Here and There 'ᵏˢʲ

ѕecond.

Seokjin was freaking out.

Immediately after he'd gotten on the bus, he'd remembered his guitar.

He suddenly was in a conflict on whether to rush back to get it, or simply to leave it. He was almost backing out the bus before the driver called out sharply to him.

'Hey kid! You going or not?'

Seokjin hopped back into the bus. He didn't really know how he was going to tell the driver he was going out when he just got in. His class wasn't going to wait for him either.

He was going to have to suck it up with Taehyung's taunts that day.

He felt weird in all, that something was going out of the way he'd planned in his day.

Normally, a little change here and there wouldn't mind, but it had to be good enough to cause an unbothered—yet content—feeling with Seokjin.

But this was a bad kind of change in his day. They were rare, but here this one was, peeping its face into the doorframe of that day and waving excitedly. It didn't sit right with Seokjin at all.

He had wanted to visit the repairer's shop with Taehyung—maybe with Joon too (if he wasn't on his photo taking spree), and well, get it fixed.

He began to mind-go through his schedule to see if he could find sometime convenient within the day to go back to his apartment.

Lets see now: Film class one, Film class two, Film class three—

The bus turned the corner.

Film class four—no, that's lunch time because there's no class then... lunch. Yes, maybe I coul—

The bus came to a halt at the university bus stop right then. Seokjin pulled out of his mind and got up, following the line of students who also had to get off the bus to enter the building.

He sighed.

He hadn't solved his problem yet, and he feared it was going to disrupt his mood for the time being.

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Taehyung gave Seokjin a weird look.

He watched him enter the lecture hall and climb the stairs to one of the middle rows of seats, where he most liked to sit; and where he was currently sat, waiting for him.

He thought his friend didn't look as he had sounded on text earlier that morning; calm, as usual, and the right pint of cheerful he always was.

Instead, there was that air around him. That aura that felt—Taehyung couldn't believe it—disorganised.

Seokjin's eye met his, and in a swift glide along the seats prior to where Taehyung sat, he plopped in the one beside him.

He gave a great sigh. Taehyung eyed him.

'You know the class doesn't start until nine, right? You really didn't have to run'.

Seokjin wiped at his forehead. He glanced at the watch he thought was strapped to the wrist of his right hand. It wasn't there. He sighed again.

Taehyung sent a disbelieving look. 'You didn't really finish your assignments early, did you?'

Seokjin looked at him. 'Of course I did'.

Taehyung was steadily drumming his fingers on the table. It made Seokjin's nerve sing—he wasn't exactly sure why.

'Hey stop that. The druming. Please'.