sculptor ; yoonmin (SEE ACC BIO)

marathoner yoongi

two weeks.

it had been two weeks since he last spoke to jimin. jimin wasn't avoiding music class, he just avoided yoongi. and yoongi could never quite seem to catch him as he somehow disappeared in front of him.

yoongi once shouted some obscenities at him in the hallway but he was ignored and stared at, poked fun of by his fellow peers that were present. which irritated him. he didn't know any of them and he wouldn't want to anyway. who were they to prod at him?

jungkook, who had heard about it by one of those people in the hallway, his friend taehyung, approached yoongi about it.

"yoongi?" he had questioned on yoongi's bed as he watched yoongi scrap sheet after sheet of lyrics.

"yeah?"

"who were you yelling such rude things at in the hallway?"

yoongi stiffened and he paused mid-throw. "...where did you hear that at?"

"uhm, taehyung..."

yoongi whipped around and faced jungkook. he scrunched up his nose and made a face that would resemble someone eating something that left a bad taste in their mouth or one of someone who smelled something horrendous. "you talk to taehyung?"

"yeah..."

yoongi shook his head at his younger friend and turned back around, cursing when he finally threw the paper only to miss the wastebasket.

"he's not a bad guy, yoongi."

yoongi only clicked his tongue in response, thinking back to all the times taehyung had caused a disruption in music class. whether it was in purpose or accidental. whether yoongi was trying to listen to the teacher or he didn't care. it annoyed him to some degree. taehyung was a strange kind of guy.

jungkook felt the need to defend his other friend and he sat up on the bed, "yoongi, i'm telling you. he's a great guy. he may be a little random and rambunctious but he's funny, understanding, caring, an-"

yoongi swivled in his chair and looked jungkook straight in the eye, "i don't care."

jungkook looked right back at him with a frown. "yoo-"

"come help me with these lyrics, jungkook."

jungkook instantly perked as he liked working with yoongi when it came to music. yoongi was a talented rapper when he decided to rap, as well was namjoon. he admired both his older friends and picked up rapping as an occasional hobby. but yoongi and namjoon always marveled at jungkook's singing.

anyway, when yoongi asked him for help, it was an honor. he normally did it by himself or asked namjoon to help.

jungkook got off from the bed and walked over to yoongi, peered over his shoulder and pointed to a verse. "i think it would flow a bit more if you used..."

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yoongi was running. which meant this was important. it was the week of break and tomorrow would start it. yoongi had overslept as he stayed up all night, adding this and that to the song that jungkook helped him with. the music assignment was due today and yoongi had overslept, class was about to finish and yoongi was going to turn this in. he felt it was one of his best. it is one of his best. he was amazed that jungkook had come this far in his rapping. not only was he a natural born singer, he could now rap more than decently, and he could dance. the makings of an idol.

he flew through the hallway until he finally reached his destination. the bell rung and he flung the door open. everyone looked over at him and he took a deep breath, walking into the room like he hadn't just ran a marathon of sorts. strided in with purpose. walked up to the music professor. nodded and handed his assignment, walked out and exhaled.

people slowly trickled out as his fatigue caught up with him and he slid down the wall to rest. he got a few stares from people in his class but he ignored them. he was looking for someone. and that someone never came out.

he stood and walked in as the professor gathered his things together, looking up when yoongi walked through the door. "mr. min, at least you turned in your assignment." yoongi nodded.

then he spoke: "was park jimin here today?"

"yes. he was the opposite of you, actually. he came in before class, handed his assignment in and walked out saying something about an emergency."

yoongi thought about it and nodded once more. "thank you."

his professor waved at him as he made his way out. yoongi stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed. why was he hung up over this? he should be happy.

he walked, not ran, through the hallways. then he heard a clatter and a small cry come from one of the doors in the art hallway and made his way there. he heard another cry and a string of obscenities come from one of the doors left ajar. he thought about not looking in But curiosity got the better of him and he peeked through the crack.