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22:39; I see the way you look at me, hyung.
Yoongi's world stands still, and in that moment, he wants nothing more than to wring Jimin's neck. It's Jeongguk, it has to be Jeongguk, who else would it be? Yoongi knows many dancers--unfortunately Jimin's one of them--but there's only one that he's on close terms with, and whose number he doesn't have.
Jeongguk. It's Jeongguk. It's fucking Jeongguk.
(OR: Jeongguk's a contemporary dancer, and Yoongi is his academy's pianist).
“What did you say your name was?” says Yoongi, after an eternity of awkward silence.
“Jeongguk,” says Jeongguk. “Um. My name is Jeon Jeongguk. I’m a freshman.”
“Oh,” says Yoongi. “Fucking hell.”
(In which Jeon Jeongguk goes to college, makes some friends, and learns he’s got a lot of growing to do.)
Min Yoongi is the student TA for Digital Mix Techniques 201, aka Jeongguk's eight a.m. this semester, aka his thrice-weekly reminder that he is, in fact, gay.
That's how it starts.
the truth of it all is that yoongi is inexplicably lonely.
yoongi didn’t need to break his heart; jungkook did it all on his own.