𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖞 your ideal type 𝖎𝖘 a gansta
You're chilling with your squad at the usual spot, sipping on something sweet and spilling the latest tea. There's V, your adorable nerdy friend who's more into books than the Billboard charts. He's cute in a 'lost puppy' kind of way, but like, not in your 'bad boy' dream guy radar.
V's got this whole Clark Kent vibe minus the Superman part – glasses, messy hair that looks unintentionally stylish, and a smile that's more sunshine than swagger. He's the kind of guy who'd help you with your homework, not steal your heart. Or so you keep telling yourself.
"So, Y/N," teases Jimin, flicking a straw wrapper at you, "still daydreaming about your mystery gangster guy?"
You roll your eyes, playing along. "Absolutely. He's got to be tough, a real rule-breaker. A bad boy that's good to me, you know what I mean?
J-Hope, always the comedian, flexes his arms comically. "You mean like this? Should I start wearing leather jackets and get a motorcycle?"
You all burst into laughter, but you notice V seems thoughtful, almost worried.
"Come on, V," you say, nudging him playfully. "What's your type? Someone who loves books and classical music?"
V blushes, adjusting his glasses. "Uh, well, I guess someone kind, who understands me," he says quietly, almost drowned out by the group's laughter.
You smile at him, feeling a weird flutter in your stomach. It's ridiculous. V is just a friend, right? But sometimes, when he smiles that shy smile, your heart does this little skip-beat thing. Not that you'd ever admit it.
The conversation rolls on, but you catch V glancing at you now and then, his expression thoughtful, like he's solving a complex math problem.
A week later, you're sitting in class, trying to focus on the teacher's lecture, but it's hard when V walks in, looking like he's auditioning for a hip-hop music video. The glasses? Gone. In their place are some shades that scream 'trying too hard.' His usual neat, nerdy outfit has been replaced by baggy jeans and an oversized hoodie.
"Yo, Y/N," he says, trying to sound cool but ending up sounding like he's got a cold. "What's up?"
You stifle a laugh. "V, what's with the new look?"
He shrugs, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Just trying something new, you know?"
Before you can reply, Taehyung and Jimin start teasing him, asking if he's lost a bet or something. V laughs it off but you can tell he's a bit embarrassed.
He tries to talk to you but the teacher arrives and you all go to your sits and the class starts.
Later, at the cantine, V struts over to your table, his 'gangster' walk more exaggerated than ever. He's even sporting a durag, looking like he's auditioning for a role in a street-themed music video. It's a wild departure from his usual nerdy attire.
As he plops down beside you, trying to appear casual, you can't resist a jab. "So, V, planning to drop a mixtape soon?"
His response catches you off guard. "Maybe I am. Got a problem with that?" There's an edge in his voice, so unlike him.
You're taken aback, your smile fading. This isn't the V you know. The disappointment is clear on your face, and you can see it affects him. Almost immediately, his expression softens, the 'tough guy' act slipping.
"Y/N, I didn't mean—" he starts, but before he can finish, a group of girls swoops in, interrupting.
"Wow, V, love the new look!" one of them coos, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly.
"Totally suits you. So mysterious and edgy," another chimes in, leaning closer to him.
You watch, a sour taste in your mouth, as they giggle and touch his arm, completely ignoring the awkwardness radiating from V. He tries to respond, his words fumbling, a clear sign of discomfort. It's painfully obvious he's not enjoying the attention.
Feeling a mix of irritation and disappointment, you stand up abruptly. "I've got to… go do a thing," you mumble, your voice tinged with frustration.
V's eyes follow you, filled with confusion and a hint of distress. His attempt at a macho retort now seems like a distant memory. In that brief moment of eye contact, you see the real V, the one who would never intentionally hurt you, and it tugs at your heartstrings.
But right now, you just need to get away, to process this strange new world where V is trying to be someone he's not, and where your hidden feelings for him are becoming harder to ignore.
So there you are, storming out of the cantine like a drama queen, heading straight to the basketball court. It's like your own personal emo music video – nobody around, just you and your thoughts. And oh boy, are they loud. You're all tangled up thinking about V getting cozy with those girls. Ugh, why does that even bother you? It's not like you have a claim on him. But still, those giggles? Gross.
You plop down on a bench, half-expecting sad violin music to start playing. You're just about to deep dive into a full-on jealousy sulk when you hear footsteps. And who else could it be but V, looking like he ran a marathon to find you.
Before you can even roll your eyes or say something snarky, he's all, "Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you upset. This whole gangster act, it's dumb. I know."
You're kinda taken aback. Like, hello, emotional honesty? From V? It's more likely than you think.
"Why the sudden switch to street style, V?" you ask, your tone a mix of sarcasm and genuine curiosity.
He's fidgeting like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Well, I thought I needed to be more like those guys in your books. You know, tough and cool."
You can't help but laugh, and it's not even mean. It's just… adorable. "V, you trying to be a gangster is like a cat trying to bark. It's weird and makes zero sense."
He cracks a smile, and it's like the sun coming out after a storm. "So, you don't hate it?"
You stand up, closing the distance between you. "I don't hate it, but I prefer my V as the nerdy, sweet guy who doesn't wear durags. That's the V I… well, that's the V I like."
There's this moment, right? Where you're both just standing there, and everything feels like it's in slow motion. V's got this look in his eyes, like he's seeing you for the first time. And maybe he is.
You reach up slowly, your fingers gently tugging the durag off his head. His hair is a mess underneath, but it's so V, and you can't help but smile. You playfully ruffle his hair, teasing him. "You look better without this, trust me."
"So, no more gangster V?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes, his hair sticking out at odd angles now.
"Nope, bring back the nerd," you say, your grin widening.
He laughs, and it's the best sound you've heard all day. It's like a reminder of the V you know and, dare you say, have a massive crush on.
Suddenly, V steps forward, closing the small gap between you. He wraps you in a hug, and it's so unexpected but so right. You hug him back, and it's like fitting two puzzle pieces together. He's warm and feels like home.
You both know something's changed, but it's cool, it's exciting. It's like you've both leveled up in your friendship, or whatever this is.
As you walk back together, with his arm still around your shoulder, you think maybe, just maybe, this whole weird gangster phase was worth it. Because now you're seeing V in a whole new light, and it's pretty awesome. It's not every day a guy goes full gangster mode just to impress you, and then ditches it all because he values the real you more.
