⇢ summary: according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived.
⇢ warnings: angst, smut
🎵 song recommendation: something just like this by coldplay x the chainsmokers
a/n: finally something that isn’t pwp????? :”)
races through your veins and fills up your airway, causing your breathing to
double itself, chest heaving in an attempt to calm yourself down. No, this can’t be happening, you chant
to yourself over and over. The clock on your laptop is glaringly bright in the
near darkness of your room, and the numbers burn themselves into the back of
your eyelids. When you close your eyes, the uncomfortable stinging of your
contact lenses makes your eyes water and at this point they might as well be
tears of desperation.
not like you’ve never had writer’s block before, you reason with yourself. You
just have to start writing and edit along the way. Your own voice of reason is
drowned out by the anxiety that echoes all the possible consequences of not
acing this paper. It’s nearly 4 am and the essay you have so far in front of
you is not enough to get an A, you know it in your bones but you can’t come up
with anything better either. You could just submit this as it is, but anything
less than an A on this paper would pull you down from the cusp of that ever
elusive first class honours. And you can’t afford to graduate with anything
less than that. The very thought of it sends a fresh chill of panic that creeps
down your spine and jolts your fingers into a typing frenzy, spilling thoughts
and ideas onto your screen till you reach the end of the page.
when you read over what you’ve written, it doesn’t make sense at all, just
incoherent rambling sentences strung together into a never ending paragraph. In
frustration you shove your laptop away from you and push back your chair, reaching
for your keys and phone. Sneaking a peek at your roommate’s still form across
the room, you let yourself out of the room silently, feeling your tensed
shoulders relax immediately as the cool night air embraces you with open arms.
a little chilly to be out in just a long shirt and sleep shorts, but since
there’s no one awake to catch you dressed like this, it’s the least of your
concerns for now. The balcony that is attached to your room affords a little
privacy, and it’s one of the perks of occupying the corner room on this floor.
The tranquillity of the cold, autumn night directly contrasts with the millions
of theories and concepts running through your mind, and any attempts at
clearing your mind are failing pathetically. The residential halls are eerily
silent at this time of the night, and as you glance down over the protective
railings, you consider how easy it would be to just climb over, just one leg
over and then-
night?” You whirl around at the interruption of a raspy, gruff voice sounding
from behind you. Your eyes are met with a figure clothed in an oversized
sweatshirt and jeans, but it’s only when you squint in the darkness to survey
his face that you realise who he is.