thank you for being us || rockstar!bts (discontinued)

chapter two || i'm not just hitting on you

Everyone knows these days. You have to do something important, but you're not motivated at all.
Yeah, today was one of them.
After waking up in the morning and looking at his calendar, Yoongi immediately regretted nothing the last week. His essay about the comparison of Henri Cartier-Bresson and Terence Donovan (two great photographers, in Yoongi's opinion) was due next Monday and he should have used his holidays better. It was Wednesday already and Yoongi's essay consisted of a heading and a few white pages.

Even after an espresso at Starbucks, Yoongi almost fell asleep while looking out of the bus and fidgeting with his camera.
He really hoped that the pictures he had taken this morning would turn out great. They mostly did, but not when it was important and Yoongi was sure that he could use this pictures for some project in the future.
He'd rather taken some more pictures of the city, than taking the bus to the college library but he knows that he needs to start this stupid essay, or he will never do it.
Being an photography student is not as funny as it sounds. Taking pictures is great, but it's the theoretical stuff that bothers him. Who cares about past periods of art anyway?

He arrived at the campus and was focused to get to the library as soon as possible, to spent his time well. He crossed the open field with big steps when he suddenly heard someone behind him.
"Hello there, pretty boy."
Yoongi turned around to see where that soft, teasing voice came from.
The boy was definitely younger than him and very handsome even if he wore a bit too much eyeliner, for Yoongi's taste. He was dressed in a leather jacket, ripped jeans and black boots, and leaned against the wall of the library building.
"Well... hello, wannabe punk."
Yoongi kept walking towards the entrance door but he heard footsteps behind him.
Great. Punk-Boy was following him and Yoongi had no time for whatever this kid was trying to do.

"Hey, wait! I just wanna ask you for something!"
Yoongi sighed: "No, you can't get my phone number." He stopped walking and turned around.
Punk-Boy was kinda surprised that Yoongi stopped running away from him and a smile played upon his plush lips.
"No, it's not like that. I'm not hitting on you... yet" When he saw the stern look on the others face he coughed and continued in a more serious tone.
"I just wanted to ask if you could pin that to your college bulletin board."
He took a piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it and handed it over to Yoongi.
He thought about not taking it for a few moments but he had no problem with helping others. And to be honest, Punk-Boy wasn't as creepy as he had seemed, a bit flirty maybe, but Yoongi could deal with that.
He grabbed the page and skimmed the words that were printed on it, simple and black.

YOUNG NATION
Drummer wanted
Rock/-Punk-Band looking for forth member.

A phone number was printed on the bottom with the comment number of our practice room behind it.
"You're in a band?" Yoongi asked. That would explain that boy's look.

A smile lighted up Punk-Boy's Face, "Yes, we're actually very good. But our drummer left. And since it's kinda my fault, I have to look for a new one." He laughed. "Or else my fellow band member will kill me."

"I hope you will find one. I'm gonna pin it to the notice board, okay?" Yoongi said while folding the paper again.
"It's Jimin by the way. Park Jimin, guitarist of Young Nation."
"Yoongi, college student." He kept the introduction short and was about to turn around to go inside the library when he had an idea, even if it probably wasn't a good one.
"Why don't you come inside and look what was pinned on the board? There are always a lot of notes, also from musicians who are looking for a band. Maybe you find a new drummer."
Jimin nodded, "Yes, that would be great."

"There it is." Yoongi said, breaking the silence as they arrived at the very conspicuous notice board.
"And here is your note." He handed the paper back to Jimin, who was peering at all the different papers and notes.
After a while, the younger one sighed: "No drummers over here. Guess I have to hope that someone sees our note. A rock band without a drummer is not a rock band."
"I guess so." Yoongi had nothing against rock and punk music, but he knew literally nothing about bands.

"What are you studying anyway?" asked Jimin casually while he was pinning his note to the board.
"Art, mainly photography."
The other boy looked kind of impressed: "Oh, wow. That's cool."
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, "It's fun, but you see, I even need to do some research for my essay during holidays." He shot a glance at his watch.
"I have to go now. It's kinda late already."
It really was but Yoongi never really enjoyed conversations with strangers.
Jimin turned towards him and ruffled his dark hair, "Yeah, me too. I still have band practice today. And I hope the others are satisfied now that I made effort to get a new drummer."
"Good Luck."
"Yeah, thanks." Jimin grinned and handed a small piece of paper to Yoongi.
"My number... just in case..."
"Just in case what?" Yoongi looked at him with a confused expression on his face.
"Just in case you would like to take photos of a rock band some day... or you just want to see my handsome face again." With those words, the boy in the leather jacket and boots winked, turned around and walked away, leaving Yoongi both confused and fascinated.

Lifegoal: Taking pictures of Park Jimin's handsome face, tho.
Hope you enjoyed reading!
Lots of love.

Alaska & Charly