"B-but she can't just do... That?!"
Namjoon sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time as he skimmed through his textbook, watching Hoseok in the corner of his eye as he paced back and forth.
"I told you Hobi, she can do whatever likes, she's the landlord."
"But, I bet Tae Tae didn't even do anything wrong-"
"You and I both know that's-"
"Sure, he partied, but just a little bit-"
"Look, Hoseok." Namjoon put his book down on the small coffee table and beckoned for Hoseok to come sit with with him. "I know you're upset, but Taehyung was kicked out for a reason."
Hoseok scoffed, throwing himself on the worn maroon sofa and kicking his shoes off.
"Yeah, well 'you and I both know'" He mimicked Namjoon's tone, hoping to get a rise out of him (he got nothing), "Whatever new roomie we get won't be half as fun as Tae was."
Namjoon only sighed again, pushing his glasses up his nose and picking his textbook up again.
"Leave me alone, Hobi. I need to study, go unpack or something."
Hoseok rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "How was Gwangju, Hoseok? Oh it was just lovely, Namjoon. Thanks for asking."
"You know, you shouldn't have greeted me with 'Where's taehyung?' and you know that."
"You sad, lonely fuck."
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Yoongi's oversized scarf may shield his face from the cold, unforgiving winter but it also really limited his vision.
If he could speak he swore to himself he would be cursing to himself right now, as he blindly stumbled through the side of town which he barely knew.
Why did it have to be him, of all people, him. The one student they chose to kick out.
He was fine, just fine, in his tiny dorm room. Where no one bothered him, he could pretend he was the only person in the whole world.
He had loved every moment of it.
If he could speak, he would be grumbling to himself right now. He hauled his bags (the little belongings he had) up the steps.
God, he never asked for roommates, What if they were crazy, alcholholic party goers who rarely studied and said things like 'yolo' and 'fam'?
He huffed, running his hand through his black locks. He wasn't even sure if this was the right place-
Ow.
The complex doors swung open so fast he barely realised when he was knocked off his feet, falling backwards. His bags slipped out of his grip, flying down the steps hitting the concrete with loud thuds, bringing Yoongi back to reality.
"Damn! Sorry!" A voice called.
But as soon as Yoongi got himself back on his feet, all he saw was a hooded figure running away from the steps, fading away into the distance.
God, this was complete shit, everything was pure shit. Having to move here, having to interact with people, and now is bags were all over the fucking pavement-
Jung Hoseok.
His wrist.
Written clearly in black, was a name.
Jung Hoseok
Yoongi gaped, his eyes glued to his wrist.
He blinked, as if maybe he kept blinking the writing would disappear.
No, this couldn't happen. Not to him. Not now, not ever.
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SERENDIPITY // yoonseok (soulmates au)
FanfictionMin Yoongi is mute. It's one of the reasons why his introverted self would prefer to lock himself in his room and stay in his bed for the rest of his life. But no, he just HAD to meet the most infuriatingly cheery extrovert in Seoul. And he just...
