Bored Brains - Taegi/Vmon

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This shit fucked him up. How could his professor think he could do something no one else in his professorship was familiar with nor capable of? He studied mathematics, for god's sake, not computer science! He only wrote his master thesis in GPU-programming, because his professor had restricted him from writing a thesis on multidimensional spheres. If it had remained writing code, he would have accomplished his goal much earlier, but messing with background files? This was some deep programmer shit he would not get his hands on. Change one wrong line, and the compiler swamps you with messages of failure.

Taehyung sat in front of one of the rare computers of the mathematics department that could execute his program, massaging his burning shoulders. Those cheap and old office chairs were hell for his back. He stared at the screen, terminal opened and debugger running, but he was unable to do anything, for he did not know how to use the tool properly. Google had not been a significant help on that field, either. He could imagine what infinity or a three-dimensional sphere meant, but when it came to background shit in programing, he was like a small puppy, lost in the big, bad wolf's woods.

A long sigh left his lips and he ripped the Bluetooth headset out of his ears, the sudden silence cutting his eardrums. After ruffling through his crimson hair, he closed all the windows and shut down the computer, packing up his stuff. Well, more like, packing up that one book about parallel programming their library possessed. Compared to what he had to do, the stuff inside that book was child's play. He needed proper introduction to this topic, but all he got was examples and 'just use it, it will work' sentences. Damn fuckers...

Frustrated he left the computer pool and headed towards the canteen to meet his one and only friend Hoseok. He was not one of those stereotypical mathematic students that only came out for readings and competitions, if anything, he would call himself popular. He was invited to many parties, but he never made friends outside his peer group, and even those people were more like acquaintances than friends. In his opinion, a friend had to be at least eighty percent as smart as him, so he could have an interesting (at least proper) talk with him. But try finding someone topping fifty percent... He was surrounded by goldfish. Hoseok was no exception, but he knew him since childhood and liked him for his sunny personality. And he had to admit that without the older he would have most likely had gone down much earlier, wrecked from alcohol, parties and sex.

Entering the canteen, he put his headset back in. For his brain was constantly insufficiently challenged, every sound and movement was taken in, and therefore busy places like the canteen overstimulated his senses within minutes. This also was his reason for drinking before going to a party, because his drunken brain was much less sensitive to his surroundings. On the other hand, this had caused multiple unpleasant evenings, ending with his head over a toilet seat, hating himself for doing this to his body, but at the same time knowing he would do it again, because he needed it. Either the numbness or the sex. And it always had been Hoseok carrying him home and taking care of him until the next morning, wrapping him into blankets, because his body was supercooled from massive consume of alcohol and shaking like shit, and forcing warm water down his sore throat, so he won't have a bad hangover. His friend was a true angel.

He found Hoseok at their table in the far back of the dining hall, scrabbling on his college block. Putting his backpack on the chair next to him, the crimson sat down. Without a comment, his black-haired friend shoved over the tablet with the stuffed plate. Taehyung loved eating, and because Hoseok knew the crimson hated crowds, he had started to order the big portion for his friend together with his own, so the younger was spared from waiting in the queue. His way of caring for him sometimes made the crimson feel guilty, because there was not much he could do for his friend.