learning | sope [ON HOLD]

005

that night yoongi lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. his feelings were all over the place, a concoction of confusion, exhaustion and the ever so wonderful feeling of being in love. actually, yoongi could not say for sure he truly, genuinely, loved hoseok, he just knew that he hasn't felt this emotion in a while, not since high school, not since him. he shook his head and corrected himself; yoongi was feeling confused, exhausted and cherished hoseok. yoongi knew for sure that his feelings for hoseok were not the usual friendship ones, he couldn't describe it, really. he guessed it was all of hoseok's little quirks, habits, miscellaneous gadgets and, of course, his undeniably handsome exterior and interior. he laughed at himself, the emotionless and aloof min yoongi falling for the exasperating and colourful jung hoseok, that seemed absolutely impossible. the more impossible thing was that it was actually happening.

he rolled over to his side, reaching for his phone and checked the time. 0233. he sighed and peeled himself off his bed. yoongi could care less, he rubbed his temples and threw on a coat. he slid his laptop into his backpack, slung it over his shoulder and left the dorm.

the majestic library stood almost empty. scanning the room yoongi noticed a few midnight crammers and a collection of night owls attempting to do something productive. yoongi slid into his usual chair, a plush, burgundy, leather armchair positioned in the centre of thee tall bookshelves. blocking out the world with his earphones, yoongi was hit with a sudden wave of inspiration. he pulled open his laptop and opened 'notes' as fast as he could. yoongi wrote, with no brain filter. he filled the page with sentences upon sentences of typos and grammatical errors. yoongi was sure this one was going to be a tear jerker. yoongi loves writing sad stories, ones that seem to be hopeless and always taught a lesson on how the society we live in is dystopian.

he was so engrossed in his writing yoongi didn't even notice the tap o his shoulder. "excuse me again,' said the buff figure standing behind him.

"what?" yoongi snapped quite irritated he got interrupted.

"do you ind if i sit with you?"

"go ahead."

"thanks."

yoongi looked up to see jungkook from the other day. he relaxed a little. jungkook spread his thighs out on the ground just in front of yoongi's feet. jungkook seemed a organised student, yoongi observed, he had his notes colour coded and sorted into different groups for different professors. sport science. interesting. yoongi focused his attention on jungkook. you'd have to be blind to not see that jungkook is well above average on the Hotness Scale. his round, glass like eyes caught the light; his duo-lids added to the charm, his plump ad puckered lips gave his face a boyish feel, yoongi enjoyed the little mole under his bottom lip; jungkook's deep brown hair reache his strong, straight eyebrows. jungkook's profile wasn't any less breathtaking. His adorable, big, round nose curved perfectly down his face, outlining the lips, and down to his sharp jawline.

"is there something on my face?" jungkook asked sounding a little insecure. He touched his face, trying to rub off any possible leftover food and what not.

yoongi scoffs and blurts out: "nothing but perfection." yoongi immediately regretted it but jungkook found it amusing.

"thank you," he laughs "you're not a bad looker yourself." yoongi blushes and mumbles a quiet 'thanks.'

"yoongi," jungkook said "how old are you?"

"oh, i'm 19," yoongi answered.

"s-sorry, yoongi-hyung," jungkook corrected himself.

"it's okay." jungkook nods at yoongi's reassurance.

"so, what cha doin'?" jungkook tilts his head.

"writing."

"about what?"

"stuff and ideas."

"y'know, yoongi-hyung..."

"what?"

"you're quite boring to talk to."

"oh."

"yeah, from now on i'd like you to elaborate on your answers, and that's an order!"

"fine, fine. i will, captain kook."

"good~ now, what are you writing about?"

yoongi took a deep breath. he, himself, was not entirely sure what he was writing about. yoongi cleared his throat and read out some of his notes whilst jungkook listened attentively. "uh, so, there's this kid who has terminal cance and describes his stages of cancer as doors. When he first found out, that was him opening door number one. throughout thee story he keeps opening up doors and describes his experience or 'walk' through the doors. when you get to the end, he describes the final door and what its like going through it, or dying."

when yoongi finished jungkook smiled. "i like that, yoongi-hyung," jungkook said, nodding his head.

"thank you, jungkook-ah," yoongi said.

"you're welcome."

"mhmm, but enough about me. what do you do?"

"sport science, i want to become a physiotherapist. ever since i could remember i loved sport, i was always playing it with my elder brother, he talked each other, we played ball with each other, we even danced together! what i loved most was helping my brother, or any of my teammates, when they were injured- it's a passion of mine."

"that's cool."

"yeah, it is," jungkook shrugged. then, a sweet yet mischievous grin crept up on his face. "but not as cool as writing about kids, cancer and doors."

yoongi decided he wanted jungkook around more.

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when yoongi arrived back at the dorm, it was just about 4. as expected, hoseok was sound asleep. brown hair feathered messily across his face, his mouth hung open and he took peaceful breaths. too awake, yoongi fell into his desk chair and swung around to face the plain, dull desk. yoongi grabbed his laptop out of the worm backpack and lay it on his desk. he still needed a name for his character. yoongi racked his brain for and ideas or inspiration. who was that one edgy teen whose death hoseok still wasn't over? yoongi tried to remember, mark maybe? no, margo? mar- mar, hmm, yoongi thought, marco! that's it!