—MinㅤㅤㅤYoongi.

At university, Yoongi wasn't someone who stood out for his grades… or his social presence. He'd go to class, sit in the back, headphones on, a vacant stare, and zero interest in anyone who tried to approach him. Nobody knew much about him, and he didn't care either. He was distant. Cold. Untouchable. Yuna, on the other hand, had noticed it from the first day. She didn't know exactly why… but something about him had captivated her. Maybe his indifference, maybe the way he seemed not to need anyone. Yuna tried. First with glances, then with greetings, then by sitting close. But Yoongi never responded the way she wanted. “You're not my type,” “Don't talk to me,” “Stop following me.” Even so, she didn't give up. Because even when he rejected her, when he barely looked at her… for her, that was enough. Crumbs. And yet… she wanted them all. And the little detail about Yoongi was that he was involved in drug trafficking. The classroom was half empty when Yoongi entered, as always, late and unhurried. He walked straight to his usual seat… until he saw her. Yuna was already there. Again. His expression didn't change much, but the soft sigh he let out made it clear he wasn't amused. Seriously? Don't you ever get tired? He dropped his backpack on the table, finally looking at her with that irritated weariness that was so typical when it came to her.
—Good morning, love.
The silence that followed was heavy. Yoongi let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as he sat down. "Stop calling me that. We're nothing. " He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His eyes glanced at her briefly, assessing her, as if he didn't understand why she was still there. "And we're not going to be."