not my fault | jjk

i. It's a match

"What's with the constant yelling on this goddamn campus?"

Namjoon is not a friend of noise and crowds – as a self-declared claustrophobic, the cheers around him sound eerie and mind-numbing, and for once, you can't blame him. Because every usually silent corner of your university is exploding, and you're sure a few windows are already cracking at the shrill blow of the constant screams.

"What's with you?" you ask back, nudging his elbow playfully as you clutch the strap of your bag tighter.

You want to make him laugh, but your friend is as gloomy as ever, not quite ready – or awake – to give into your jokes just yet. You figure he might be once he gets ready for bed.

"Those cheerleaders," he points to the group of girls, and you think his voice, calm and low on other days, is close to breaking. It's hilarious – it reminds you of his adolescent days. "They sound like this creepy sorority video on YouTube. Make it stop."

You shudder, because you know exactly what he's talking about. If he hadn't shown it to you on a dark, quiet Halloween night right after watching Sinister and It, it might not be engraved in your mind like some daunting, unsolved supernatural mystery.

Pouting, you stare to the ground, tucking back your hair. "We should've watched Buzzfeed Unsolved instead."

The campus has been extra noisy these days – because not only is the semester coming to its end, but your nerves have been buzzing due to the approaching exam season, too. On top of that, the college is finally bidding farewell to its local sweethearts as if a group of renowned scientists is letting go of its strongest pioneer.

You guess Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok were somewhat trailblazing after all – athletic, attractive, top of their classes and the talk of the school for literal years.

But with them leaving, the attention is shifting; and with the already continuous excitement, there's one other hot topic left – a thriving fuckboy who shares quite a few classes with you and will still be here next semester. Very likely to corrupt innocent girls' minds; to charm someone new at the very next frat party he might crash.

And he'll do it next semester, too. And the one after.

A piece of advice – pharmacy really isn't the major for you if you opt to finish in the required or recommended time. Seems like Jeon Jungkook's existence will still roam the campus like a plague, make you roll your eyes back into your head for a while longer.

You don't care about such things, you always say. You'd much rather focus on your education.

Right when your thoughts begin drifting off, a girl walks past Namjoon and screams into the warm summer air, and her voice still rings in your ears when you hear him complain, "Jeez, what the actual fuck."

"A few more steps and we're off campus grounds."

"A few more steps and we'll enter an apartment with my books scattered around."

You shrug and sigh, admonishing him, "Hey, I told you to start with your shit on time."

Namjoon stares at you as if he's attempting to annihilate you with his gaze, shooting invisible lasers at you before he mocks, "If I had a hot girl I'm crushing on cheering for me in class, I'd be just as motivated as you are."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you state, your demeanour calm and clueless, your shoulders shrugging so often they might get stuck in place.

"I'm talking about the grand nerd slash fuckboy extraordinaire who–"