• Hedonists •

2. The most waited class

"Nice to meet you, I'm Hoseok Swift... Or Jung Ho-Seok, if you prefer me to be honest."

"Hello... I guess?" says Yoongi without understanding what the sudden greeting is all about. The man leans towards him and looks him in the eyes. So emphatically that Yoongi blushes and leans back.

Hoseok is someone very cute. He has a sort of boyish glint to him thanks to the very particular smile and his colorfully embellished clothes. Contrary to what anyone outside this university wears. Hoseok leans to the side.

"You study music don't you?" Yoongi nods. "Good, that means we'll be partners. I study music, botany, and mythology. You should give mythology a try too."

"I want the music major nothing else" he grumbles. "Already the dean accepted that I studied it, I proved it to him."

"So that happened... Trust me" rests a hand on his chest and Yoongi furrows the eyebrows, "You should go check out the class. Namjoon is our teacher in that class. Considering they'll let you stay, you have a scholarship and that class has no extra cost. Give it a try."

Hoseok gives his cheek a tug and straightens up, waves goodbye and walks away with a couple of jumps, as if he's going in a different nebula far away from the one Yoongi inhabits. The musician closes his bedroom door and lets the air out. That was... quite weird.

Though I'd say it's a mandatory quality for those inside this institution.

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"Good luck with your homework."

He taps his tongue against his cheek and puts everything away in the worn leather briefcase. The professor along with some students clean the blackboard that was filled with data, techniques and even a huge example of what the actual assessment is.

One that he doesn't know how the fuck to do. It requires some specific materials and the truth is, he doesn't have the money for any of it. Not even for a fucking pencil. He uses the ones he finds lying around, abandoned and unowned. He runs his hand through his hair that comes back to his face. As unruly and hateful as his current state of life:

Uncontrollable, miserable and messy.

Ironically, he loves his current life. More than the one he had before he entered this university. He yawns covering his mouth and continues in his crisis: How is he going to do a fifty percent grade evaluation without the materials? The professor, Jackson Wang, a famous Chinese cartoonist that the dean managed to bring here; he stressed important that it was the materials and if you don't bring it in that specific type of paper, paints, graphite and ink, he won't accept it.

"I guess my GPA went to shit." he concludes quietly and suffers a shiver.

"Are you cold Mudmont?" asks someone passing by.

"It's-"

He clicks his tongue What the fuck is the point of correcting? Everyone says his last name as they see fit-Edmonton, Poormont, Stupidmont; currently he declares himself Tiredmont. The worst part of the case is that his real surname -ignoring the Korean-, is so...

"Jungkook Beaumont Isn't it?"

He stops abruptly and bristles all over. They've never said his name with such a purr, with such gusto and even passion; coming from such a beautiful person, making the words slide through thick, reddened lips. The person in front of him is everything he is not at first glance, namely: wealthy. Jimin leans slightly towards Jungkook, the boy he saw lying under the tree the day before. From a faint chuckle.

"You have a lovely name, just like you" Jimin compliments and Jungkook reddens. "I understand you have Mythology class with the dean Would you join me?" he offers holding out his hand. Jungkook gasps.