Yoongi remembers the first time he saw Marie; it plays like a movie in his head every time he closes his eyes.
He had a particularly hard midterm and for once he wanted to conform with the rest of the student population and drink himself into oblivion at a dodgy bar.
He remembers seeing the platinum hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd. She was sitting at a couch in the corner petting the hair of a very drunk Misaki Nakamura with one hand, and her laptop in the other.
The mom of the group.
She was very obviously not the designated driver, judging on the way she chugged every cup of somaek handed to her. But her hands went right back to furiously typing at her laptop.
Yoongi's friend Namjoon blocks his view of her, yelling something to his hyung about how they should go dance with some girls. "I don't dance!" Yoongi yells right back.
With his whiskey now in hand, Yoongi goes around his giant of a friend, towards the couch where he had seen the girl. She was gone, and so was her laptop and Misaki Nakamura.
He had missed his chance.
Yoongi had imagined what it would've been like if he had the chance to talk to Marie that night. Someone was clearly listening to his thoughts because when his phone rang and Marie was the one calling, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
"Yoongi!" It was the giggle and the muffled thump of the bass in the background that gave her location away. "Yoongi oppa! We finished our project, why aren't you celebrating?!"
She was yelling into the phone, and Yoongi could hear her clearly, even when his phone wasn't put up to his ear. "Marie, I'll come celebrate with you, tell me where you are?"
He was prepared to spend the night in tonight working on his final for his production class but Marie was asking him to come. He was a sucker for the girl, couldn't say no to her even if he wanted to.
"You have to come to me and find me-"
"No-" Yoongi was stressed now, there was a cut off in the background and someone snatched the phone from her.
"Hey, this is Kyoungsil, we are going home now so don't worry about Marie, I'm just waiting for the taxi to get here." Yoongi let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding. At least one of them was coherent.
"Thank you Kyoungsil, just have her text me when she wakes up tomorrow."
"You got it, oppa."
