The Mechanism of Life

𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨: 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳), 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘋𝘶𝘰

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Yoongi scrolled down the email and messages. Mostly from his partner in the summer project. It was given before the competition and even though he was still a part of the group. He couldn't help them. Not while he was in another country. And of course the messages conveyed very clearly how much they hated him, and thought it was selfish of him to take part in the competition even though he knew that the project woudl affect their grades. 

Yoongi bit his lips, opening the last of the messages before closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket. He had again gone outside, to buy some spare parts. He frowned realizing that if this continued he won't have much money left with him. This was the difficult part to the competition. To find someone who would fund the research. And since they were working on it before the conference, he couldn't even seek someone for the funds because that would count as cheating. 

He had asked Namjoon to see if he could get any help. But Yoongi was a undergraduate, and this research was a competition. Most people were reluctant to invest in something like this. He sighed, his hand twisting around the phone in his pocket as he walked towards the room.

Inside he found Jimin working on the project. Yoongi bit his lips, remembering the fight from earlier in the morning. He didn't exactly know what happened, or what started it. But both of them found themselves yelling at each other. Yoongi almost too sure if he hadn't walked out of the room, the two would've gotten into a physical fight. 

It was something about the project, he remembered. But he wasn't sure of the exact words or actions that started it. He was angry Jimin. Maybe, accusing of something mistake, and Jimin got too defensive. 

Yoongi's eyes fell over to the fried wires and remembered the reason. Jimin had messed up with the circuits. For third time. Which is why he had to go to our buy more wires. 

He rolled his eyes when he saw a new pair of wire lying aside. The ends of it fried black. He grumbled about it under his breath and guessed Jimin caught onto it. Freezing, before looking up at him with a slightly guilty expression. 

But as of now, Yoongi was far to engaged with the hateful messages contained in the device in his pocket to think about anything else or even scold Jimin that he was again attaching the wrong ends to the battery. 

"Yoongi," Jimin mumbled absent mindedly, "Why do you hate humans so much?"

This is was the tenth time since morning that Jimin had asked a question like this. It was completely random and with no context whatsoever. 

"Look at yourself, you'll get the answer." Yoongi mumbled without thinking much. He didn't pay attention to the other's reaction to his response.

He just dropped down the bag, before sitting down him. Quickly starting his work. Doing as much as he could, without any interactions with the boy in front of him. In between, he heard a phone ring. Jimin's, he guessed since the one in his pocket was still. 

The other got up and walked out to the verandah to receive the call. As of now, he could care less about the other. The sole reason that this was a group project was why he hadn't asked Jimin to just drop everything and walk away and let him do the work. Not only will there be lesser mistakes, but he would be able to drown himself in work such that he didn't have the time to think about anything else. Much less the hate.

But he couldn't. Everything was frustrating him. He felt suffocated. Everything felt too empty. Because of it, his mind was catching everything. Every sound in the room. The soft whispers of Jimin's voice as he talked outside, at the verandah. The honking of the cars, the sound of the engines because Jimin forgot to close the door behind him. It was too loud for him, and it was affecting in the worst way possible. Making it hard for him to think properly.