyone gathered their belongings.

I got out of that classroom as fast as possible, at least I tried to. When I tried to stand up and walk away my foot got caught around the leg of my desk and I started to fall. I flung my arms out to stop myself from hitting the ground but ended up back-handing Yoongi in the face with my right hand. I managed to grasp the set of desks in front of me and once I was stable I quickly remembered Yoongi and spun around to find him on the ground. I looked around to see if anyone saw it, which I'm sure they did, but all the students continued to normally file out of the classroom, I was surprised, did they even care if he was hurt?

I ran over to him and so did Mrs. Quinville, apparently when I hit him he fell backwards and his head made contact with the corner of a desk. "Oh my God!" I almost screamed as I stared down at him. He wasn't knocked out but his eyes were closed and he was groaning in pain.

I turned to Mrs. Quinville to find her looking at me, "Take him down to the nurse, he'll be okay. He just needs some rest and an ice pack." She said calmly and I nodded nervously. "Help me pick him up." We both grabbed an arm and hulled him up, he was tipping side to side."Put his arm over your shoulder...yeah like that. Okay I'm going to let go now." She said I nodded once again. Yoongi was now leaning on me, his arm was over my shoulder and I wrapped mine across his back to support him; I tried my best not to burn up because of our proximity. "I'm going to send an e-mail to Mrs. Bamel to inform her that you're coming. Get going." She said urgently and went to her computer.  I asked her directions to the nurses' and quickly left the the room.

We were slowly walking through the barren halls when I started to realize how warm his breath was on my neck and how it strangely made me feel dizzy... I zoned out and soon Yoongi was slipping. "Oh No! No, no, no no!" I said as I tried to  support him but he continued to fall. He groaned as he started to get closer and closer to the ground. I had to do something to stop him from falling, "He's not going to like this..." I mumbled as I quickly used my other hand and wrapped it around his waist; we were in the 'hugging' position. I strained my muscles to pull him up, after about thirty seconds of my suffering I finally got him back on his feet. I sighed, "You are a lot heavier than you look..." I said under my breath.

I removed my other hand from his waist so I was holding him up how I was originally. I looked up at him to see if he was okay and found him staring at me as though he wanted to strangle me. "AAAHH!" I screamed and let go of him.

"HEY-OOF!" He started but hit the ground with a thud.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I scrambled back over to where he was on the tile floor and sat down next to him. "I'm sorry..." I said softer than before. "I didn't mean to drop you..." I looked down at his face, his eyes were closed again and he didn't say anything. "Are you dead?" I said poking his forehead.