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Upon opening the door, morning sunlight streaming into the room bright and goldenrod, Yoongi had to resist the urge boiling up in his chest to slam it closed and return back to bed. Said bed was likely still warm, blankets and sheets crumpled perfectly to cradle his body. Just imagining it was a siren song and he could almost hear the rustling of the fabric crooning in his ear.
It wasn’t even like he actually wanted to attend his nine am humanities class on a good day, core classes and a difficult to arrange schedule be damned, but with his attempts to decrease his caffeine intake recently starting to effect him, Yoongi was far moodier and dragging more than he was used to.
Still, he pushed out into the daylight and hissed, eyes closing tight as he half expecting to sizzle to ash like a vampire.
Alas, he survived.
Trudging from his apartment to campus might have given him a chance to wake up further or wallow in his circumstances, but it was a gamble as to which way the pendulum would swing. As he passed one of his favorite coffee shops, the scent cloying and lingering in his nose, it certainly felt like the latter.
But soon he was no longer alone along the side streets and was onto the more traversed sidewalks, falling in line with the various other students trickling in for classes. It pulled him out of his head, allowing him to listen in to bits of passing conversation about exams or boyfriend drama, catch the scents of post-shower body wash or survive clouds of I-really-should-have-showered Axe body spray.
Maybe it was just him, but Yoongi rather enjoyed the snapshots of college life these moments captured. Although perhaps not currently, when he also was swept up in the scents of varying morning coffee concoctions, all tempting even if they were dolled up with far too much whipped cream and sweeteners for his liking.
By the time he slid into the back of the classroom, he was no closer to feeling awake or ready for the day, but at least he had the benefit of a large class. This meant he could slump down in his seat and blearily try to take notes instead of having to actively engage with the subject matter and professor. He was a little early, leaving most of the seats empty around him save for a few down in the front row.
Scrolling idly through his phone for minute or so, he felt the itch in his fingers for something to tap, his mouth dry. Thankfully he’d grabbed a couple water bottles on the way out, seeing as he’d left his reusable bottle somewhere unwashed on the expanse of his desk.
Attempting to open one of the bottles while also scrolling through TikTok, Yoongi frowned as his efforts went unrewarded. Setting the phone down, he bolstered his endeavor with both hands, only to remain parched.
Embarrassment creeping in at the fact he couldn’t open a fucking water bottle, Yoongi’s face scrunched with frustration as he put all his strength into the motion. The lid remained stubbornly sealed.
Earbuds in and focus on the bottle, it took him a minute to recognize someone trying to get his attention.
Unfortunately for Yoongi, it was another student he’d nicknamed “Hot Piercings Guy” in his head. Said guy was, as the name implied, gorgeous and had caught his attention the moment that he’d seen him arrive late to class on the second day, unapologetic and soon doodling on the side of his notebook as he settled in just a row below his own.
Popping an earbud out, he tried again to catch what the other student was saying.
“Let me help you, baby,” The other man gave a far too flirty of smirk as he spoke, plucking the water bottle up without a word of permission to attempt to open it.
Yoongi was too stunned to even respond. The grin, the endearment of baby just being tossed in so casually...was this real life or a side effect of the caffeine withdrawal?
Adding to the absolute lunacy of the whole moment, Hot Piercings Guy couldn’t open the bottle either. He tried once, confident expression morphing slowly into confusion, before the second attempt shifted his entire face into the picture of frustration.
Letting out a little disgruntled huff, muttering something with the word “fuck” under his breath, on the third effort, clearly the other student was more than done with the situation. “Did you glue this lid on just to fuck with me? Or your roommate to fuck with you? I don't think I've even had to work this hard to get into someone’s pants before, fuck.”
At Hot Piercings Guy’s verbal explosion, Yoongi’s careful bottling of his amusement at the ridiculousness of the whole situation finally bubbled out of him. It escaped slowly at first, before eventually devolving into almost a maniacal bout of hysterical laughter. Between the hour and the lack of caffeine, he just lost it. His breaking was enough to get the other man to look up at him from where he’d been focused on the water bottle lid, joining in.
Ignoring the stares from the few students down in the first rows of the classroom, Yoongi wiped at his eyes, a little wet from laughing so hard. “I haven’t laughed like this in a long time.”
Setting the bottle down, Hot Piercings Guy was smiling again, this time the gesture softer, more natural. “I guess my efforts didn’t completely go wasted then, although you are going to die of dehydration.”
“This is what I get for attempting to cut my coffee intake. Fuck it, I’m buying a whole pot after class.” Yoongi looked at the cursed bottle and pushed it back into his backpack.
Hot Piercings Guy chuckled, hand moving to his hair. “I mean, seeing as my first attempt to flirt failed miserably, could I buy said coffee for you instead?”
Yoongi’s cheeks hurt from laughing, smiling so much. “You did fail to open the bottle, but you succeeded in getting my attention. And I’d be a fool to turn down coffee with the guy I’ve been calling Hot Piercings Guy in my head all semester.”
“As much as I like the nickname, you can call me Jungkook.” Hands moving to his hoodie pockets, Jungkook looked beyond pleased, smile leaning towards smug once again. “I was a little more sneaky, or maybe creepy I don’t know, and waited to turn in a test after you once just to catch your name. You’re Yoongi.”
Maybe most people would consider that creepy, but Yoongi was unfazed. “Cute. Weird, but cute. Not surprising from the guy who called me baby the first time he spoke to me.”
“What can I say? I’m clearly smooth like that.” Jungkook chuckled, continuing. “You got class after this?”
“Not until eleven, actually.” Yoongi’s fingers tapped the desktop. “I can take you up on that offer for coffee?”
Jungkook’s smile was charming; his front teeth prominent and his lip ring catching the light. “It’s a date.”
The classroom was starting to fill, students filing in and shuffling through the rows towards their seats. Jungkook took this as his time to return to his own with a wave. “Oh, and stay thirsty, if you know what I mean.”
Yoongi laughed again, shaking his head as he started pulling out a notebook. Giving up caffeine was going to be a whole lot easier if he had someone like Jungkook to wake up to in the mornings.