PROLOGO

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The guy majoring in Accountancy was too early for his evening classes.

He stood in front of his empty classroom, a bit pissed for leaving the comforts of his mattress earlier than he should have.

Well, he can't go back now, his house was an hour away. Hell no!

He shrugs and lets out a sigh of annoyance, as he saunters into the empty room and occupied one of the seats.

A phone, a pen, a notebook, a calculator and his car keys. That's all he brought.

He needn't bring his money as there were no open university stores and shops at this time of the night.

He plays a faint music from his phone, humming in his ears, the sweet voice of the singer dearly appreciated by him.

Honestly, he wasn't that interested in his program.

He didn't want to be someone trying to solve problems, when he can't even solve his own.

He didn't want to be someone trying to balance out financial statements, when he can't even balance out his own life.

He didn't want to look for the missing debtors who haven't payed their liabilities back, when he hasn't even payed his own debts to those who showed him kindness but he only responded with rudeness and ungratefulness.

Another sigh escaped the confines of his mouth as he grabs his pen and rips a piece of paper from his pad, like how he ripped himself away from overthinking his career-path, and did what he thinks he does best.

Writing fictional stories.

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A typical day for accountant-in-the-making, Min Yoongi or so what his relatives expects him to be.

He tapped his pen on his desk as he diligently listened to their terror of a professor in in an accounting course, explaining the nooks and crannies of the process of a complicated accounting system.

Everyone in his class looked like accountants, already. Like that guy sitting by the girl with huge front teeth, he always wore this black jacket and thick rimmed glasses, always carried thick books in his hands.

He looks like he counted a million won already but the truth is, it was only in Yoongi's judgmental point of view, the dude was only 20.

And also that guy sitting in front of— wait, no one sat in the seat in front of Min Yoongi's before.

Yoongi tilts his head in curiousity, did he space out that much in this class, to not even notice that there was always a guy sitting right in front of his seat?

"Hey, are you new here?"

Yoongi taps the guy's shoulder and whispers quietly, thankful that he sat in the middle part of the room, Professor Terror, won't catch him easily.

The guy turns and it feels like Yoongi's breath got knocked out of his lungs all of a sudden.

Bright smile, happy eyes, and dyed-blonde hair glowing right in front of him.

Immaculate.

"Yeah, I just came in today. Hi, I'm Hoseok"

Hoseok grins but immediately turns back around to avoid being caught by Professor Terror.

"Hoseok.."

Yoongi trails off meekly, nodding to himself, he bites his pen between his teeth but it falls off and to his reflex he quickly tries to catch it but ends up falling on the floor with a loud thud!

...

He rubs his head in pain, as he got on all fours on the floor.

He actually fell over!

He didn't even know he fell asleep when he was just writing a few minutes ago— a few minutes?! It's already 8:15pm!

"Fuck!"

Yoongi cussed, groaning in frustration. He had missed his class, there was no point in getting into it when it's almost over in 10 minutes.

He rubbed his head and got up on his feet and collected his things, he walked the dim and almost empty corridors of the university.

In the parking lot, Yoongi pulls his car door open and slides into the driver's seat, only for his small sleep-dazed ass to miss it, he lands on the parking ground with an "oof!".

Suddenly, he heard chuckles coming from the car right next to his, he stands, ready to bite off this person's head for laughing at his misfortune.

When Yoongi peeks on the car window of the car next to him, he felt like his breath just got knocked out of his lungs all over again..

"You seem to like falling on grounds a lot..."

Words couldn't form in his mouth.

"Maybe you could fall for me instead?"

The same grin appears in front of his eyes, the same happy eyes, and the same dyed-blonde hair.




Hoseok? My character, Hoseok?


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REMINDERS!

- When the paragraphs are indented to the right corner of the screen it means that's the time wherein you are currently reading YOONGI'S FICTIONAL STORY.

- When the paragraphs are indented on the left side, that's time where the CURRENT EVENTS of this story is happening.

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yassss, i really have a good plot in mind for this one! omg. i hope have time to make chapters for this tho..

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