"(Y/N)!" 

I turned to see who was calling my name. I saw Yoongi. "Hey." I said tiredly. 

"Don't worry, I brought coffee." He said, handing me a coffee from his paper cup holder. We have the same minor, so we have the same 3:00-6:30 class. "I'm hung over again." he told me. 

"Again?" I asked. He got drunk a lot last year, and his resolution was to stop drinking so much. "Damn, you better slow down. This could stunt your growth!" I told him, ruffing his hair. Yeah, I was pretty short, but so was he. 

"Eff you." He said, putting his sunglasses on. 

"I'd eff me too." I said smiling. I wondered when he was going to ask about-

"I heard you and Hobi are like a thing now?" And there it is. He asked about me and Hobi. The problem, I don't know what we are. I mean, we held hands and admitted we liked each other like 12 year olds, but it was a one time thing. "What's that all about?" 

I shrugged, acting totally casual. "I mean, we just said we liked each other and he held my hand, but it was nothing." I took a sip of my coffee. Ahh, Yoongi knows me so well. Mint anything is my go-to.

He snickered. "You said you 'liked' each other? How old are you guys, anyways? Like 14?" He continued to snicker as we made our way to the quad. The quad buzzed with students, some like what we were going to to, studying, and others, well, not so much. There were students laughing, and there were a few hippies playing guitar by the fountain. Me and Yoongi sat on the other side of the fountain, where nobody was, and pulled out our books. 

"Whats wrong with acting like a 14 year old?" I ask him. "What was i supposed to say, 'oppa, sarangae.' Like, I'm not a crazy person that's gonna say 'I love you' before 'I like you." I flipped through a few pages and found my notes on producing music, the class I shared with Yoongi. 

"No, but you could have told him 'I have feelings for you" He rolled his eyes, not looking up from his notes. "Pop quiz, What's the difference between a producer and a composer?" 

"A producer organizes music whereas the composer writes the piece of music." I rolled my eyes. "Elementary." I told him. This quiz thing went back and forth for about 15 minutes. I noticed a couple came and sat on our side of the fountain. They were making out. And I mean, this wasn't any Disney Chanel shit, nah this was more like Fifty Shades. 

"God, would you stop dryhumping?" Yoongi snapped at them after about a minute or so. 

"It's public domain!" The girl said. 

"It also a human decency violation." I snapped back. "Can you guys please just go somewhere, anywhere else?" They scoffed and left, staring us down as they passed us. 

About a minute of looking through our notes again when Yoongi smirked. "That couple back there..."

"Oh god." I pressed my palm to my forehead. "Don't tell me you liked that!"

He leaned back from me, making a face. "Oh god, no, you sicko! I was gonna say...That couple will be you and Hobi soon if you keep up this act." He said. 

I did the same. "We only held hands!" 

"It starts out as holding hands, then you share your first kiss, then you two are suffocating under the sheets and soon you are pregnant with children, then you watch you kids grow up and then you die in each others arms!" 

I smiled. "You need to stop jumping to conclusions." 

But for some reason, part of me wanted that to happen.