Min Yoongi had three goals for his first day of college.

Get to class on time.

Avoid people.

Stay invisible.

He didn’t want to make friends. He didn’t want to talk to strangers. He just wanted to go to class, do his work, and go back to his small dorm room to rest. That’s it.

But life had other plans.

As Yoongi walked across the huge campus of Seoul Arts University, wearing his usual black hoodie and baggy jeans, he felt already tired. His headphones were in. His music was loud. He kept his head down, hoping no one would stop him.

Then, someone did.

SLAP!

Yoongi’s notebook flew out of his hands.

“What the—?”

He looked up and saw a boy with bleached blonde hair and a huge, mischievous grin standing in front of him. The boy was shorter than average, but he stood like a prince who owned the place.

“Oops,” the boy said with a fake gasp. “Did I do that? Sorry, sleepy grandpa.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows twitched. “What did you just call me?”

The boy crouched and picked up the notebook, flipping it open. “You heard me. Sleepy grandpa. You look like you’re already done with college and ready to retire.”

Yoongi snatched the notebook from his hands. “Do you usually assault people for fun?”

“I don’t assault them. I tease them. Especially when they walk around like sad zombies on their first day,” the boy replied. “Name’s Jimin. Park Jimin. What about you, grandpa?”

Yoongi tightened his jaw. “Min Yoongi.”

Jimin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, so you’re Min Yoongi. Heard about you from Namjoon-hyung. He said you’re a genius in composing but act like the world owes you a nap.”

Yoongi put his notebook back in his bag. “I’m not in the mood for this.”

“Good,” Jimin said, skipping beside him as Yoongi began to walk again. “I love bad moods. They make teasing more fun.”

“Go tease someone else.”

“Nah, you're my new project.”

Yoongi sighed loudly.

Great. Not even five minutes into his first day, and he already had a walking headache following him.

“Do you even have a class in this building?” Yoongi asked.

“Nope,” Jimin said proudly. “I’m in dance. I live across campus. But lucky for you, my best friend Taehyung has class in this building, so I decided to come with him. And now, I found you.”

Yoongi turned to him, dead serious. “You’re stalking me.”

“Please,” Jimin scoffed. “If I were stalking you, you’d never know. This is just friendly bullying.”

Yoongi stopped walking. “Friendly what?”

Before Jimin could reply, another boy ran up behind them.

“Jimin-ah! Don’t bully random people again!” said Kim Taehyung, panting slightly. “Hyung, I’m sorry if he bothered you.”

Jimin smirked. “He’s not bothered. He’s charmed.”

Taehyung bowed dramatically to Yoongi. “He has too much energy. I keep trying to trade him for a cactus.”

“Cacti are quiet,” Yoongi muttered. “I’d take one over him too.”

Jimin gasped. “Oh? You can be funny!”

Yoongi tried not to smile. He didn’t succeed.

A few minutes later, they reached the entrance of the music building. Yoongi spotted a few familiar faces from orientation day. One of them was Kim Namjoon, standing with Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin.

Namjoon raised a brow when he saw the group approaching.

“Jimin… what did you do?” he asked.

“Nothing serious,” Yoongi said before Jimin could speak. “Just flipped my notebook and insulted my face.”

“It’s not an insult,” Jimin argued. “You have a very restful face.”

“Restful?” Hoseok laughed. “That’s a new one.”

Seokjin offered Yoongi a juice box. “Drink this. It’s the only way to survive Park Jimin.”

Yoongi took it slowly. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’m Seokjin, by the way. Visuals of the group,” he said with a wink.

Hoseok waved. “I’m Hoseok! Hope Jimin didn’t scare you too much.”

Namjoon shook Yoongi’s hand. “Good to finally meet you properly. We’re all in the same department. Except for Jimin, who’s just... everywhere.”

Jimin made a heart with his fingers. “Because I care.”

“Because you’re bored,” Yoongi shot back.

Jimin put a hand on his chest, fake-hurt. “Wow. You wound me.”

“Can I actually wound you?” Yoongi asked.

Everyone laughed, even Jimin.

As the first bell rang, students began moving toward their classrooms. Namjoon and the others waved goodbye.

“See you after class, Yoongi!” Hoseok called.

Yoongi turned to go to his room, but Jimin kept walking beside him.

“Don’t you have a dance class to ruin?” Yoongi asked.

“It’s later,” Jimin shrugged. “So I thought I’d walk with you.”

Yoongi groaned. “Why?”

“Because I like you.”

Yoongi stopped walking again. “You what?”

Jimin laughed. “Not like that. I mean I like messing with you. You’re fun. Most people either laugh too easily or cry too fast. But you? You fight back. I like that.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “You need new hobbies.”

“You might be my new favorite hobby.”

“Kill me.”

“Maybe later. Right now I want to see where you sit in class so I can steal your pens.”

Yoongi ignored him and walked into the room. It was a big classroom with piano keyboards, desks, and shelves full of music sheets. The scent of old wood and fresh paper filled the room.

Yoongi picked a seat in the back row, near the window.

And to his horror, Jimin followed him and sat right beside him.

Yoongi turned to him slowly. “Why?”

Jimin leaned on his elbow. “Why not?”

Yoongi looked away. “I can’t believe this is my life.”

“I can,” Jimin said proudly. “It’s going to be fun.”

The professor walked in, tall and serious-looking, and started the class with a short speech. As he talked about the course syllabus, Yoongi tried to focus. He really did.

But every few minutes, he could feel Jimin watching him. Smiling. Poking his arm. Whispering dumb jokes.

At one point, Jimin passed him a sticky note. It said:

“You look like a cat that regrets being born.”

Yoongi bit his tongue to stop from laughing. He grabbed a pen and wrote back:

“You look like a raccoon that drank Red Bull.”

Jimin almost choked trying not to laugh. A few students looked at them. Yoongi tried to act innocent.

When the class finally ended, Jimin stretched and yawned.

“Well, that was fun,” he said.

“You didn’t even take notes,” Yoongi pointed out.

“I took mental notes,” Jimin said, tapping his head.

Yoongi stood up to leave, but Jimin pulled lightly on his sleeve.

“Hey. Want to grab lunch?”

Yoongi stared at him. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I’m buying.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. And I annoyed you a lot today.”

Yoongi blinked. “That’s… not a normal reason.”

“Neither am I.”

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something snarky, but paused.

For the first time since arriving on campus, he wasn’t thinking about how tired he was, or how hard things might get.

He was thinking about Park Jimin, the loud, ridiculous dancer who wouldn’t leave him alone. The boy who teased him nonstop. The one who—somehow—made him smile.

Yoongi let out a long sigh.

“Fine. But I’m choosing the place.”

Jimin beamed. “Deal.”

As they walked out of the classroom, side by side, Yoongi realized one thing:

He didn’t get the peaceful college life he wanted…

But maybe he got the interesting one he needed.

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Bye see you in next episode

Min Yoongi didn’t like noisy places.

That’s why he avoided the campus cafeteria on most days. Too many people, too many smells, and too many loud voices. But today, thanks to a certain loud-mouthed dance major named Park Jimin, he found himself standing in line for kimchi fried rice, wondering where his life went wrong.

“Why are you making that face?” Jimin asked, poking Yoongi’s cheek from behind.

“Because I’m thinking about walking away and pretending I never met you.”

Jimin grinned. “Aww, you do care.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I came because you said you were buying. That’s it.”

“And because you like me.”

Yoongi turned slowly. “What?”

“I mean, as a person. You like me as a person. Obviously,” Jimin said quickly, but the cheeky smile never left his face.

Yoongi grabbed his tray, trying not to blush. “You’re full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of mystery,” Jimin said, walking beside him with his own tray. “That’s why you’re fun.”

They found a table in the corner, far from the crowd. As they sat down, Jimin immediately started mixing his rice and egg together like he hadn’t eaten in days.

Yoongi ate slowly, watching the chaos of the lunchroom. He spotted Hoseok dancing in line, Namjoon spilling water on his notes, and Seokjin showing off his food like a cooking show host.

“Looks like your friends have their own dramas,” Yoongi said.

Jimin looked up with rice on his cheek. “That’s why I love them. They make every day feel like a comedy show.”

Yoongi handed him a napkin. “You’ve got rice on your face.”

Jimin wiped it off. “Thanks, Mom.”

Yoongi raised a brow. “Don’t ever call me that again.”

Jimin laughed so hard he almost dropped his spoon.

Just then, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook walked up to their table with their trays.

“Yo! Is this seat taken?” Taehyung asked, not waiting for an answer before sitting.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jungkook asked Yoongi politely. “You look a little… trapped.”

“I am trapped,” Yoongi said.

“In friendship!” Jimin added cheerfully.

Yoongi gave him a look that said, I’m this close to pouring soup on your head.

Jungkook laughed. “Jimin-hyung really won’t leave you alone, huh?”

“He’s like a mosquito,” Yoongi muttered.

“I’m an adorable mosquito,” Jimin said proudly.

Yoongi sighed. “You’re really not.”

Taehyung leaned forward with a smirk. “You guys fight like a married couple.”

Yoongi choked on his drink. “Excuse me?”

Jimin didn’t even blink. “Yeah, except Yoongi doesn’t hold my hand yet.”

Yoongi stared at him. “You need help.”

“Love is the best help,” Jimin said with a wink.

Taehyung and Jungkook laughed, clearly enjoying the show.

“Hey!” a voice yelled across the cafeteria. “Jimin-ah! You forgot to give me back my USB!”

Jimin turned and saw a tall, athletic boy jogging toward their table.

“That’s Kim Mingyu from acting class,” Jungkook whispered. “He always lets Jimin use his USB drive.”

Jimin pulled it from his bag and tossed it to Mingyu. “Here, my guy!”

Mingyu caught it and gave Jimin a thumbs up.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “You flirt with him too?”

“I flirt with everyone,” Jimin said. “But you’re my favorite target.”

“Gee. Lucky me.”

“You are lucky,” Jimin teased.

Yoongi tried to look annoyed, but honestly, Jimin’s silly grin was starting to grow on him. Even if the boy drove him nuts, there was something kind of… warm about his chaos.

Taehyung suddenly stood up. “Cafeteria war begins in three… two…”

Before Yoongi could ask what he meant, a spoon flew across the room and hit someone’s tray. A piece of tofu went flying, landing on another table.

Then the yelling started.

Yoongi blinked. “Is this normal?”

“Every Thursday,” Jimin said casually. “We call it Food Fight Light.”

“Light?” Yoongi repeated.

“No throwing trays. Only soft food,” Jimin explained, just as a cherry tomato bounced off Taehyung’s shoulder.

Yoongi ducked as a piece of lettuce flew past his ear. “I hate this place.”

Jimin shielded him with a tray. “Don’t worry, Sleepy Grandpa. I’ll protect your pretty face.”

“Stop calling me that!”

But Yoongi didn’t pull away when Jimin leaned close, shielding him like a bodyguard with a tray shield.

Once the chaos settled and the cafeteria staff started yelling, everyone sat down like nothing had happened. Taehyung clapped his hands once. “Another successful mission.”

“You people are insane,” Yoongi mumbled.

“But fun, right?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi didn’t answer. But the corners of his mouth curved up.

After lunch, Jimin walked with Yoongi to his next class, even though it was on the opposite side of campus.

“You don’t have to follow me, you know,” Yoongi said.

“I want to follow you,” Jimin replied.

Yoongi looked at him. “Why?”

Jimin slowed down. “Okay, fine. Serious moment.”

Yoongi blinked. “What?”

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, everyone here is loud, friendly, all over the place. But you… you’re quiet. You don’t pretend. I like that. And yeah, I tease you. A lot. But I’m not trying to be mean.”

Yoongi stared at him. “So you are bullying me. But nicely?”

Jimin grinned. “Exactly.”

Yoongi snorted. “You’re impossible.”

“I know,” Jimin said, looking pleased.

There was a silence between them as they reached the music building again. Yoongi looked at Jimin, who was watching him with that same playful glint in his eyes.

“You really don’t get tired of this?” Yoongi asked.

“Nope,” Jimin said. “You’re my favorite part of today.”

Yoongi’s heart did something weird. He looked away quickly. “That’s… your problem.”

Jimin chuckled. “One I’m happy to have.”

Yoongi walked into the building without saying goodbye.

But inside, his ears were red.

Bye guys see you in next episode (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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Yoongi had one rule in life: Never join group chats.

They were loud, annoying, and full of people who sent memes at 2 a.m.

So, when he opened his phone and saw a new notification from a group called “Bangtan Clowns”, his first reaction was to delete it.

Jimin: Welcome our newest victim— I mean, member — Min Yoongi!

Taehyung: Yoongi hyunggggggg!!!

Jungkook: Oh no, he’s gonna leave in 3 minutes.

Hoseok: Bet he won’t even say hi.

Namjoon: Let’s keep it respectful— but also, Yoongi, you’re stuck with us now.

Seokjin: I made brownies. I’ll trade one for a selfie.

Yoongi blinked. “What the hell.”

A moment later, his phone buzzed again.

Jimin (private chat): Don’t be mad. I added you because I missed you.

Yoongi: I saw you two hours ago.

Jimin: Yeah, but you’re cute when you’re annoyed.

Yoongi groaned. This boy was going to give him a headache.

That night, Yoongi tried to focus on his music assignment, but the group chat was buzzing non-stop. He didn’t want to admit it, but some of the messages made him smile.

Taehyung: I just found out watermelons are berries.

Namjoon: That’s true. Strawberries aren’t berries, but bananas are.

Jungkook: What is life.

Seokjin: Life is me, looking amazing in this selfie.

[Image: Jin holding a brownie like it’s a diamond.]

Hoseok: I'm screaming. Why are you posing like it’s a proposal?

Jimin: Yoongi, rate Jin’s brownie out of 10.

Yoongi: 0.

Jimin: Rude.

Jin: Blocked and reported.

Taehyung: LMAO

Yoongi sighed but didn’t leave the chat.

Instead, he typed:

Yoongi: …Looks good, I guess.

Jimin sent him ten heart emojis.

The next day, Yoongi walked into the library to find Jimin waiting for him. He was sitting backwards on a chair like he was in a boy band music video.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jimin chirped.

“I regret replying in the group chat,” Yoongi muttered.

“No you don’t. You love us now.”

“I tolerate you.”

“Close enough.”

They sat down, books and laptops open, pretending to study. Jimin was supposed to write a paper on body movement in performance, but he was too busy making paper cranes out of his notebook pages.

Yoongi stared at him. “Do you have attention problems?”

“Only around people I like,” Jimin said.

Yoongi snorted. “Good to know you’re annoying by choice.”

Jimin leaned closer. “Did you just call me charming in your own grumpy way?”

“I’m gonna hit you with a book.”

“Flirting noted.”

Yoongi turned red and looked back at his screen.

Across campus, the others were planning something.

“Yoongi-hyung is slowly falling,” Taehyung said, holding his phone like a detective.

“Into a deep hole of regret,” Namjoon joked.

“No, really,” Jungkook added. “He’s been replying to Jimin-hyung more. I caught him smiling yesterday.”

“We should help them,” Hoseok said with a grin. “Make Yoongi admit he likes Jimin.”

“Operation ‘Soft Suga’ begins now,” Jin declared dramatically.

Taehyung nodded. “I’m in. Let’s start with chaos.”

That evening, Jimin invited Yoongi to a movie night at their dorm. “All of us will be there,” he said casually. “Just come. There’ll be snacks.”

Yoongi didn’t want to admit he liked snacks. Or that he was curious. Or that he might have planned his schedule so he’d be free that night.

When he arrived, he was greeted by a mess of pillows, popcorn, and screaming boys.

“HYUNG!!” Jungkook dragged him in like a lost puppy.

“Sit by me,” Jimin said, patting the space next to him.

Yoongi gave him a look. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

“Because it is,” Jin said with a wink.

“Shut up, Jin-hyung,” Jimin muttered.

The movie started, some ridiculous action film with lots of explosions. Yoongi tried to focus, but Jimin’s shoulder kept brushing his. And at one point, Jimin passed him popcorn with a soft “Here, hyung,” like he wasn’t the same boy who used to tease him daily.

Halfway through the movie, the power went out.

There was immediate chaos.

“JUNGKOOK DID YOU BREAK SOMETHING?”

“I DIDN’T EVEN MOVE!”

“MY POPCORN!!”

“TAE WHY ARE YOU HOLDING ME?”

“I’M SCARED OKAY?!”

In the dark, someone whispered, “Yoongi-hyung? Are you okay?”

It was Jimin. His voice was soft, close.

“I’m fine,” Yoongi whispered back.

“I like being next to you,” Jimin said, sounding more serious than usual.

Yoongi’s heart thumped.

“I mean,” Jimin added quickly, “It’s better than being next to Taehyung. He steals snacks.”

Yoongi let out a quiet laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You still came,” Jimin said. “That means something.”

Yoongi didn’t reply. But his hand brushed Jimin’s. And he didn’t pull away.

Later that night, after the power returned and the others had started gaming, Yoongi stood outside on the balcony, looking at the sky.

Jimin joined him, two cups of hot chocolate in hand.

“Peace offering,” Jimin said, handing one over.

Yoongi accepted it. “For what?”

“For being annoying. And… maybe making you like me a little.”

Yoongi looked at him. “That’s a bold guess.”

Jimin shrugged. “I’m bold.”

There was a pause.

“I used to think you were boring,” Jimin said honestly. “Cold. But you’re not. You’re warm in a quiet way.”

Yoongi looked away. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because… it makes it hard to ignore you.”

Jimin smiled. “Maybe I don’t want to be ignored.”

Yoongi looked at him — really looked at him — and sighed. “You’re still a brat.”

Jimin bumped his shoulder. “But I’m your brat.”

Yoongi sipped his drink, trying not to smile.

bye guys have a nice day(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)