"Mr. Min! How exactly did you figure out the math theorem?"
"Mr. Min, how long did it take you to solve the theorem?"
"Mr. Min, was the theorem as hard as they say it was?"
"Mr. Min! I have a question!"
"Mr. Min!"
"This way please!"
"Mr. Min, over here please!"
"Min Yoongi, can we have a word please!"
"Mr. Yoongi, look this way please!"
"Mr. Min!"
"Mr. Min!"
"Mr. Min!"
"Mr. Min!"
Yoongi sat on the cold hard floor. He was currently backstage as he heard multiple journalists screaming his name, asking for him to come back out and answer their questions.
His hands were covering his ears, his eyes were closed shut as tears streamed down his face, and his knees were pulled up to his chest. He violently trembled as he silently pleaded, he begged, he prayed for the voices to stop.
He just wanted the journalist to simply shut up and leave.
How did it all come to this you may ask.
It all started when Yoongi was in his math class, learning about some century-old math theorem that was never solved, but somehow Yoongi knew the solution.
It was a fairly simple equation and the ebony haired male simply thought that all the mathematicians were overthinking the solution, so he did what any lazy person would do, he tried to solve it using only basic math because he was too lazy to come up with some over the top and extravagant equation.
But as it turns out, Yoongis laziness and his basic equation was the solution to the math theorem. Ever since the day he solved the theorem, he has appeared on news broadcasts, radio shows, conferences, and other public appearances.
But, Yoongi didn't want this kind of attention. He liked to stay home alone and write lyrics on his notebook or use his cheap equipment to produce beats and melodies. He didn't really enjoy going out and having social interactions, if anything, he hated the sunlight just as much as he hated social situations. He just wanted to be alone with his music. It was the only thing that could help him with his social phobia and anxiety.
Now, Yoongi is being dragged from state to state, from country to country, all of this just so some journalist could ask the same questions that were already previously answered at another interview.
Yoongi didn't like it, he didn't like all the attention he was receiving. He felt pressured and some odd responsibility to keep the image of a prodigy because that's what they called him. A teenage prodigy. The anxiety he held didn't help either.
And now, there he was, sitting down backstage after he just finished another press conference, holding himself and attempting to block out any traces of reality as he cried.
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Prodigy // Yoonmin
Fanfiction"I never wanted this!" Yoongi, a high school student, just solved a century-old math theorem. When he begins to crack under the pressure and attention of being called a prodigy, what kind of unhealthy coping habits will he develop? Will a younger cl...
