𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi - request

thank you StartingUpTheFlames for requesting this! Hopefully you enjoy!

"Oh good lord, who is that?"

Your head automatically turns to catch a glimpse of the eighth guy your friend has picked out as cute. Only this time, your breath hitches and your eyes widen.

He saunters down the halls, books clutched to his side. His head bops up and down to the music coming from his earplugs, his chocolate brown hair bouncing along with him. His eyes are angled perfectly, lips parted in a slight gasp. Clad in a black hoodie and black jeans, he walks past, the smell of rosewood wafting into your nose.

"Good lord is right. Who knew we'd have Korean Jesus in our college?" She snorts out a laugh and links arms with you, walking the two of you back to your dorm.

You head out early the next day for your first class, envying your friend for her one afternoon class meaning she gets the privilege of sleeping in.

You sit patiently in your class, tapping your pen against your chin as you wait for your teacher to arrive. The door opens, your bored gaze moving towards it. The guy from yesterday walks in silently, his studying gaze moving across the room. You find yourself doing the same, frowning when there are no available chairs left except for the one next to yours.

He sighs and walks over, a forced smile pulling his lips upwards.

"Hi, I'm Yoongi and it seems like I'm sitting next to you," he slides in as he speaks, hands trembling.

"Hey, I'm Y/N," you reply, offering him a more natural smile. Every time he moves, you're hit with the smell of rosewood but your mind is still focused on the fact that his voice is deeper than you thought it would be. It sounds gruff but gentle and you can't help but want to keep talking to him.

"So you want to be a music producer, huh?" He nods, glancing at you for only a second.

"That's cool. I do too. Been dreaming of it since I was a child."

He now turns his whole body towards you, a smirk playing with his lips. "Do you have any work I can listen to?"

You nod and quickly scramble for your phone, passing it to him with your latest track ready to be played. He plugs his earplugs in and closes his eyes as it plays.

After a bit, his head moves, hand hitting the edge of the table to the beat of your music. Finally, he passes your phone back to you.

"That's amazing, actually. I've got lyrics for that so did you want to work together to try and make something out of it?"

Why even ask?

"Yes!"