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It started on a tuesday morning, Yoongi remembers, he was simply walking to class with a million thoughts in his head. Did I remember to turn in the homework last night? Did I even bring a pen? His notebook? Was it too late to go back to his dorm and get them?. All these thoughts ran through his head at 100 miles per hour but no one would have known, not with the poker face he knew how to wear so well. And it's not like people could see his face anyway, not with his baseball hat slanted downward and his mask covering a good 99% of his face. Yoongi thought that if he covered enough of his physical body he could hide all the things that were really going on inside of him. And to a certain point he succeeded, this success was measured by the amount of people who avoided him (that being quite a few).
Like I was saying, it was that tuesday morning when Yoongi first saw Taehyung. He was just standing infront of a bending machine with like 3 options and taking way too long to decide, but the problem was in him standing right in the middle of the already small hallway. Yoongi knew he wasn't going to be late to class but he still felt the need to hurry so he walked past him bumping into the man’s shoulder. He regretted instantly. The man’s shoulder was as hard as a rock and Yoongi couldn't help but turn back at the man and make a face while he grabbed his shoulder, even though it was him who had bumped into the other man. He didn't care though, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna apologize. What it's my fault you’re in my way? It's my fault you have no care in mind for other’s time or space?
“Woah, sorry there”
Is what Yoongi heard the man say, but it was too late he had already turned back and walked away. And maybe, just maybe if Yoongi wasn't so angry (at technically an issue of his own creation) he would have admitted to himself that the man had the most gorgeous profile and deep voice he had ever heard.
Once inside his class he sat down in his usual place, all the way in the back to the right. He did not care much about History of Art, but it was a required class so his ass was stuck there for the whole semester. It's not that he didn't appreciate art, he did in fact love it very much but he just didn't find it fun to analyze a painting and its effect on the society of its time. Regardless, he took out his pen (turned out he did bring it) and his notebook from his bag and messily just displayed it on his desk. He cared for his grade but he couldn't let the other students know that, it would ruin his whole bad boy reputation and the whole ‘people avoiding him’ thing.
“Alright class, good morning, let’s get started” said the Professor whom Yoongi really liked. He was a man in what looked like his mid-30s and was the height of a 12 year old. But there was something about how passionate his speech would get as his eyes lit up just talking about a Monet piece that made Yoongi’s heart go all soft. He had to admit to himself he loved it when people talked about things that they enjoyed, it was almost like a chemical reaction. Ask a painter to talk about his favorite piece and he could go on and on for hours. Ask a writer to explain his best work and he will surely give you a whole speech on merely syntax alone. Yoongi really did hate everyone, but moments like those made him all warm inside. And it was moments like that which made him realize his tough act was nothing more than that, an act.
As the professor started talking about how few people actually turned in the homework last night the sound of the heavy metallic door opening could be heard. This caused the professor to stop mid sentence and people to stop their fumbling around. The classroom suddenly got very quiet but Yoongi didn't want to give whoever just rudely interrupted the class the satisfaction of his distraction. He simply took off his mask slowly and let it rest on his chin, trying to make it a point that he didn't care about whoever just walked in.
“Um is this History of Art 1101?”
And there it was again, that deep voice Yoongi had heard just minutes ago. Surprised by this, Yoongi snapped his head up a bit too dramatically and indeed he was meet with the same man from earlier who he had bumped into. He remembered his profile being very attractive but it almost seemed unreal at how truly breathtaking the man was face to face. Beautiful big brown eyes, bleached blond hair and a disgustingly huge brown sweater paired with equally big slacks. It wasn't his fashion choices that made Yoongi hold his breath without realizing. What made his heart beat so fast he could feel his whole body vibrating and his cheeks getting warm was the smile he wore on his face when the professor replied with “Yes it is, please take a sit and welcome”.
Yoongi had seen many other gorgeous men before, this guy certainly wasn't his first. But for some reason his heart was beating a little too fast and his palms were a little too sweaty for this not-even a first encounter, he had simply walked inside his class. He proceeded to sit all the way in the front of the class, yet his bright blond hair could be noticed miles away. From that angle he could see a weird drawing on the back of his sweater, it looked like a finger painting done by a little kid. His laid back yet classy look was something that called Yoongi’s attention, he seemed so cool. Yeah, alright you’re cool but you were late to your own class. And on your first day too .
The rest of the class went by rather swiftly, consisting of Yoongi stealing glances at the new guy in class while trying to take notes from the board. He kind of hated how he seemed so immersed in what the professor was saying, nodding and smiling at things the professor would say. He would also take extensive amounts of notes in what looked like a hurry to write down word for word what the professor spoke. Yoongi hated it because he would do the same, but he never actually does it because again his whole ‘not caring’ vibe.
Once the class was dismissed Yoongi put all his stuff back in his bag and slowly got up, he wasn't in a hurry to get out of class like other students. His next class was in an hour so he knew he could afford a lazy pace. Once the crowd of students left the classroom Yoongi finally made for the door but noticed the professor talking on the side with the new guy, or as Yoongi decided to label him, the guy with 2 strikes (first being almost dislocating his own shoulder while bumping into him and the second was interrupting the class). He tried to move as smoothly and quietly as possible (a specialty of his) while opening the heavy door but of course his professor noticed him last minute. That's just his luck.
“Yoongi! Oh this is perfect! You're one of my best students and I would really appreciate if you shared your notes with our new student Kim Taehyung here to help him catch up”
Yoongi turned to face the professor and Taehyung whom were looking at Yoongi with eager eyes, eyes that begged for a favor he could easily give in to. I'm one of your best students? Yoongi thought.
“Umm, my notes? Yeah I guess” said Yoongi finally, and both men smiled at him.
The new kid took a couple steps towards him and Yoongi suddenly felt extremely short and scrawny, dude must be almost 6 ft tall . Or maybe it was just the confidence that naturally oozed out of him. Yoongi was mid thought when his ears finally picked up the sound of words being spoken to him. “Nice to meet you by the way, I’m Kim Taehyung, should I give you my number so we can share the notes?”
It probably took Yoongi a couple seconds to realize he had been staring at the boys eyes a bit too long and almost forget he had been spoken to. He tried to snap out of it and tried to process the information the boy had just said to him. Phone number? Yeah no thanks . He thought that maybe if he just gave the guy his notebook it would be better because it would involve less communication between the two. So instead, Yoongi opened his bag which was hanging over his shoulder and was about to reach for his notebook when suddenly a hand grab at his wrist.
“I got it”
Got what?
Taehyung let go of Yoongi’s wrist and ripped a piece of paper from the tattered notebook he was already holding in his hand. He reached for the pen that was casually positioned on top of his left ear and started writing down on the piece of paper. Yoongi realized he probably thought he was going to reach for his notebook for him to write his number in, when in reality that was exactly what Yoongi was avoiding. Great .
“Here ya go, text me um... what's your name again?” said Taehyung as he handed Yoongi the piece of paper. Yoongi immediately grabbed the paper but realized he had never said his name, he hadn't even introduced himself to the new guy whatsoever. He wasn't just an idiot, he was an awkward idiot.
“Min Yoongi” we’re the last words to come out of his mouths before Taehyung flashed him another breathtaking smile, a last set of “Thank yous”, and waved goodbye to Yoongi and the professor.
Yoongi could feel his cheeks getting hot again and was reminded of the embarrassing fact that his professor was there and saw that whole awkward interaction between them. How painful it must have been. Yoongi didn't even look at the piece of paper, he had just grabbed it and shoved it in the pocket of his ripped jeans. He tried to make a mental note of the fact that it was there but it didn't feel necessary because even though it was only a tiny ripped piece of weightless paper, it felt hot and heavy in his pocket.
It wasn't until later that day when Yoongi was finally in the comfort of his own dorm that he remembered the piece of paper again. He took it out of his pocket and placed it on his desk next to his computer. But as he set it down he noticed the bright green ink in which the numbers were written with. It was a bright almost neon green which frankly made it hard to read but Yoongi just stared at it and pondered on the thought of someone walking around with a green ink pen hanging from their ear.
It was getting late, almost 11pm and Yoongi still hadn’t texted Taehyung. He had gotten carried away with his homework for another class and thought that maybe it had gotten too late to text him 5 pages of notes. But if I do it now then he won't reply to my text .
And so he did, and he took pictures of the 5 pages in his notebook dedicated to the chapter they were focusing on in class at the moment. It was then that Yoongi truly noticed just how messy his handwriting was but he didn't care, that would be Taehyung’s problem. He wanted the notes, well here they were.
Once done Yoongi hit send and proceeded to throw his phone on the bed and continued to work on this one particular beat he had been working on for some time. It was a simple beat with not much on it but Yoongi really liked it and felt that a good song could come out of it, he was just missing something.
Finally at around 2am Yoongi called it a night and went to sleep practically crawling from his desk chair to his bed. His face hit the softness of his pillow but his knee had landed on something rather hard. It was his phone. He reached down towards it and saw a light blinking, meaning he had a notification. Now normally he would never check his phone at this time but he did so regardless and saw exactly what he unconsciously was waiting for.
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woahh thats a lot of notes >.<
thanks thooo!!
it's late so youre prob asleep, gn!