" Min Yoongi why are you late?"" sorry professor my alarm broke and my roommate didn't wake me up for some reason." I replied lazily as I walked to the back of the classroom and placed my laptop down.
"Whatever just don't let it happen again"
Professor Tuan replied while I was logging on and opening the software we use, as well as getting out my pen and notebook to record what assignments I have this week." so class, this week I want you to compose a piece that represents whatever emotions you feel most prominent when listening to the piece I have linked you all in the emails I sent you. It's entitled ' Plastic taste' and I want these within a month from today, so if anyone hands it in later then, hmmmmm the twenty fifth of October, twenty percent of your grade will deplete every day. You all know my email address, continue working quietly on the beat we worked collaboratively on last week and continue building it up. Now shut up I have stuff to do"
" shit" I hear someone curse under their breath, I look over my shoulder and through my black bangs to see a new kid walk in, at least I think he's new, I haven't seen him before so he probably is. He bent down to pick up his pen but once he stood up I noticed that he was quite tall, had blonde hair shaved at the sides and styled up on the top of his head. he had plump lips and beautiful brown eyes, although basically everyone around here does, we live in Korea. His skin was a light caramel colour and when he started talking to the professor I noticed his dimples protruding. He's cute, his slender legs complimented by his black skinny jeans.
He walks over and sits next to me, I decide to say something to him first, as he probably doesn't know anyone here. After he puts his things down and settles in his seat I turn to him and put my hand out " hey, I'm Yoongi, do you need the notes from the start of class?"
" uhh yes please, I honestly just forgot how time worked for a while this morning so that's why I'm late" he chuckled after he blessed me with his deep velvety voice, shaking my hand ( can yOU TELL MY BIAS IS NAMJOON)
" oh wait what did you say your name was again sorry" I said with a light laugh
" oh fuck me I didn't tell you sorry, my name is Namjoon "
" oh my god ahah, it's fine Namjoon" I said, trying the name out.
I gave him my notes and briefly explained what we had to do before heading off on my own work.
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Yeet skeet beat my meat
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Spinning ( myg+pjm) || YOONMIN
FanfictionJimin is a dance student while Yoongi is majoring in music production ( clichè, shitty quality, mature language and possibly themes)