"You might be wondering why I called you all here today." An orange haired man says as Yoongi and I walk through the doors of his apartment.

"Hoseok, shut up. Go to your room or something."

"It's been a while since you brought a lady friend home Yoongi hyung!" The boy, or Hoseok, teases Yoongi.

"Will you shut up? We're just working on a project for school."

"Ohhh. Mrs. Lee? I swear that hag always had something against me." Hoseok says, his face showing him pondering on some thought that had popped into his mind. "Well whatever. Anyways, welcome stranger! I'm Hoseok."

"She knew that, now please leave." Yoongi complains, his voice sounding a little angrier than before.

"Fine. Fine. Hey, if this sad and depressing grandpa over here bothers you. Your sunshine can help bring some happiness."

I doubt it.

But I simply smiled slightly.

"Yeah sure. Thanks." I say quietly.

And at that Hoseok leave the room.

"Finally, he left."

"Can't your roommates be any quieter?" I ask.

"Yeah. I know. It bothers me too. But you get used to it." Yoongi explains, putting his bag down on the couch.

Tension fills the room as we both grow quiet. I mean.

What are we even supposed to say?

"Want something to drink while we do the project?" Yoongi asks, breaking the silence.

"Maybe water will do." I say quietly. He nods and runs off into the other room.

The project we were supposed to be doing was an analysis on a book of our choice.

Perfect. Reading. I scoff our loud.

Reading wasn't my favorite thing. Heck. I barely even liked school.

"So what book were we thinking?" Yoongi asks when coming back from the other room, a glass of water in his hand.

"I don't read so..." I explain, and he chuckles.

"I don't either."

"Well we're screwed aren't we?"