Economics

economics

Group/Member: BTS // Yoongi

Genre: Humor, college!AU

Word Count: 2.099

Prompt: AU w/ Yoongi 28 & 50 You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face. & Hey I just followed my friend to your friend’s house but now they’re screwing really loudly in the other room, wanna go do something else?

Summary: Yoongi has never experienced a more interesting day, and to think it was all because he actually showed up to his Economics class. *I’m too lazy to proofread, so apologies in advance.

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Seventy five percent of the time he didn’t even both to show up to the class. Three quarters of the time he’d be sleeping peacefully in his dorm or out doing something a hell of a lot more exciting. The remaining twenty five percent of the time, that last quarter…he almost always regretted showing up once he was there. Economics killed him; sometimes both mentally and physically. The only reason he’d taken the class was because he’d needed a few more extra credits to graduate on time instead of having to come back for another semester. He remembered how bad his senior slide had been back in high school, but nothing had prepared him for how steep his senior slide in college was. How nearly all of his classes were filled with bullshit papers and bullshit answers. Hungover mornings, and a little too high nights.  

For some strange reason though, Yoongi had decided that today he was going to grace the class with his presence. They were literally five minutes in and he was strongly regretting that decision. The lecture hall was fill to the brim for the most part, Yoongi scanning over all the seats and wondering how the hell so many people could even manage to make it here. As much as Yoongi hated that he’d be spending an hour there, he at least respected the teacher enough where he would simply get up and leave in the middle of class. The poor man lecturing at the front was so enraptured by what he was saying and writing on the board that he probably wouldn’t even notice. The way Yoongi looked at it though, was that he could probably at least get some work done while there. And by work that meant doodling and writing random lyrics in his notebook.

Unbeknownst to him, you were sitting directly next to him, laptop up and fingers flying across the keys. Similarly, to Yoongi however, you were using your time in this class to do much more preferred things. Usually you did pay attention in this class and take good notes but when you’d gotten the notification at the beginning of class that your favorite fanfic had updated, you’d wasted absolutely zero time opening the website and searching for it.

Priorities.

Fifteen minutes into class and you were completely sucked into your fic, the sex scene currently playing out before your eyes causing you to squirt slightly. You weren’t some noob though when it came to reading this type of work; no sir. The past four years of college had had more than their fair share of boring classes, meaning that you’d perfected your poker face when it came to smut scenes like this one. Nobody would ever know what you were doing, not that you cared at moments like these, because absolutely nothing could take your concentration away.

Yoongi having grown bored of even his own form of entertainment was growing more and more restless beside you. He’d resorted to drawing nothing but ink tornadoes on his paper, letting out sighs ever now and then. Pushing himself back in his seat he let his arms stretch out behind him, his body leaning back far enough where he could get a clear look at the screen of your computer.  He’d only glanced at first, assuming that you had some sort of assignment up or that you were taking notes, but when his eyes had caught onto a particular word he’d never lurched forward. Keeping his computer he shook his head for a moment, checking to make sure that you weren’t paying any attention to him before slowly letting his eyes go back to your laptop. “…his cock was even better than she’d dreamed…”. Okay so Yoongi most certainly had not been imagining things.

After looking away for a few moments as to make sure you didn’t catch onto him reading over your shoulder he slowly let his eyes go back to your computer screen.

“…she let him tie her up, the feel of the rope rough on her skin but exactly what she wanted…”

‘Holy shit,’ Yoongi thought as he looked at you this time, giving you a closer look. He’d seen you a few times on the rare occasion that he went to class, was sure even that he’d seen you around campus as well. Never though had he ever gotten the idea that you were into kinky shit like this. Maybe his was where the quote ‘never judge a book by its cover’ came from?

Taking a breath, he leaned back again and looked towards the screen. You’d scrolled farther now so he wasn’t sure what was going on anymore but he could tell just by the first sentence he saw that things were picking up fast.

“…the riding crop was cold as he ran it slowly down her stomach, letting it just barely brush the sensitive skin of her sex. It was only a matter of time before that sensation turned to a burning hot one one that would make her scre-…”

Yoongi couldn’t handle it anymore, letting his chair drop back down, probably a little too loudly as multiple people turned and looked at him, yourself included. The red that had tinted his cheeks thankfully looking as though he were embarrassed for making the disruption when in reality, the story he was spying on was a little too much for him to handle in a public place. Glancing over to you he gave you a nervous smile making you raise your eyebrows. How in the hell were you so calm while reading that?

What Yoongi didn’t realize was that you knew he had been reading through the story. Unlike Yoongi who vaguely remembered seeing you around, you had always noticed Yoongi. The kid was hard to miss, always walking around with large headphones on, his hair changing colors more often then you could count. He was one of those kids that you didn’t know anything about but knew automatically that they were cool without even trying. He was nice to look at, that was for sure, but you’d never found a reason to talk to him. When he’d sat next to you during class today you’d vaguely noticed the slight increase of heart rate he’d caused you to have. When you’d opened up the fic and saw what kind of chapter it was going to be, you’d only partially hoped that he’d notice, that maybe it could stir something out of him, but in reality you hadn’t expected it to actually happen.

It wasn’t like you were expecting him to grab you by the wrist and drag you out of the classroom, demanding that you try some of the things from the fic, but you had to admit that the blush it had given him was also quite enjoyable. You couldn’t hold in the smile any longer as you watched him from the side of your vision for the rest of class, noticing how he purposely kept his head down, and purposely turned his body away. ‘So he’s a bit on the shy side…adorable.’

For Yoongi’s sake the rest of the class went by rather fast. Somewhere after the half hour mark he’d pulled out his phone and sent out a few texts, putting his attention on attempting to find something to do when this class was over. If nothing came up, then he’d more than likely just end up back in his dorm sleeping. To his relief though a friend texted him back, inviting him to his place. So, as the class ended and everybody started packing up, the two of you finally making eye contact as you put your laptop back in your backpack, a small smile gracing your lips as you shook your head at the blush that was reappearing on his face again.

“Have a good day Min Yoongi,” you said, probably enjoying his startled look a little too much as you slung your bag over your shoulder and headed out the door.

Going through your last two classes of the day didn’t bring nearly as much excitement as Economics had, but you were glad that the day was finally over. With a sigh and a quick crack of the back you took off, ditching your class attire for a pair of nice jeans and your favorite top, heading to the address that your friend had texted you she was at, saying that she was just hanging with some cool people that you’d probably liked. Rolling your eyes at this, you knew that it was mostly code for you helping her distract the extra people that were there so that she could hook up with whoever she’d found interesting. Four years of college taught you a hell of a lot more than just book work.

Following her instructions on the text you simply knocked once before pushing the door open to the house, calling out her name making your way into what must be the living room, only to stop dead in your tracks at who you saw sitting on the couch. “Min Yoongi,” you said, drawing out his name as you flashed him a smirk, that shocked face gracing your vision once more.

“Twice in one day, what a pleasure,” you teased as you walked over and took a seat on the couch next to him. Yoongi, why usually a rather collected guy who wasn’t so easily thrown off track had no idea how to even reply as he watched you sat down right next to him. “Lighten up,” you said as you patted him on the thigh and give him a small nudge. “What, have you never seen a girl read a dirty story in the middle of economics before? Was I your first?” you teased as you whispered the last part into his ear. Finally, ever since your teasing had begun you heard the small but genuine laugh that left his lips, a small smile on his face as he shook his head at you.

“I feel ashamed for not remembering your name. You really are something else,” he said as he took a deep breath and turned slightly to look at you. How on earth had a girl like you flown under his radar for so long? How long exactly had Yoongi been wasting his time on girls that spent way too much time worrying about what was coming from their mouths, and trying so hard to impress him with everything that they said.

“[Y/N], and no worry at all. I don’t tend to share my smut with many people,” you say, glad to see that the smile on his face wasn’t forced anymore. “For real though, I hope I didn’t scare you too badly back there,” you say as you lean back into the couch watching him.

“Not so much scared as I was shocked. How…I mean how in the hell do you read that stuff with such a straight face?”

Giving him what he would come to know as your signature smirk you winked, “Lots of practice.”

Shaking his head slightly Yoongi leaned back as well, letting his eyes continue to look at you, noticing much more about you this time. “So I’m assuming that my friend is somewhere with your friend,” you say looking around and noticing for the first time that it was just the two of you and nobody else. “I’m going to assume…wherever the bedroom is?” you say, knowing before he can even reply that you’re correct.

“Bingo,” he says, seconds later a yell and a moan reaching the both of you. Both of you shake your head as a few more vulgar noises make their way to you, your hand coming up to cover your mouth and stifle the laugh that’s threatening to break free. “I may be an expert at reading this stuff with a straight face, but I don’t think I can handle holding a normal conversation while listening to this,” you say, Yoongi nodding in agreement.

“Let’s go do something else then,” Yoongi says, a smirk gracing his lips for the first time before he speaks, “maybe you can let me read some more of that story.”

With a laugh and a small smack to his arm you stand, waiting for him to follow. “Oh, I’ve got plenty more that you’d enjoy Min Yoongi,” you say.

Smiling back at you Yoongi realizes that the best decision he’s made today was going to economics…maybe that class would have one more seat filled for the rest of the year.

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