Note: If there's no translation beneath the Hindi text, then it'd be in the inline comment.
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Mr. Srinivasan, the invigilator in charge of the room Min Yoongi was taking his last exam in, was extremely bored of looking at the stressed faces of 50 mech students writing their exams in front of his eyes. There were a lot of attempts made by students to cooperate and pass the examination together but being an experienced observer in this field of his career, Mr. Srinivasan handled everyone with care and his sarcastic comments enlightened a sense of fright amongst students, or so he thought.

"Chai, sir?" Ramlal, the kind middle aged man who serves tea to every tea enthusiast faculty in the college, asks as he stands at the entrance with a kettle in one hand and disposable cups in the other.

"Ah, yes yes" Mr. Srinivasan chirps. Finally, he got to see something which doesn't look stressed and of course, tea is the key to almost every desi's heart so the tint of excitement in his eyes when Ramlal poured tea in his cup was explicable. "Thank you", the invigilator says and keeps his tea on his table while Ramlal leaves the room with a bow.

To Mr. Srinivasan's dismay, his meticulous eyes spot some students exchanging cooperative gestures. He really didn't wanna leave his tea alone and walk all the way to the first row's second seat but he had to so he did.

"May I have your answer sheet?", he asks calmly. His specs sit on the end of his nose as he gives the poor student a serious look. "Nahi doonga, karlo jo karna hai", responds the student in an innocent voice, making an innocuous expression.

Mr. Srinivasan is an intellectual from the southern part of India. His intelligence and great accomplishments in the field of engineering got him the opportunity to teach students in Bangtan Institute of Technology. Even though BIT has refined students as it accepts only determined students with a nice JEE rank or students who score good in the Bangtan University entrance exam, engineering students manage to use their intellect for various other purposes which makes BIT the usual stereotypical engineering college. Hence, students taking advantage of a professor's linguistic limitation was inevitable.

Mr. Srinivasan could hear a few students giggle. His experience was enough for him to understand the situation. "Thhodi Hindi aata" he finally speaks in his dialect, leaving the student jungshook. Even though Mr. Srinivasan didn't exactly know what the student said, he understood a few mainstream words like "Nahi" and "karlo", which means 'no' and 'do' respectively. With this, an intense conversation between the student and the professor was carried out.

Y/n, who sat a few seats behind the one where this event was taking place, bats an eye on the row next to her where Yoongi was busy writing his paper. She keeps her guard up throughout the examination, just in case if Yoongi needs her help but whenever she'd take a look at the guy, she'd find his eyes glued to his answer sheet.

"With this attitude of yours, I'm not sure if I can allow you to graduate" Mr. Srinivasan ends the conversation after some minutes, ignoring the students plea, and turns around to make his way towards his tea. When his eyes land on the plastic cup on his desk, he stops himself from taking another step forward. He closes his eyes to control the anger which was slowly building up inside his calm brain, inhales and asks, "which one of you drank my tea?", emphasising every word that came out of his mouth. This isn't the first time someone drank a faculty's tea and with the number of such cases increasing at a fast pace, Mr. Srinivasan was kinda irked.

"Alright" he speaks when he gets no response "I'll make sure to check the cameras and deduct the culprit's marks" he warns.

Little did Mr. Srinivasan know that these students are the reason no class has a camera that functions properly.

On the other hand, the few students who saw Min Yoongi calmly walk towards the desk, coolly drink the professor's tea after keeping his answer sheet and leave, were either shook or couldn't stop giggling.

After the exam, y/n reunites with Yoongi and they hang out at Café Coffee Day, which is opposite to their college.

"Zyada achhe farre banaye thhe kya?" Y/n asks, referring to the determination with which Yoongi had given today's exam.

("Did you make extraordinarily good chits to cheat or something?")

"Padh ke aaya thha bhai" he replies before sipping his coffee. "Chaar saal me pehli baar" he adds.

("I came prepared bro", "for the first time in four years")

"Respect man" she salutes. "Bohot nashedi ho raha hai, pehle chai pee gaya ab do do coffee pee gaya" she says when she notices her empty coffee mug.

("You're being such an addict, first you drank tea and now two cups of coffee")

"Do coffee?? Ek hi to pee"
("Two? I drank just one")

"Ha bc meri coffee evaporate hogayi, haina?" She says sarcastically.
("Yeah right and my coffee just evaporated")

"Vo... flow flow me" he justifies his deed when he recollects his mind. She pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue and give him 'the look'. "Golgappe khila dunga, sadi si shakal banana band kar" he speaks and stands up.

"AYEE-

"volume."

"ᵃʸᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉ" y/n exclaims in a whisper after being shushed by min Yoongi for being too loud in a public place.

"Achhe mood me hai koi aaj" she taunts, looking at Yoongi through the corner of her eyes as she walks alongside him.

("Someone's in a good mood today")

"You must've written your paper really well, topper Yoongi. Or is it professor's tea?" She speaks when she gets no response from Yoongi. "Ooooo CS waali Anjali dikh gayi kya?"she teases, knowing that Yoongi was one of the 9273827 Anjali fanboys when they were in their first year of engineering.

"Yaha se apne apne ghar bhi jaa sakte hai" Yoongi finally speaks.

"Anjali who?"

some minutes later, they reach close to the golgappa stall. "oh bhabhi!", y/n exclaims, loud enough for yoongi and a few people around them to hear, immediately once she sees anjali standing next to the stall. "zyaada ho raha hai", yoongi turns to Y/n and says with a 'tsk'.

"broo it's our last year here, this is your only chance. iske baad tum judaa hojaoge humesha ke liye" she tries to encourage yoongi to talk to his old crush. yoongi gives her 'the look'.

"no thanks, i have better things to do in life" he responds in a monotone. this time y/n gives him 'the look'.

"ek kaam kar, become a monk" she deadpans and increases her pace to reach the golgappa stall before him. "i wish", yoongi sighs.

Some minutes later, they reach the stall. Anjali, who was done with her golgappa feast, notices Yoongi.  "Hi Yoongi" she greets with a smile as she pays for her meal. "Namaste didi", replies Yoongi, grabbing a cup from the stall to begin with his golgappa round.

"We're the same age" Anjali says and laughs softly, politely correcting Yoongi.

"Ok" he responds as he drops a golgappa in his mouth.

Anjali awkwardly stands there, waiting for the shopkeeper to give her the change. She looks at Y/n, who had already begun devouring the dish, and passes her a smile. Y/n, with a golgappa in her mouth, smiles back making her cheeks look chubby. After taking her change, Anjali leaves. Y/n quickly chews her golgappa and gulps it which leads to a strange sensation in her throat caused by the tangy golgappa liquid. She coughs.

"Harami" she says after coughing her lungs out.

"Tu harami" Yoongi retaliates.

"She was so nice to you, you freak"

"And?"

Y/n rolls her eyes.

"I'm not interested bruh" Yoongi speaks after finishing his golgappa.

"could've at least passed her a smile or something"

"how do you do that with a golgappa in your mouth man," yoongi responds with a 'duh' face.

"Bahane mat maar"
("Don't make excuses")

"aas pass ke log faltu me patt jaate meri smile dekh ke fir gadbad ho jati"
("People around would've fallen for me if I had passed a smile. That'd be too troublesome.")

"Golgappe ki dukaan pe fans bana
fine, You do you".
("Sure, grow your fanclub at a golgappa stall")

After they're done with their golgappa session, they walk together towards the chauraha (crossing) where they are supposed to separate ways to go to their respective places. 

"oye," she says to start a conversation. she has been silent for more than a minute now; she was on the brink of exploding. "after some years, suppose i attend your concert. will you be able to spot me in the crowd like Adele once spotted a kid she met when that kid was a baby or like how harry styles spotted the dude who dated his ex or something?"

she receives a blank expression from yoongi.

"you know how the protagonist scans his eyes through the huge ass crowd and spots someone he knows or finds attractive in fanfi-

"i know what you're talking about."

"will you?"

"that's a very dumb question for someone who studied mechanical engineering," he gives her his classic judging-eyes expression. 

"abey saale, just wanted to know if it's that easy to spot people from stage coz you have been on stages before."

he pauses for a second, slightly tilting his head up as he thinks, and starts walking again.

"i dont know. some faces are visible but if the crowd's huge, i dont think so."

"hmmmm... i gotta apply for VIP seats then"

"yep, use your corporate money bitch"

"nah not gonna go there"

"arey haa, bade log, amreeka jaaoge aap to NASA me naukri karne"

("oh right, you're gonna go to america to work for NASA")

"nahi yaar," she responds with a chuckle. "apna desh achha hai."

("nah dude. our country is nice.")

"fir kya socha hai?"

"government job"

"what the- paagal hai?" he laughs. "khud ko torture karke itni mehnat se to naukri lagegi fir paise bhi kuchh khaas nahi milenge"

she walks for some seconds in silence. she comes across a small pothole and jumps over it then pauses to look back at it. 

"I want to change or improve things around here, I want to help," she looks ahead at him. "salary aur job security ke chakkar me 90% janta is desh me aisi job ke saath jee rahi hai jisme unka koi interest nahi hai. Fir kaam me efficiency zero/sannaata. aise kaise badhega india?"

As the vividness of the chauraha increases, the speed with which they walk decreases to increase the amount of time they spend with each other.

"to fir... Btech ke baad UPSC?" yoongi asks.

"yeah it's one of my options. I want to try for ISRO first though"

"yaaaaaas intelligent bitch," he punches her shoulder lightly. "itna dimaag brooo," he exclaims.

"you know, that's a very weird way our society has shaped our thinking. we fail to recognize other types of intelligences. you, for example, make music, play instruments, write songs, and what not. All of this has trained your brain in a certain way which makes up your musical intelligence. you can think and understand complicated concepts and do physics too if you're interested in it coz you have trained your brain to concentrate and think out of the box. it's all a matter of interest and creativity. someone who's good at cooking knows their way around with food and other things involved, they also use their brain to do what they do which makes them intelligent too. But our society doesn't recognize other types of intelligence which add the same value to the universe."

they finally reach the chauraha.

"well, i dont wanna lie and say i heard everything you said but i'm sure it was meaningful."

she gasps. "kutte," she smacks his shoulder playfully. 

a loud announcement grabs their attention and they look ahead to find a woman speaking about something related to hospitals. 

"everyday something happens on this street," mumbles yoongi with a sigh.

"coz we got a lot of changes to make," she smiles. 

his gummy smile finally appears.

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this bish has been in my drafts since november. took me five months to add five ending lines.

 efficiency = zero/sannaata