If Memory Serves [YoonMin]

04

PRESENT

If he could conjure up more hands to carry everything, now would be perfect.

Their introduction to choreography ran late which means he's late for one of his theory classes. He wishes Jungkook had the class because then they'd show up together and everything would be fine. He'd also have been able to follow Jungkook who seems to know his way around after four days.

He rushes past someone standing in the doorway, their shoulders knocking. Jimin half turns, yelling an apology. If he could stop, he would have.

His knuckles whiten as he grips the strap of his dance bag and races for the class. When he gets there, he shoves the door open and stumbles in, cheeks flush and hair sticking out at every odd and end. His eyes scan the room frantically, dismay settling when he meets his professor's eyes.

Professor Uhm leans back on her desk, arms crossing over her chest and she's in the middle of speaking when Jimin enters. Her words cut out, eyes darting across the room and finding Jimin in seconds. A glint in her eye, she cracks a smile.

"Welcome to movement studies, Park Jimin. Please do find a seat and let's not have this happen again, yes?"

Jimin stammers a yes, ducking his head as he feels all eyes on him. He finds a seat near the back and slides in wordlessly. He pulls out a notebook and pen, places it in front of him and stares at the board.

*

"Can't believe you were late and we're only in the second week." Jungkook laughs. Jimin reminds him that he'd been late to his class too and watches the heat bring colour to his roommate's face.

They're in their dorm room. Jungkook's playing some shooting game on his computer while Jimin searches for the online video of today's lecture. Jungkook didn't have trouble getting to his class on time because it was across from the dance room. Jimin thinks he's lucky.

"No Taehyung today?"

Usually, Taehyung is in the room. According to Jungkook, he's not fond of his roommate and he likes Jimin better anyhow. Jimin doesn't know how true it is, considering he's seen Taehyung's roommate and they appear to be friends or friendly. Then again, he doesn't know anything and it could have been a mistake.

"He has to go to the radio station. Volunteering so he can play kick ass tunes next year."

Jimin perks at this. "Only next year?"

Jungkook hums. The in-game shooting fills the silence around them. "They do it with, like, superiority. He can help out this year, but can only take actual shifts next year."

Jimin didn't know the campus had a radio station. It makes him wonder if Jungkook and Taehyung, both first years, know someone who gives them all the insight, where and how to stuff on campus. It explains a lot, though, and Jimin won't stress himself sick wondering.

At seven, their door knob turns. Jimin is in bed, but his heart leaps out of his chest. Panic hugs him tight. The thought of someone breaking in occurs, but doesn't meet halfway with the thought that if someone were breaking into the university, the last place they would come to is the student dorms. For an instant, his thoughts are messy and panicked as he waits for whoever it is. Not once does he remember that he has a roommate. 

Until Taehyung walks in with pizza boxes.

"Did you give him a key?"

Jungkook cusses from his side of the room. He's still playing the shooting game, headphones on and concentrating. "Shoulda asked, sorry."

Jimin sighs, momentarily shaken when Taehyung offers him a plate from the top of the mini fridge and holds out two open boxes. "One with pepperoni, one without." Gingerly, Jimin reaches for two slices. He looks at Taehyung with uncertainty and only when he gets a nod of encouragement does he take another two.

"Come eat, sharp shooter."

Jungkook moves for the first time since Jimin's been in the room. He and Taehyung sit beside each other on the bed. Taehyung moves slices around, Jungkook asking if Jimin will have more (which he will, he says) and then Jimin's handed a box with two slices left, watching as they set the box on their laps and eat.

Jimin chows through it like he hasn't eaten in years. When he looks up, he catches the end of a smile on their faces.

At that moment, Jimin is taken back eight years. He's on the train, eating like his life depends on it and Yoongi smiles at him.