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1:36 AM
Yoongi knew he was fucked the moment his eyes flit to the clock. A large groan escaped him as he shoved his hands into hair and closed his eyes. Placing his head on the desk, he groaned once again. Who was he to leave his term paper until the very last minute?
“Student card, please.” The security guard grunts, his hand out looking at Yoongi expectantly, with dead eyes -- clearly a sign of a man who is regretting his decision to work the overnight library hours. Yoongi only snorts and reaches into his hoodie pocket to hand the security guard his student card. The security guard has the audacity to double-check the ID as if Yoongi didn’t match the pale, frowning face on the card. With one last look, the security guard hands Yoongi back his student card, as Yoongi accepts it and places it back in his pocket with an eye roll.
“Why did I even take this course in the first place…” Yoongi mumbles under his breath. He looks up expectantly at the screen.
Min Yoongi
1009450532
HMU386
An Analysis of Eliot Bates “The Social Life of Musical Instruments”
The study of ethnomusicology derives from the cultural and social aspects of the performers in the field of music. The discipline incorporates a wide range of areas that encourage performance values and often overlap with related disciplines, such as composition, theory and historical musicology.
Yoongi stares at the open Google Doc as it glares right back at him. He frowns at the writing. As a third-year in a composition major at the National Collegiate School of Music, he shouldn’t be writing an essay about ‘the social life of musical instruments.’ Due to a last minute change in his timetable, one of his prerequisites conflicted with another prerequisite. After countless trips to the registrars office, his only hope was to take one prerequisite this semester and plan on doing summer school. The registrater offered him to take HMU386 as it was deemed by his peers as a ‘bird course’ and ‘you’re so hard-working Mr. Min, I’m sure it won’t be a struggle for you.’ As someone who didn’t know jack shit about ethnomusicology, this is a ‘bird course’ Yoongi’s ass.
With a huff, Yoongi glances at the time on the top-right corner of his laptop once again.
1:43 AM
Yoongi flinches at the time, he really didn’t mean to spend so much time at the library overnight, but his lack of progress isn’t giving him a reason to go home to his apartment. With a sigh, Yoongi plugs his AirPods back in and gets to work.
“Shooky shooky, shooky shooky. Shooky shooky, milky shooky”
The loud ringtone in Yoongi’s ears startles him and reaches into his backpack for his phone. Glancing at the lockscreen, it reads minnie . Knowing it’s so late at night, he frowns. Why on earth would Jimin be calling him this late at night?
“Hello? Jimin?” Yoongi says, maybe a little too loudly, given by the glare another poor, unfortunate soul who’s also slaving away in this library gives him.
“...mmm… Yoongi? Where are you?” Jimin rasps, sleep is evident in his voice.
“I’m still at the library. What are you doing up? You should get some sleep.” Yoongi mumbles, placing his phone back down on the desk, looking at the incomplete essay in front of him. He pulls his hood up as a shield from others hearing his voice. He knows its useless, but it makes him feel a little better.
“About that… Tae and I had a movie night and we both just woke up on the couch. Tae’s going to stay the night because he’s too lazy to leave, but I just moved to my bed.” Jimin muttered, a yawn escaping him at the end of his sentence.
“Go back to sleep, Jiminie.” Yoongi chided. His boyfriend was not a morning person and losing even one hour of sleep will have him throwing fits for the rest of the day.
“I can’t sleep because I know you’re not home!” Jimin scoffed. “Did you drink too much coffee again, hyung? I am so worried about your health.”
“I know, I know,” Yoongi huffs. “I just need to finish this essay before 10am.”
“You got this babe, I believe in you. What are you writing about?”
“Ethnomusicology, something about the social lives of musical instruments, which I wasn’t even sure was a thing before this class,” Yoongi began typing again, trying to piece together more sentences that were hopefully coherent.
“How many more words?” Jimin asked.
“I think I’m currently at 1200… should be close to done soon. Don’t worry, I’ll be sleeping soon hopefully. You should go back to sleep, I don’t want you to be cranky in the morning.” Yoongi teased, his smirk evident on his lips, fully knowing the jab at his boyfriend will rile him up into not sleeping.
“Cranky? I’m not cranky,” Jimin insisted, “I’ll just stay on the phone with you while you work, I just want to hear you, is that okay?”
“Yes, if that’s what you want, Jiminie. Don’t fall asleep on me, okay?” Yoongi chuckled, as he heard a faint “ aish! ” come from the phone.
“I won’t hyung, I’m your number one cheerleader. You go, hyung. You write that essay!” Jimin sleepily cheered, the tiredness settling into his antics.
“Thank you, Jimin-ah.”
“Love you, hyung”
Yoongi smiles and continues to write his forsaken essay.
Jimin’s continued to stay on the line with Yoongi despite the lack of conversation being held. Occasionally, Jimin would sleepily cheer Yoongi on, asking him whether he was done. Yoongi would always reply, soon, but not yet.
Every kind message that Jimin gave Yoongi mini flutters in his chest.
“I love you, hyung.”
“This essay doesn’t mean everything, but I know you love to put your heart and soul into everything.”
“You are so magical with words, you will do a great job.”
“This class doesn’t appreciate having the magical Min Yoongi in their presence.”
What really gave Yoongi the motivation to complete his essay was Jimin’s most recent comment.
“Finish your essay, please hyung. I want cuddles.”
The pout was so evident in his voice and it hit the bullseye-- straight into Yoongi’s heart. After his heart fluttered softly, he finally changed gears and continued to write this essay with a new goal in mind.
“Don’t worry Jiminie, hyung will come to cuddle soon.”
Min Yoongi submitted HMU386 TERM PAPER on Mar 25 at 2:55 am.
With a large sigh, Yoongi rubbed his eyes and shut his laptop. Finally, he has reached freedom.
“Jimin-ah! I’m finally done!” Yoongi exclaims. He quickly cringes, afraid of his earlier companion who gave him an ugly glare earlier. Fortunately, the other night dweller in the library has disappeared. However, the security guard at his post does raise an eyebrow at him. Yoongi sheepishly waves and continues packing up his belongings.
“Jiminie, are you sleeping?” Yoongi asks, not expecting a response. However, he does get a response in the form of a soft snore coming from the other end. With a grin, Yoongi quickly shoves his arms into his jacket and runs to Jimin’s apartment.
Yoongi exits the library and walks at a brisk speed to reach his boyfriend’s apartment. He cringes at missing the pedestrian walk sign at the intersection before realizing it is 3 am in the morning and there are no cars driving. After double-checking, Yoongi jogs across the street and continues his walk to Jimin’s apartment.
Reaching the apartment complex, Yoongi slings his backpack over to reach for Jimin’s spare key. After unlocking the door, Yoongi heads to the elevators and presses the up button, impatiently waiting. He glares at the three elevators, all of which are apparently not coming down to the lobby. Yoongi eagerly jabs the button until the elevator decides to descend to the ground floor. Subsequently, one agonizing minute later, the elevator arrives and Yoongi continues to jab the button to the 12th floor. Fortunately, the elevator ride is shorter than the elevator wait, as before he knows it, he arrives at Jimin’s door. Taking the keys from his pocket, he unlocks the door and takes off his shoes in the foyer. He places his keys in Jimin’s key bowl and locks the apartment door.
He opens the door to Jimin’s bedroom and smiles at the sight before him. There lays his sweet boyfriend clutching his phone like a lifeline, sleeping on top of the covers. Yoongi discards his backpack and outerwear onto Jimin’s desk chair. Yoongi rummages through Jimin’s dresser to find the clothes that Jimin had stolen from him and changes into an old shirt and sweatpants.
Yoongi leans over Jimin and grabs his phone. He plugs the phone in to charge, smiling at the lock screen as it lights up. It’s a selfie of him and Jimin on their most recent date last week. He may be whipped, but he’s happy and in love. He reaches towards the end of the bed, grabbing Jimin’s comforter and placing it on top of his sleeping partner. Yoongi tucks in Jimin so delicately, in case he wakes up. Afterwards, Yoongi slides in next to Jimin and smiles.
“Hyung? Is that you?” Jimin breathed, his speech muffled by his face in the pillow.
“Yes, it’s me Jimin-ah. Go back to sleep, I’m here.” Yoongi grins, as Jimin starts reaching for him eagerly.
Jimin’s arms reach for Yoongi’s body. Yoongi chuckles and pulls Jimin forward. Yoongi repositions himself to lay on his back, so he can tuck in Jimin on his side. Jimin sighs contentedly into Yoongi’s neck and intertwines his right leg with Yoongi’s, nestling into the right side of Yoongi’s body.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep hyung, I wanted to stay up for you,” Jimin mumbles, soft wrinkles creasing his forehead, an endearing sight to Yoongi.
“I love you too, Jiminie. It’s okay, you didn’t have to stay awake for me.” Yoongi tilts his head, nestling Jimin closer to his body, even if that wasn’t anymore possible.
“I’ll always be your cheerleader, hyung. I’m your favourite dongsaeng.” Jimin joked.
“Sleep, Jimin,” Yoongi grumbles, not that he disagrees, but he won’t say that to Jimin. At least not right now.
Jimin chuckles sleepily before placing his arm over Yoongi’s chest and finally falling back into sleep. As Yoongi closes his eyes, he feels all his stress his prior paper had given him, fly away from his body. In this bed cuddling with his boyfriend, he feels weightless and free. As long as Jimin was by his side, Yoongi felt like he could do anything. Yoongi falls asleep with a small smile on his face.
Indeed, Jimin will always be his cheerleader. Forever.