Disclaimer: i do not own Yoongi or any of the other characters in this fic

Chapter 1

Yoongi pushed the building door open hard with his hip rather than his hand because he was a little too busy to do so, both hands full with his satchel as he attempted to shove his notebook inside. It was quite the struggle and he wasn't really sure if he was going to win this war or lose it, but judging by the fact the book was mostly certainly not going inside it seemed like a defeat. He couldn't believe it, that he was getting into a tussle with a book and a bag of such a momentous proportion.

"C'mon, seriously," he muttered as he stepped through the doorway, shuffling out the way just to make sure that he wasn't blocking the way for other students. "You fit in there this morning so why the fuck don't you fit in there no- ah!"

Yoongi managed to shove the notebook inside again, the fit snug, and he actually let his breath out in a sigh of relief. As he secured the flap back down he glanced up to see a small grouping of students leaving and going down the building steps, notebooks or tablets hugged against chests because they had been smart and hadn't brought a satchel filled with shit with them to class. Well, it wasn't like he had done it on purpose. His fingers slipped along the metal clasp and so he looked down to secure it, chin brushing against the padded ear covers of his headphones as he did. He slipped the clasp into the fastener and heard a nice little clicking sound as the satchel bag closed.

"Thank fuck," he said as he glanced across the campus for a moment. He saw a dozen or so students moving around at this hour but not many, for most would likely be in their classes still or even enjoying their free weekend but not him. No, the only reason he was stepping out of the media department at this early Saturday afternoon hour was because their lecturer had dismissed them off to do more work on their contextual studies. That meant that he still had work to do, he was just granted the freedom to not do so in the photography lab with the rest of the students and his lecturer breathing down his neck.

The current early spring weather was rather pleasant in the early afternoon, just a slight breeze disturbing his black hair but not chilling his cheeks like it had been just a couple of weeks ago. Soon the spring would be in full swing, mild warmth settling in that would just increase in degrees until the summer came around and made it sweltering hot. He was not looking forward to that, to sitting in one of the leather seats in the music lab with the computer on blasting warm air at him...but at least there was air-conditioning inside. He might just survive the summer at this rate. He was on his way down the front steps when he felt his phone vibrating in his jeans pocket and so Yoongi pulled it free, awkwardly shrugging his satchel up more comfortably onto his shoulder as he did. A quick glance at the screen showed that he had a message from his friend and he slid his thumb across to quickly unlock the device and read the full message.

Seokseok: U free right now? Kinda need u

Yoongi stopped at the bottom of the steps, staring at the screen rather dumbly. What did that mean exactly? When Hoseok said that he needed him it could apply to a great many things and he would be here all day just trying to figure out what the message meant. He wasn't exactly certain but he typed a reply with his thumb, telling him that he was currently free for maybe an hour. He thought that he could spare that amount before he needed to get to his music room so he could update his files. He waited for a minute, waiting to see if he would reply and Hoseok did so, quick and to the point.

Seokseok: Performance hall, technical issues, be a true friend yeah? :)

Yoongi sighed as he called him, lifting his phone to his ear so that he could listen to the dial tone. He only had to listen to two such sounds before his friend answered the call, a static burst sounding down the line until he heard his voice saying "hey?"

"The fuck does 'technical issues' mean?" Yoongi asked without hesitation, hearing his friend snorting at rather brusque words. Not even a hello, Hoseok knew him well enough at this point to expect anything else.

"It means major issues with the sound system that's completely fucked up rehearsals," Hoseok explained, also deciding to be straight to the point to save trouble. " I know you finished your class a couple of minutes ago so you're not busy and-"

"I've gotta go to the music room and update files," Yoongi spoke over him in a contradictory manner, "Y'know I only have Sundays free and I've still got a bunch of shit to do today, like work on my final contextual study so I can finish that fucking assignment and-"

"And you have Sunday to do that," his friend interrupted expertly, catching him by surprise with his sharp tongue. "So there's nothing stopping you from stopping by for a few minutes to just fix this problem, yeah? "

"Hoseok, ain't there like a whole month until performance night?" he asked as he scuffed his boot on the ground and reached up to start tugging at his headphone cable. He snagged the length of coated wire between his fingers, loosely wrapping it around in a fidgety manner.

"Roughly, but there's still rehearsal nights to go through the whole thing," his friend argued. "So we need to start getting used to the stage or...something."

It was clear that Hoseok didn't really have the most valid reason behind wanting him to go to the performance hall to fix the faulty sound system, but he had an idea about what might just be up.

"...Which one of you started messing with the sound system, huh?" Yoongi asked as he stopped playing with his headphone cable. At the question Hoseok staunchly denied that it was him but he didn't claim that no one had touched it. That meant that one of the other students had. "Just call a staff member or something; they'll fix it for you."

"We don't want to contact anyone in case they start chewing on our asses over it," Hoseok said, and Yoongi rolled his eyes across the grounds with a heavy sigh. "Maybe Jungkook might have messed something up trying to fix it before, and if we actually get a staff member to check it out they'll be pissed that we messed with it."

"Hoseok, how old are you again?'

"Old enough to drink but still too young to handle being yelled at without crying," his friend retorted, making him snort involuntary laughter as he did. Yoongi was trying to act annoyed right now, and laughing at his witty remarks wasn't going to get that point across. "Look, you'll probably fix it in like five minutes, OK? And then I owe you a massive favour, I'll forever be in your debt. "

"Still living up to the Seokseok title I see?" he joked as he looked up and tracked a group of students way across campus. They were all wearing black clothing and he realised that they had probably just come from the performance hall. "Gimme a minute-"

Hoseok let out a rather shrill sound at this, forcing him to pull the phone away from his ear with a flinch. "Gimme a minute and don't touch the fucking system!"

There were several buildings on the campus grounds that stretched across the grounds, from the department of performance to the department of media. But there were other buildings too, ones that contained practice rooms for arts students and labs for the more technical subjects like photography, applied music and visual arts. Yoongi often had to go between most of the buildings over the duration of the week, spending five days mostly in the music rooms and lab and one day a week in the media room. As a result he knew the layout of the university off by heart, and during his sophomore year he would be able to guide freshmen around with ease should they require assistance. So he just fixed his satchel back up onto his shoulder and started walking across the path in the direction of the performance hall, sighing heavily under his breath as he did.

Hoseok had been rather set on his major, going straight for dance rather than dabbling between subjects, and Yoongi wished that he had been able to make his mind up too. Even Seokjin had been adamant about enrolling on his acting major, but at least Namjoon had went down the same route as him and had went for a major in applied music and a minor in creative writing. He could always rely on his old friend to have his back, even when that meant that they were both juggling two subjects and more often than not stressed out of their goddamn minds. The curse of indecisiveness. That was why Yoongi was spending his Saturday rushing from department to department to try and ensure that he had everything he needed to spend the rest of the day and most of his Sunday working away on compositions and an assignment for his contextual studies.

Oh god, he literally couldn't wait for the spring break to hurry up and happen just so he could sleep in on his first Sunday in months.

Yoongi walked across the main path to cross the campus, heading in the direction of the performance hall that was close to the entrance gates for convenience. The building was a rather large rectangular building made of brick with no windows and he had actually never gotten much further inside than the small entrance area attached to the front whilst waiting for his friend. When he reached the door he shoved it open and stepped inside to see that Hoseok was waiting for him, leaning against one of the walls with his arms folded across his thin chest. He was dressed pretty much like all of the dance students dressed, head to toe in black: black loose sweatshirt, fitted legging-style bottoms and dance pumps; the ones with the flexible arches and soft soles that Yoongi thought looked incredibly uncomfortable though he didn't know why.

"You actually showed up," his friend remarked, lifting his eyebrows so that large eyes widened considerably and a stray lock of black hair that his white Puma sweatband hadn't brushed back fully shifted.

"Since when've I ever left you hanging?" Yoongi asked in surprise, letting go of the door so that it closed behind him with a soft thudding sound.

"You asshole, I've never done that before ever."

"I can name one example right now, and I have at least a dozen more."

"Name it."

"That double date that one time, back in high school," Hoseok replied without missing a beat, showcasing his rather uncanny habit of memorising shit to use against people. Yoongi briefly wondered what he had against Namjoon before pushing the thought aside. "You left me and two girls hanging for an entire night, you wouldn't answer your phone and-"

"Hey, I told you I didn't wanna do it," he argued. "I had no interest in her sister, man."

"Should have set you up with her brother," his friend stated with a slow head shake. Yoongi could only grin at the joke as he fixed his satchel, the strap rubbing against his deep blue denim shirt. It was a pretty good one, he had to give him that.

"Y'know," he muttered as he eyed the doors that led into the hall. "Just 'cos the break's coming up in a few weeks that don't mean that I've got enough free time to fuck around like this."

"And yet you're here right now," Hoseok remarked as he cocked his head to look at him, lips lifting up at the corners. "So what does that say about you, huh?"

"It says that I'm a fucking pushover," he retorted, hearing his friend snort under his breath. "And also a great friend, so put that on my tombstone when you work me to death and have to bury me."

"You're too much, Min Yoongi," Hoseok said with a smirk. "You would think I asked you to write a dissertation or something, when all I asked was for a single favour."

"Yeah, yeah." He lifted a hand and waved his words off, blowing air out of the corner of his mouth and knocking a lock of hair up onto the air as he did. It settled back down again a second later but he was much too lazy to fix it.

"You had lunch yet?" Hoseok asked as he stopped leaning on the wall, shoving his hand into his sweatshirt front pockets as he did. Yoongi shook his head at the question as he sidestepped away from the door for him. "I'm gonna run the store, you want me to get you something? It's on the house; there might still be dosiraks left."

"Sure," Yoongi said with a nod as he moved to get to the door, turning his head to look over his shoulder at his friend. "If not, grab me kimbap or whatever."

Hoseok gave him an 'OK' sign, thumb and forefinger curled up, and then he stepped out of the entrance area and the door thudded shut behind him. He studied the spot he had been occupying for a few seconds and then he turned back to push the double doors open.