You wanted to do something different, so you applied for a university exchange program that's located in Seoul, South Korea. Each student is granted a small apartment and a guide for the duration of your stay.
Your guide's name is Park Jimin
(A/N: You know the drill. Korean = Bold italics. Alsooooooo, I haven't updated for a grip. My bad. Anyway, enjoy. Peep we have a Yoongi gif instead)
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"Zay, you studied the Korean I've taught you...right?"
"Yes, Jimin"
"And you have everything? Supplies?"
"Yes, Jimin"
"And yo-"
"Jimin, if you don't stop acting like her mother..." Taehyung pauses before leaning towards Jimin and switching to a taunting tone in Korean "She won't want you~"
I roll my eyes
"Tae, I'm beginning to understand you guys. The next thing you know, switching to Korean won't even keep things secret anymore." I grin before poking his shoulder. Taehyung groans and rubs the spot I poked him with, using my crusty ass grown out acrylic.
Note to self. Find out if there's a nail salon nearby...these nails are looking mighty rough.
"Whatever. You have Art History next, right? You might want to get going." Tae looks at me with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow
"Art history...Oh shit, It starts in 10 minutes!" I snap my head around in attempts at seeing which direction the Fine Art's building is. I'm frantically pulling up the campus map on my phone before Jimin puts a hand on my shoulder
"Zay, It's literally the next building over," he laughs before pushing me towards the right direction
"Bye Jimin! Bye Tae! Oh, We're all eating lunch together later? Right?" I question shouting while walking backward
"Yeah, I'll text where we're going in the group chat later," Jimin shouts back, with Tae waving at me over his shoulder. I wave, then turn back around making sure I don't fall and head towards the building.
I mumble "excuse me" as I gently shove past people, trying to get to the class on time. Some people do a double take once they see how much different I look from them. I just ignore their stares and focus on the task at hand. Eventually, I make it to the lecture hall that the class is in and scan the room. I scan the room and squint when I think I see a familiar face. I'm sure once I see said person raise one hand towards me as a greeting. I make my way through the isles as I sit right next to Yoongi.
"Hey, Yoongi," I smile to him giving a wave, he chuckles
"Hey, Zay...that rhymes. Zay...Hey...Well, the spelling I-"
"Stop. Just, don't even finish your sentence. You sound dumb" I roll my eyes playfully. I scan the room and notice the people who are talking and whispering. I lick my lips and start cracking my fingers one by one out of nervous habit
Yoongi glances at me and notices my fidgeting.
"Calm down, you've got nothing to worry about. Their eyes will be off of you once class starts...which should be-" A professor opens the door and the loud closing of the door startles everyone into facing straight ahead and quiet down.
"-now," Yoongi says after being interrupted. Yoongi's arm is against the back of the uncomfortable wooden lecture hall chair. I lay my head on his arm as comfort and proceed to catch onto as much as I can. The professor is teaching in mostly Korean, which I can manage to pick up simple things, and other words here and there, he also repeats some things in English for the other few international students in the class. Yoongi tells me he'll summarize the parts in English that the teacher didn't, so I'll be able to understand. For about two-thirds of class time me and Yoongi actually paying attention, the other third is Yoongi saying some dumb comments. At one point, the tables turned and I started annoying Yoongi
"Stop poking me."
"No." I poke Yoongi for the umpteenth time, I decided to do it on his nose,
"Zay, I swear to god," he threatens shooting me a stern look
"Swear to who? I wish you would." I roll my eyes and focus back on the teacher
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Before we know it the hour and a half is over, and the teacher dismisses us wishing us a good rest of our day, I think he said something about completing an assignment, I couldn't fully understand.
"Yoongi, be a dear and let me see your notes," I say quickly moving in front of him and smiling in hopes of persuading him, his right eyebrow goes up and he looks at me, he then chuckles and hands me his notebook.
"Thank y-" I squint my eyes at the page then close then bring my hand to my forehead
"Yoongi. You wrote this in hangul, aside from the names of artists, and a few words on here I don't know what this means." I mumble, trying to remember more of the words Jimin had taught me, hoping to find them in Yoongi's writing, he simply shrugs
"You just asked to see my notes, and I delivered. It's not my fault you can't read it" He laughs at me. I hum in distaste and try and cook up an insult with the Korean I know,
"Shut up. You suck." I say arms crossed and a deadly look, Yoongi stops laughing to look at me. His face turns red and his cheeks puff up, he then lets out a laugh even louder before
"You sound like a CHILD! So cute! are you sure you're supposed to be in university?" He reaches out and grabs my face in his hands, I try pushing his hands away but they won't budge. He keeps babbling until I finally pull away from him.
"Quit being annoying. You must want to die," my tone is stiff and I'm staring at him with the most serious look I can muster, he looks back at me with a toothy grin.
"You know you aren't mad. C'mon, don't be like that," His tone is light-hearted, much opposite from the tone he gave me when I was bothering him in class earlier, it was cute.
"See!I knew it." Yoongi points and laughs, I suck my teeth as a response and take my phone out of my pocket to check the time, 10:25
I have my next class in 15 minutes...why are they so close together? I thought I left that shit in high school...
I then go into the side of my backpack pocket and see what I have next.
Economics...? Light work, I took a class like this in high school, Should be a breeze.
"Yoongi, where is this class?" Yoongi looks down and squints at my schedule
"Ha. That's almost on the other side of campus." he points towards the direction of the building.
"Can you take me Yoongs? There are multiple buildings that way, pointing didn't help me with shit." Yoongi looks at me with a blank look.
"I have class in the opposite direction, I may look like I don't care, but, I'm not being late to class." I ball my fists and frown as Yoongi is backing away with his hands up
"Woah, chill out. I'm sorry Z, but I can't help you. Maybe ask someone on the way...?" Yoongi trails off as he notices me stomping towards him. He then shoots off in the direction of his class but, not without shouting
"See you at lunch!"
He just LEFT. You know what, fuck him. I got this. I am grown and independent He gave me the direction, I'll just figure it out myself.
