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“Veritas lux mea,” Yoongi muttered under his breath, staring at the words engraved on the entrance of Seoul National University.
Today was the guy’s first day and he was waiting for his friend, who had to arrive shortly. The youngster always came earlier than the set time and he never was too sure why it was that way. Just a habit, perhaps? Yoongi sighed, mild wind messing with his slicked back brown hair. He liked it this way for it was probably the simplest way to have the perfect no-muss-no-fuss hairstyle. Plus, a little hair gel was all he needed whenever he felt too lazy to play around with his hair in the mornings, which happened very very often.
Rather than being nervous, he was growing impatient. The young guy was not even sure anymore why he was in such situation. The friend that he was waiting for couldn’t have ever been called a real ‘friend.’ The only reason why Yoongi ever agreed to wait for the other at the entrance on the first day of university was because they graduated from the same high school and had been classmates since the first grade. Ever since they were little, those two didn’t get along. They liked similar music, same things got their interest and the fate seemed to play with them, constantly putting both students in the same class or having them do a project together, yet the mutual preference to stay away from each other was evident. Most likely, they were too similar and saw all the flaws in each other, so actually being fond of one another seemed impossible. At least that’s what the waiting male thought sometimes.
“Hey-yo!” the male annoyed male finally heard familiar voice that was grating his ears.
“Finally! Let’s hurry, Hoseok,” the man encouraged the other not to waist time and motioned for him to follow.
“Well, you know, not all of us own a car,” the newcomer explained himself and added, trying to regain his steady breathing, “Anyways, I still can’t believe we enrolled in the same program.”
“I can’t comprehend that either! Back in high school, we didn’t even talk about what we’d like to study. And yet, here we are, still in the same city, same district, same university, and same study program!”
“Guess we’re destined to accomplish something together,” Hoseok threw a snarky comment.
The brunet just scoffed, before entering the auditorium which was already full of freshmen. The two new students stepped into the enormous room and settled on the closest vacant seats. First half of the gathering was so boring, it seemed as a complete waste of time. Yoongi felt like falling asleep as the university’s officials were introduced and gave way too long speeches about new page of student’s lives and whatnot. The part about library and cafeteria caught the slightly swaying man’s attention for he thought he’d see those two places a lot. When the second hour of endless talking and clapping reached its end, it was time for students to meet their group’s tutor. Yoongi and Hoseok quickly stood up and approached the woman from Linguistics Department, responsible for freshmen of English Language and Literature study program.
“So, dear students, shall we all get to know each other? Since you’ll spend a lot of time together starting from today,” the tutor said after the small bunch of youngsters followed her out of the big room to a much smaller one.
Yoongi grunted, he was never a huge fan of introducing himself to strangers, let alone playing some silly game in the process. The woman made thirty-six or fourty, Yoongi wasn’t too sure about the exact number, linguists-to-be stand in a circle and introduce themselves by stating their first name and telling something they like, which would start from the same letter as their name.
“Hi, my name is Hoseok and I like hiking,” fortunately or not, the tutor started from the side where the friends stood.
“I’m Yoongi and I like… yodeling?” the brunet questioned even himself, but was glad that students didn’t pick up on the nonsense he blurted out and kept the circle going.
“Seriously? Yodeling?” Hoseok giggled silently, leaning to quickly whisper into the other’s ear.
The guy kept his mouth shut, hoping his cheeks didn’t turn few shades pinker. Some people were already giving him looks, but he soon figured out it was because of his attire. Which was flawless and fabulous, by the way. Shiny leather shoes were comfortable, black trousers hugged his legs perfectly, grey shirt with yellow blue dots decorated him outstandingly and three rings on his long fingers shone brightly. Yoongi was nothing but proud of the way he looked. However, that didn’t help him to focus on people talking and introducing themselves. But when the turn came to one particular guy, his mind became sharp.
“Hello everyone, I’m Namjoon and what I like are naps.”
Yoongi attentively looked at the guy who just spoke. His tone was gravelly, but it intrigued the other. Blond angular fringe was on top of that guy’s head, with sides tapered, making it look like a really strange undercut. The tall man was standing in red converse shoes, wrapped in pants the colour of sand and blue hoodie, with random red capital letters making ‘POLO.’ He was grinning widely and his eyes were beaming brightly. The brunet on the other side of the circle had no idea how a guy who looked like a homeless person got into university.
“Is he a hobo or something?” Yoongi whispered to his friend, motioning to the man he was talking about.
“Looks normal to me, you’re just too much of a fashionista,” Hoseok replied, “That one seems more just like a wannabe-rapper.”
The stylish guy didn’t say more and kept quiet for the rest of the time. The tutor kept everybody for a solid hour, she was eager to explain everything that was still left unsaid in the first meeting and let everyone go only after reminding the timetable for tomorrow. The brunet was fast to bid goodbye to Hoseok and throw one last glance at the strangely-dressed guy before leaving the building and rushing to his car. He heard his friend shouting something to him, probably asking to give a ride, but he didn’t care.
Yoongi reached his beloved home in the heart of Gangnam. Leaving the car in the garage, he entered the massive house and changed into slippers. The guy greeted his mother, who was sketching some new designs for jeans in her office. His father was still at work, chirping with well-off clients who entrusted him to fix their hair. The brunet headed to his room upstairs and shut the door tightly. Fishing out a big box, hidden under the bed, he opened it and took out its contents. He looked at it as a wide smile decorated his face and plopped on his bed, waiting for the night to come sooner. He couldn’t wait to see his new groupmate’s face later in the evening. Yoongi couldn’t believe that he was going to study together with the hobo-looking rapper.
Meanwhile, Namjoon, the guy who Yoongi thought to be a hobo, took a train to Ilsan, which the same brunet would most likely call suburbs of the capital. After more than an hour which felt like half a day, the blond finally reached his home. His both parents were still at work, so he quietly entered the building, leaving shoes at the door and changing into comfortable slippers. The guy went to the kitchen and made himself some instant noodles. He was a terrible cook, but he needed to fill his stomach for he had a rap gig in the evening. Namjoon wasn’t a famous artist yet, but he was running towards his goal. He loved hip-hop and he enjoyed spitting rhymes, too. He had trouble expressing his thoughts through his rap sometimes, thus he wasn’t crowd’s favourite. However, from time to time he heard people shouting his stage name Rap Monster and screaming whenever he’d come up the stage and that was enough for now.
There’s a long long way for Namjoon to reach the desired fame, but at the moment he had one particular mountain to overstep. His target was the underground rapper Suga. The one who could diss anybody in a split second and completely slay anytime. And the one who always hid under a mask, which intrigued the blond even more.