"And then we all just laughed!" a high pitched voice said from afar, laughing merrily and irking every single cell in Yoongi's body.

Yoongi snorted.

Seriously. Park Jimin was so loud. Whenever. Wherever.

What's taking their teacher so long? Could the class just start immediately so he didn't have to hear the annoying voice of this exaggeratedly cheerful boy? It was making Yoongi's head ache.

Really ache.

Ugh.

He was now starting to regret enrolling in this class.

Yoongi took another glance at the direction where Park Jimin was. It's not that he hated the boy, he simply disliked him. Yoongi was not really fond of people swaying their asses as if they owned the damn world.

And Jimin, suffice to say, was an epitome of that.

To put things simply, Jimin was the campus bitch. Yep, that's right. Under those innocent features and cute eyesmile was a smirking little shit. Everybody knew him and everybody was friends with him.

Everybody had also at least cupped the boy's rounded ass.

Except him, of course. Yoongi was not 'everybody'.

He was a known player, and every single student in the university knew it, except for the freshmen. But they would learn it soon anyway. He would seduce anyone that would pique his interest, only to dump them later after the fun was over. Nobody knew how many victims he had, but it was always the pretty boys and the shy girls.

It was quite surprising that no one rejected him yet, because sure as heck he would reject the guy, not that Park Jimin would ever have any interest in him.

But really, it's so suffocating.

Even looking at his smiling face from afar already made Yoongi want to puke. Ugh.

"Where's the damn teacher?" the boy murmured under his breath.

•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•

It was finally lunch and Yoongi was walking along the path at the back of the campus. He intended to find a quiet place so that he could fruitfully finish the song he was writing. He hoped there was no one here.

His phone rang.

"Hello?" Yoongi said, not bothering to see who was calling him.

"Hyung, where are you?" a deep voice spoke. Namjoon, then.

"At the back of the campus, why?"

"I just received a text from Donghae. We have a new gig. Just wondering if you wanted to discuss about it now?"

"Okay. Where are you exactly?"

"At the canteen. Jin is force-feeding me again," the guy muttered at the other end of the line, accompanied by another voice that seemed to say, "You should thank me for this, you ungrateful brat. Not all people have boyfriends as handsome and as talented at cooking as me!"

Yoongi snorted. Of course the couple would fight over such trivial things.

"I'll be there in a minute. Bye." And with that, Yoongi ended the call. He turned around and was about to start walking the long way back from where he had come from when he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He looked up, blinking. There was a huge tree in front of him.

Like, really in front of him.

Which was weird because he had just...walked from there and...

Yoongi blinked. "What in the name of shitty shit among shittitatedly shitness is this?!" he murmured under his breath, irritated.

He regarded the strange tree with a scowl before remembering that he needed to meet Namjoon. And so, with a tired sigh at knowing he needed to take the long and sorrowful path around the tree (which was not really that long, he was just lazy), he walked away. He did not give any single shit about the tree anymore.

However...

"Yoongi..."

Yoongi turned with a frown. Did somebody just call his name? The older boy raised one scrutinizing eyebrow at the tree that he was now facing again. There was nobody else around.

Turning around to continue on his track, Yoongi stopped short when he heard the voice again. Quite louder this time.

"Yoongi..."

He sighed and turned back. Yoongi was supposed to shout 'fuck off' when he noticed something really, really strange.

The huge tree was not there anymore. No trace of it at all. It was just...ground, like what it used to be before the tree suddenly popped out of nowhere.

Yoongi was now very, very confused. He was pretty sure that he had not taken illegal drugs or smoked weed. He couldn't be just imagining these things.

Maybe it was a dream?

His phone buzzed again, reminding Yoongi that nope, despite how life sucked, it definitely wasn't a dream.

It was a text from Namjoon asking him where the heck he was and why it was taking him so long. Taking one last judgmental glance at the empty spot, Yoongi turned again, determined not to waste his time in any of this crazy shit.

However, when he turned...

"Min Yoongi!"

The boy whipped around again with a plastered glare on his face, determined to tell this person to fuck off, whoever he or she was. His plastered glare melted into a shocked expression though, his jawdropping to the floor.

Right in front of him, dressed in a really odd glittery all-green suit, was a brightly smiling boy.

It's...a leprechaun.

"The heck! I'm not a leprechaun, child!" the mysterious stranger shouted indignantly.

Yoongi blinked. Shit. Did he just read what was in Yoongi's mind?

"Well, reading minds is one of my powers. But really, that's not that important," the boy said, waving his hand in dismissal. He then regarded Yoongi with a meaningful look. The pale boy was torn between raising both eyebrows in question or scowling. "I'm here for a more important reason."

"I'm just imagining things..." Yoongi whispered to himself as he blinked his eyes a few more times.

It was either the exams finally got unto him and he had somehow ended up insane or he was just dreaming.

Because really, how was it possible in real life for a leprechaun to suddenly appear out of nowhere?

"Aiiiish!" the suspected leprechaun whined as he stomped his feet around. "I already told you. I'm not a leprechaun!"

Damn, was the last thing in Yoongi's mind before he turned tail, intending to run away from that place as fast as possible. The problem was, he suddenly found himself frozen in place, unable to move.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Come on, will you at least listen? Why is it so hard for you to understand that I need to tell you something. Tsk, such a stubborn boy."

Yoongi who had his back turned to the mysterious boy, almost screamed in shock when the said mysterious boy suddenly popped up in front of him. Yoongi blinked his wide eyes.

"By the way, I'm Hoseok, but my friends call me Hobi Hobi," he cheerfully said with his annoying and equally cheerful voice.

Hoseok, or Hobi whatever, snapped his finger and Yoongi felt his body able to move again. He lost his balance and almost fell. Gaining his balance and patting invisible dusts from his pants, he glared at the boy in front of him.

"What do you need?" he spat out. He was not frightened anymore, he was just utterly pissed to the core.

Hoseok laughed. "Oh come on, don't be angry. You see, the reason why I'm here is because things are not going well with you and your soulmate. From the data I checked in my email, you and Park Jimin should be all lovey-dovey by now, or a few months ago. You're past the deadline already."

Yoongi confirmed it. This man was obviously crazy.

Really crazy.

Because firstly, this era was already past all that soulmate shit. Nobody believed in that anymore except for weird and desperate hopeless romantic pips. Secondly, he said Park Jimin's name. Thirdly, all his email shit was the stupidest Yoongi had ever heard. Fourthly, he said Park Jimin's name.

And the worst. He. Said. Park Jimin's name.

Even going as far as unashamedly announcing that he, Min Yoongi, ambassador of decency and no-shitting-around-or-you'll-die, should be in the disgusting and highly atrocious position of being 'lovey-dovey' with Park Jimin, ultimate hoe of the century.

This was insane.

"Fuck off."

The leprechaun laughed.

"First of all, not a leprechaun, dear," he said with an shit-eating grin that made Yoongi's mood darker. "Second, you can't do anything about it. It's written in the stars, Yoongi. Whether you like it or not, you and cute Jiminie are bound for each other."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, feeling the situation getting weirder and weirder. "Whatever star it was written on, that star is probably about to undergo supernova and die. Park Jimin is everyone's soulmate. Except. For. Me. So if you will be so kind to fuck off and leave me alone, I'll be so happy."

The leprechaun named Hoseok smiled at him as if he was seeing a baby that had just learned how to walk. "It's all in the stars, Yoongi."

And with that, Hoseok suddenly disappeared, leaving green sparkling dust in his wake. It was as if he had not been there at all.

Could Yoongi have just imagined it all?

The confused boy blinked, swallowing hard at the realization that he must have gone crazy for a few minutes. He wondered if going to the doctor would help.
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There you have it! The 'first chapter'. As I have said, this was supposed to be a Oneshot so I just divided them into chapters lol.

This has been the Oneshot I've been working on for more than a year now. I suddenly got busy with work which is why I had to stop writing Oneshots for awhile. The real next book that I've been working on will be published soon. Thank you for taking the time to read this, Sunshines~

And again, this fanfic is dedicated to my fam silbysilby who made really wonderful fanarts for #YMIR. Copy the links below to see the fanarts.

https://silbysilby.tumblr.com/post/161169793480/ive-made-this-fanart-based-on-hashtag-yoonmin-is

https://silbysilby.tumblr.com/post/162894331570/here-it-is-my-second-fanart-about-hashtag-yoonmin

Love lots and God bless ya'll!