It was freshmen orientation day at Seoul University, and Yoongi was already hating every minute of it.

It wasn't exactly his fault that he was a full blown pessimist. He came out of the womb, being awaken from his peaceful slumber by bright lights and loud noises, and somehow immediately knew that the world was a shit place.

Again, not his fault.

And here he was, at the university, being lectured by professors and older students, on what courses to take first, how to use money wisely, and how to survive overall inside the large campus.

It was also the day he met Jung Hoseok, an art major.

"Hello there! I am Jung Hoseok, your hope!" Hoseok greeted Yoongi with a bright smile, and an outstretched hand.

Hoseok was the optimist Yoongi never wanted to meet, yet here he was, shaking hands with a complete idiot.

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi." He grumbled, tugging his hand out of Hoseok's tight grip.

"Nice to meet you!" Hoseok replied, still smiling. Yoongi grinned back, and made up some excuse about having to talk to a professor.

As Yoongi retreated from Hoseok as quickly as he could, he knew that his college life wasn't going to be as peaceful as he had thought.

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About two weeks into the first semester, as Yoongi was hurrying to class, he heard a familiar voice shout his name.

"Yoongi! Yoon-Yoon!"

Yoongi turned around, seeing Hoseok running towards him with a smile on his face.

"Yoon-Yoon? Really?" Yoongi asked as Hoseok approached him, still horrified at Hoseok's chosen nickname for him.

"Yep. It took me ages to find out what you're majoring in, but Namjoon told me!" Hoseok seemed really happy, and it was starting to annoy Yoongi.

"Oh, did he."

"Yeah! He told me you were a medical student, which really surprised me." Hoseok slung his arm around Yoongi's shoulders.

"What are you majoring in then, Hoseok?" Yoongi asked sarcastically, trying his best to avoid Hoseok's gaze.

"Art and music! I want to become a great artist someday, and it doesn't matter if I'm a music artist, or even a painter!"

"Mmhm. I'm sure."

Hoseok laughed out loud. "I knew that you would understand, Yoon-Yoon."

"Never call me that again."

Hoseok shrugged. "Okay!"

They continued walking towards the medical wing, and once they reached the front doors of the first building, Hoseok and Yoongi parted ways.

"See you tomorrow, Yoongi!" Hoseok called out, waving.

"Sure, whatever." Yoongi mumbled under his breath. Hoseok was annoying as hell, and Yoongi was just trying to get through the first semester without knifing someone.

Hoseok was proving it to be very hard.

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First semester passed, and then the first year passed. Hoseok always found a way to join Yoongi as he walked to his first class, and from the first day, Yoongi hated Hoseok.

He was too cheerful for Yoongi's taste, and Yoongi had better things to focus on then Hoseok's happy, easy going attitude.

"I am your hope!"

"I am always here for you, hyung!"

"Yoon-Yoon!"

Yoongi could feel himself slowly going crazy, with the stress of exams, student loans, and Hoseok constantly breathing down his neck.

Yoongi just wanted it to stop. He wanted to get through the remainder of his time at Seoul University, with little to no distractions.

His father wanted him to become a worldwide famous doctor. He held Yoongi to nothing more, and nothing less.

So yes, it proved to be very difficult to constantly stay at the top of his class, while learning all the material he needed to become the greatest doctor.

Hoseok was just focused on creating new music and throwing paint onto a blank canvas. He didn't have the stress of becoming the 'best', and he certainly didn't have any actual goals to work towards.

"I just go with the flow, hyung! Stress would really fuck me up."

Maybe that's why he was always happy. It still annoyed the shit out of Yoongi.

Then one day, Yoongi snapped.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Yoongi cried out, turning around to face Hoseok as they walked to Yoongi's first class.

"I can't deal with you anymore! I have to focus on my work, and as harsh as it may sound, I can't deal with your shit anymore!" Yoongi sounded as if he was pleading with Hoseok to leave him alone, and he kind of was.

"I'm sorry." Hoseok replied, looking down at the ground in shame. "You could've told me earlier, and I would've left you alone."

Yoongi saw how hurt Hoseok was, and all the hateful words that had just left his mouth, hung there in the air.

Hoseok didn't say anything else, and neither did Yoongi, signalling the end of their conversation. Then, the bell rang throughout campus, causing students to scatter in everything direction.

"I'll see you around hyung." Hoseok mumbled, turning around and walking away.

Yoongi wanted to call out to Hoseok, to take back everything he just said, and apologize. But the logical, pessimist doctor inside of him told Yoongi that it was for the best.

Sometimes you just had to tell people to fuck off.

Later that night.

As Yoongi was bent over his desk, finishing the last of his projects that were due at the end of the last semester, he heard a soft knock on his dorm door.

Yoongi rubbed at his eyes, shuffling over to the door, and slowly opened it.

And no one was there.

"What the hell..." Yoongi mumbled, looking down the hallway to see if anyone was there, but again, no one was there.

Yoongi glanced down at the carpeted floor, seeing a paint canvas wrapped up in white paper.

Hoseok.

He lifted up the canvas, surprised at it's light weight, and brought it inside his dorm.

Yoongi tore open the paper, careful not to damage the painting in any way, and was surprised to find an unfinished painting on it.

It showed a woman, with long brown hair, against a grey background, and flowers adorning her outfit. Yoongi was transfixed at how beautiful it looked. He couldn't find any flaws, except for one.

It wasn't finished.

Sections of her hair were unpainted, letting the grey background through, her limbs completely unpainted as well, and the flowers stopping at certain points.

And on the bottom left corner, was a little message in black ink. Yoongi squinted to read it, seeing as the text itself was very small, and smiled to himself.

He placed it up against one of his bare, white walls, unaware that it was the first paintings he would receive from Hoseok.

You look beautiful when you smile.
-your hope.

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painting is in the media bar