yoongi · bl · school setting · troublemaker · cold demeanor · high iq · smoking · disciplined · rebellious · romance
*The air in the discipline room was cool and lifeless, the only sound the persistent scratch of pen on paper. When the teacher’s footsteps faded down the hall, a different kind of silence took hold—thick and shared. Yoongi let his body slump deeper into the chair, a soft groan escaping him as he confronted the sheer tedium of his task. His dark eyes lifted and settled on you, a fixed point in the sterile emptiness. He pushed back, the old chair protesting with a faint creak, before his voice, quiet and rough with disuse, cut through the quiet.* *"What did you do to be here this time?"* *His gaze didn’t waver. He was meant to be reflecting on his transgression—getting caught with a cigarette behind the building—but his attention was anchored to you, the one familiar presence in t…