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After Yoongi had finally agreed to talk to Hoseok again, he found himself being dragged out of his dorm by Namjoon.

"Right now?" He protested, trying to yank his wrist out of Namjoon's grasp.

"Yep, you're going to talk to him right now." Namjoon replied, dragging him further down the hall.

Yoongi was pretty intelligent, so he knew that arguing with Namjoon was going to get him absolutely nowhere, so he stumbled after Namjoon with his shorter legs, huffing every now and then.

Since the art classes were held on the other side of the campus, Hoseok's dorm was there as well. It seemed very logical, but Yoongi strongly disliked the walking distance.

The sky was dark, the street lamps illuminating the sidewalk in front of them, and the cold nipping at his nose. It was close to the end of March, and that meant final exams and projects.

"Namjoon-ah." Yoongi groaned. "How much further?"

Namjoon chuckled, a small puff of air exiting his lips. "I knew you wouldn't like the long walk."

"I could be studying for exams right now."

Namjoon nodded, not replying. Yoongi groaned, wrapping his arms around himself.

"And it's cold."

"Stop complaining, we're almost there." Namjoon turned to smile at Yoongi, who frowned in return.

The street was wet from when it had rained earlier that day, and the campus was pretty much silent. No one was throwing a party, there wasn't a drunk student streaking across the grass, and the dorms seemed eerily quiet.

And for the first time since freshmen orientation, Yoongi actually liked it.

They neared the set of buildings near the main theatre building, which was in the center of all the classes art majors attended.

That also meant they were nearing Hoseok's dorm, and suddenly Yoongi felt unbelievably nervous. He felt butterflies in his stomach, and his palms began to get a bit sweaty.

Your brain, assuming you're in danger, triggers the release of adrenaline. This causes your heart to beat faster and your blood pressure to rise, giving your muscles better circulation. All the blood that is rushing to your lungs and muscles is being pulled away from other places - like your stomach. This results in a fluttery feeling, typically labeled as 'butterflies'.

Why is this associated with love? love triggers a spot in your brain, the medial insula, that is associated with the perception of pain and gut feelings.

"Can you stop muttering medical bullshit under your breath? You're freaking me out."

Yoongi hadn't realized that he was telling himself the reason he was feeling nervous to finally see Hoseok, perhaps it was just a habit.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

They entered one of the dorm buildings, and began to climb a flight of stairs that led to the second floor. The carpet looked discolored, and random splatters of paint, and who knows what else, decorating the walls.

There were a couple of bulbs that needed changing, and many of the doors needed repainting. Yoongi could tell that this building housed art students.

"Here we are." Namjoon whispered, not wanting to disturb the silence. They stood in front of a door, with the numbers crooked, and a big splotch of blue paint in the top right corner.

"Go ahead, knock."

Yoongi swallowed, and shook his head.

"No, I can't do this."

"Yes you can, Yoongi. Now shut the fuck up, and knock."

"What if he doesn't want to see me?"

"Oh believe me," Namjoon chuckled, "he does."

Yoongi stepped forward, raising his closed fist, and letting it fall against the wood of the door.

He heard some shuffling coming from inside the room, and then someone shout out as they fell over something.

Then, the door swung open, and in front of Yoongi stood a dismayed Hoseok. His hair was a mess, and he was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a white shirt, that were covered in all sorts of colors.

"Yoongi-hyung?" He seemed unbelievably confused, still standing in the door frame as Yoongi also stared at him in disbelief.

"Hoseok, hi." Yoongi managed to reply.

Namjoon had managed to sneak out while Yoongi was internally panicking, so now he was left alone with Hoseok.

Hoseok smiled, rushing forward to hug Yoongi. Yoongi stumbled back in surprise, pausing before hugging him back.

"Hey."




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