Bonded [BTSxReader]

3: Importance of Connection

"Everyone wants to carve their scars into someone else."

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You run to your 8pm Economics class for your final midterm exam, almost tripping over the stairs to get to the second floor. You fell asleep back at your house after your fight with Jimin, and you almost forget to wake up for this class.

Luckily, you burst into the room, arriving exactly at 7:58pm. You exhale the breath you were holding in, panting slightly from the run you just made from the bottom of the building.

Your eyes lock onto your desk, soon noticing the empty one next to it.

Jimin's desk.

Why wasn't he here?

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Yoongi brushes his bangs out of his eyes, sending a wink to the girls flocked around his desk. They all giggle around him, chatting up a storm before Economics class started.

"Oh Yoongi, you're walking me home tonight, right? It's just so late, I'm scared to walk back alone..." one girl chirps.

"No, walk me back home!" another argues.

"That's not fair! He walked you yesterday!" another fumes.

"Girls," Yoongi laughs, "I'm afraid I need to go straight home after class tonight... Important business back at home. Although it pains me to send you all alone, please promise me you'll be walking in groups. I worry about you all."

They all giggle.

"You're so caring, Yoongi!"

"So sweet!"

"Promise you'll still call me later!"

He smiles, and takes the right hand of the girl nearest to him, kissing the back of it lightly. She squeals and tears up, as the others stare her down in pure jealousy.

In the distance, a girl by the name of Jennie Kim sat reading at her desk, briefly looking over to the group. She rolled her eyes at the ruckus they were making. They were so annoying.

But they weren't as bad as the king of arrogance himself, Min Yoongi.

The man in question ends up looking over to her, and the two lock eyes. He winks at her with a sly smile.

Jennie groans in annoyance, turning her attention back to her book.

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Kim Taehyung plays nonchalantly with his dangly earring at his desk, clutching his phone in his other hand in anticipation.

The screen remains black, and a furrow of worry almost resides into his complexion.

But suddenly, the screen lights up, a vibration in his hand letting him know a text notification has popped up.