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ᴅɪᴀᴍᴇᴛʀɪᴄ 1:3

𝟷 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡

𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢
𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝: 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜,
                           𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck...

Yoongi's cat-like eyes bore into the computer screen displayed in front of him, hands gripping either sides of the flimsy cover.

This cannot be happening

Please tell me this is all a dream

After blinking his eyes repeatedly over and over again, and slapping himself senseless to 'wake up' from the 'dream', he care to the conclusion that, atlas, he would be getting a roommate.

Fists tugging at two thick strands of hair, the only things that came to mind were all the possible scenarios where things could go wrong.

Hell, last year's roommate was a complete disaster.

It wasn't really their fault, but Yoongi was just so incredibly awkward and never knew what to say, and having to change in front of the other didn't quite help the situation.

Just to ensure that Yoongi read it correctly and was not mistaken, his eyes scanned over line of the email for at least fifteen minutes. Groaning in defeat, he rolled his wheely chair out into the middle of the dorm room, mindlessly spinning around in a complete daze.

As soon as the news came in the summer that Yoongi was able to score a dorm by himself, and a bigger one at that, he couldn't be more enthralled at the luxury he had somehow won.

It was the happiest day of his life.

And now, it was all for nothing.

Everything just seemed to be crashing down on his small and petite figure, as it was like the universe was trying to punish Yoongi on purpose for simply existing.

Anytime something went right, there was always a drawback occurring almost instantly afterwards. It was as if the gods above were purposely planning Yoongi's fall, watching the poor boy break and crumble before them.

And he couldn't help but wonder, why me?

Haven't you tortured me enough?

Gotten enough satisfaction out of watching me suffer only more everyday?

Every fucking second of my life?

Even though Yoongi's self image and portrayal of himself was plummeting rapidly, he still asked himself what he did to deserve this.

Because the boy had never been a trouble maker, or broken a law, or tore someone's heart to pieces.

Everything always happened to him instead.

He couldn't even remember the last time he snapped back at someone, and if we're being honest here, it took a lot of digging just to recall the most recent instance where he even willingly talked to someone.

An upsurge of panic instantaneously bubbled up inside him, feeling as if a million needles began jabbing, poking, and stabbing in all areas of his body at once.

His breath hitches as reality dawned on him, that this wasn't a hoax or fake.

It was real.

Words couldn't describe what emotions the boy was feeling at that moment, since it wouldn't do him enough justice or fully exhibit the proper feelings.

But it wasn't exactly pleasant.

His tongue was tied, unable to speak or fully comprehend what the actual fuck was happening. Losing his balance, the boy toppled over his short legs multiple times as his mind was way to hectic to focus on one thing at a time, while a million other thoughts scurried through his brain.

He was never able to focus on one thing, as one thought pushed the other aside, as angry customers did during Black Friday shopping.

His mind was like that.

Nearly every. single. day.

Quickly closing up his laptop that had been open for about thirty minutes, when he had checked the email, Yoongi frantically rushed out the door as he realized class started in just a few minutes, trudging along his huge book bag filled with a lot of unnecessary junk.

And, of course, it was on the other side of the campus.

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"I'm just saying Tae," Hoseok began, munching away on a breakfast burrito even though it was just nearing 4:00pm, "maybe you shouldn't binge five bottles of Gatorade all at once. You'll get sick, remember when Gguk did that last week?" He shot his best friend a skeptical glance, raising one eyebrow as the blue haired male, Taehyung, sheepishly looked down towards the floor.

"Ughhh fine," Taehyung glared at Hoseok, "but binging is my way of stress relief."

Chuckling at his friend, Hoseok latched an arm around the younger, pulling them both towards the direction of their other friend, Jungkook's, dorm.

"Hey aren't you switching dorm rooms this week?" Taehyung asked, looking up towards the elder.

"Yeah," Hoseok sighed, "rat infestation."

Holding a fist up to his mouth as if he was about to puke, Taehyung fake regurgitated, hand gripping Hoseok's pale yellow hoodie sleeve.

"That's nasty as hell, what the fuck?"

"I know," Hoseok shuddered.

"Oh my god you should stay with them! It'll be like a live action Ratitouille, mmmm yum!" Taehyung licked his lips in a teasing manner.

Hoseok paused in his steps to shoot the younger a concerned look, sympathetically patting his shoulder, "You know, I think Seokjin was right. We really should take you to a doctor."

"Hmmph," Taehyung pouted, "you're just jealous because my sense of humor is elite."

Rolling his eyes playfully, Hoseok couldn't help but giggle at his friend's antics.

He was a quite bizarre and outlandish, but Hoseok loves him nonetheless.

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