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.

--

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'.

Taehyung's brow furrowed. 'Is something the matter?'

Seokjin sighed again. He took a big breath, and geared into a ramble.

'I forgot my guitar. I was going to bring it with me so we could go repair it today like I had told you on text but I forgot it and I'm just really pained that I did and now I'm thinking what time would be available for me to go back to my apartment to get it and it hurts because I really—'

'Alright sir, breathe, please'. Taehyung rested a hand on his friend's shoulder. 'It's not that much of a deal. Let's go get it after we have lunch, ok? Solved?'

Seokjin glanced at him momentarily, and sighed.

'Making you go the way with me to my apartment—that would be unfair, Taehyung.'

Taehyung shook his head. 'No way, not even in the slightest. I'm putting up this friendly act just so I can steal your bonbons. I've been thinking about them since you shared last week'.

Seokjin scoffed. 'Buy your own bonbons, Tae. They're everywhere. If you went out of this room right now and turned the corner, there's a kiosk right there. Literally within seconds'.

Taehyung took his hand off Seokjin's shoulder and met it with his other so that they crossed on his chest. 'What's the point when you already have them? The stolen ones always taste better either way'.

'I should get a restraining order. You can't come any closer than three feet of my sweets'.

Taehyung glanced at Seokjin's pants.

'Should I go sit somewhere else then? I'm three hundred and seventy eight percent sure there's one in your pocket right now'.

Seokjin brought the bonbon out of his pocket and handed it to his friend. 'Percentages don't work like that, Tae'.

Taehyung took it, and sent Seokjin a wink. 'And how would we be so sure? Leave the math precision for those who major in it'.

'We should ask Hoseok then'.

Taehyung set free a dramatic sigh. He leaned so his back rested on his seat, and threw his hands to lay behind his head. 'It literally feels like forever since that guy's face said hello to mine'.

'It's only been Wednesday, Tae.'

'Forever'.

Today is Monday, Tae'.

'Still forever'.

Seokjin let his left hand's index finger poke his friend in the ribs.

'You're saying that only because he lets you have his play station'.

'Halleluyah, Jin. Its a hallelujah moment'.

Seokjin eyed Tae. 'Him abandoning his assignments to create time to play games with you?'

'No, Namjoon making it with his work before the start of the class'.

Seokjin followed Taehyung's gaze and looked down to where Joon was, in front of the class—waving his spiral bound sheets at them like he had won them at the fair.

Then he eyed him as he bound up the stairs to meet them. He glided past the same rows of chairs that Seokjin had (they were occupied now), glided past Seokjin too, and sat down in the one just next to the wall—the one Taehyung had left empty for him.

He proceeded to lean towards his friends and wave his finished assignment in their faces. It just barely hit Seokjin's nose.

'I made it! Its completed and everything! I got it spiral bound too—is yours spiral bound?'

Seokjin unzipped his backpack and took out his work. It was also spiral bound.

Taehyung took his from his bag too. It had the metal ring go through the left side edges as well. 'Mine's just meh'.

Joon smilled really hard.

'It doesn't matter. Its all done either ways. Now I need a nap. I worked all night for this aww geez—'

He gave a wide mouthed yawn and let his head hit the table.

Just then the professor came in.

Taehyung shook the one whose head was on the table. 'Joon get up. The class is starting'.

Namjoon gave a grunt and yawned again. 'All my stress better be worth it this time'.

Seokjin sighed. But this time, it was with a grin. His day was beginning to feel on track again.

--

Seokjin had a full plate.

No, literally. His bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup was almost to the brim. It was Taehyung's treat.

Seokjin had wanted to buy them all burgers and milkshakes and such, but Taehyung had wanted to do something nice for Seokjin before he could "steal his bonbons".

Seokjin really didn't mind. Again, it was these kinds of changes in his day he appreciated.

It was nearing the end of October. He relished the hot bowl thankfully.

Namjoon was there too, but he had just wanted ramen. Seokjin had wondered why, but then wondered why he wondered why. It was just Namjoon's preference that afternoon. What was there to wonder?

The diner was warm, and the noodles were hot. Seokjin felt the coziness cuddle his brain. He liked that.

'You know, Joon, I would have gotten you some burgers and a milkshake if your assignment didn't go well', Seokjin said, slurping an intake after.

The recipient gasped.

'You were waiting for me to fail before you did a good deed?!'

Seokjin blinked twice. 'What, no no, I just thought that if something went wrong , you'd need some cheering up and I thought I would do that for you—heck its not me you should glare at like that—look at Taehyung here. He wanted you to fail'.

Taehyung coughed and grabbed the bottle of water beside him.

'Joon he's lying, I swear'.

'Kim Taehyung'.

'Joon, no no I—'

Namjoon glared right in his face.

Taehyung frantically waved his hands in front of his face. 'I had just said—'

Namjoon squinted. 'Said what?'

Taehyung threw Seokjin a glare. Then his eyes widened.

'You're recording this?!'

Seokjin was smiling. 'Joon go on, finish him'.

Taehyung was on his feet quicker than Joon could throw a hand unto his face.

'Seokjin. Your guitar. Let's go get it.'

Seokjin's fun recording reverie popped abruptly. He turned off the camera and looked up at Tae. Then at Joon.

'Want to come too, bud? We're going to my apartment to get my guitar. It needs repairs'. He was packing his bag already.

'Meh. I need to plot against Taehyung'.

Taehyung faux gasped. His upper lip curled mockingly. 'I'd be sure to pretend to be very affected'.

Seokjin rolled his eyes. 'So? Coming?'

Joon pretended to think.

'He has bonbons'.

Joon made a sharp hissing sound and tapped his jaw. 'I'm not a fan'.

If the words shock and disgust could be mashed up into one noun, it'd be Taehyung's face right then.

'Who even are you?' he whispered, making a comical face and bringing his hand to his chest.

'Peanut butter and jelly sandwich lover.' Namjoon watched Taehyung's face contort even more. It made him smirk.

'And pickles'.

Taehyung almost threw himself into the next table. Thankfully, it was empty.

Joon was making eating motions and smacking his mouth loudly. He knew Taehyung hated pickles. He knew he hated them so much, he almost retched if he so much as heard the word.

Taehyung made a beeline for the entrance. He called out to Seokjin.
'I'm at the door!'

Seokjin smacked the back of Joon's head lightly, a grin playing at his lips despite. 'I think that was enough revenge, Joon'.

Namjoon made a proud face. 'That honestly is for me to decide'.

Seokjin's eyes looked as though they were laughing.

'Alright. We'll be going now. What are you going to be doing?'

Namjoon ruffled his own hair.

'I got my laptop here. I'mma finish up on editing these photos—Arin will tear me apart if I don't submit them at today's meeting. There's about (he glanced at his watch, which was, unlike Seokjin's, strapped to his wrist) an hour and a half before the next class. It'll be plenty of time, and', he gave a yawn, 'here is super cozy'.

Seokjin threw him a small punch. 'Seems like sleep is all you want to do here, buddy'.

Joon chuckled. 'I did miss my bed last night.'

Seokjin ruffled his friend's hair this time. 'Alright. We'll see you in a bit'. He shoved a warning finger at his face. 'Don't sleep past the time'.

'Will do'.

Seokjin walked out the door and met with Taehyung.

--

It wasn't too much of a far ride to Seokjin's apartment. Heck Seokjin walked the distance sometimes, if he wanted to feel the atmosphere a bit more after his early morning balcony survey. But he mostly only did that when the weather was warmer.

He and Taehyung had gotten to his home; he had gone into his room to get the instrument, while Taehyung had scooped at least twenty of his bonbons. Seokjin had scolded him that they were too much, and Taehyung had dropped five back into the basket.

Seokjin hadn't known that Tae had put an extra five in his pocket—so when Seokjin had thought he had left the apartment with fifteen sweets, he actually had had twenty.

Guilt? Taehyung didn't know him.

Seokjin had wondered why his friend had had the biggest grin on his face, and he had believed the bonbons to be the cause. Well yes, in a way, they were; but the extra stolen five were what brought Tae's eyes extra sparkle, instead of the legitimately given fifteen.

They were back at the university now, and Seokjin was calling Namjoon to know if he had woken up yet.

Taehyung slipped the sixth bonbon into his mouth. The cool air lapped at his dark locks. He still didn't know who Guilt was.

'Joon actually did some work as he wished. Apparently he had only just fallen asleep when I called him'.

Taehyung hadn't heard Seokjin end the call. He had been trying to decipher what compounds made the sweet in his mouth. Idiot could have just checked the wrapper.

'I'm not really surprised', he said, as he tried to swish the sweet into a corner of his mouth so he could talk clearer, 'once he opens his laptop he gets lost in his art. But it's', he swiftly checked his phone—no, he wasn't wearing a watch either, 'about thirteen minutes to the start of the class. He better get his butt to the hall asap'.

'Right. I told him that. Let's go settle down. He'll meet us in there'.

Namjoon didn't show up.

~
Lmao some drama already??
You wish pfft