chapter 2

Min Yoongi.I had never talked to this guy before .All I know about him is that we were in same class since sophomore year of high school. And that he has always been sitting on the back side of the room. Maybe, that's why we never talked because I would always sit at front with Yuri so that I can pay my full attention to the lectures.Yoongi.... well....has different types of friends as compared to mine. They are the types that just go to school because it is a necessity, and I also heard that he's not even going to the night school but instead he is in basketball club.I groaned silently as soon as the thoughts played in my mind because I already knew that what was gonna happen.In a partnership, there is always one person who puts major effort and in this case, that one person was gonna be me. After the teacher had partnered the whole class, the students started getting up from their seats to have a ‘ talk ' with their assigned partners. I glanced back to where Yoongi was sitting and he was already looking at me. That made me jerk my look away from him.“ Go,talk to him." ,Yuri urges as she pokes my arm.“ Fine!", I sigh , remembering once again that this small meeting of ours would be nothing but useless. Since I will be the one doing almost the whole project.Yuri smiles and walks to talk to her partner who is luckily the most intelligent boy in our class last year.I stand up and turn to find Yoongi among the people who are standing. But as soon as I look towards his chair, he's gone.See? He already baled.I knew it. I'll be doing this alone. By myself.Do I really need to have a partner for this project? It seems pretty simple to me.Maybe, I can ask the teacher later if I could work on it alone.“ Hey" ,a voice behind me greets. “  So, I guess we're partners."I turn around to see Yoongi standing infront of me, his hair almost covering his eyes, his skin so pale and flawless.“ I guess we are.", I smile.Hmm, maybe he's not that bad as i thought.Silence. He didn't reply after what I said, leaving us in an awkward situation where I don't know what I should say or whether I'm supposed to say something here or not. He looks around the room, clicking his tongue and I already knew that he's feeling the same way. “So...", I started, making his head Bob towards me,“ What do you want to do about the project?"He shakes his head as he chuckles slightly.Did I say something wrong??“ Nothing ", he says ,“ It's just that we have such a long time to be planning this now." He chuckles again.Oh no, this is not a good sign.You see, I already had a hope that maybe, just maybe he was not depending on others as I thought or ever worse, a procrastinator.But nope. The sentence just probed me that I was correct.“ Yoongi, this is the last course project." ,I explain frustratingly.“ This is not something we should set aside becau-"“ Look Dara. ", He abruptly says,not letting me finish my sentence.“ If your too eager to burry your head into this ,go ahead . But as for me , I don't want to do it yet."And with that, he walks away to the back of the room to sit on his chair, popping out his earphones from his pocket and plugging them into his ears.He leans back in his chair and gives me a final look before he closes his eyes , bobbing his head to the music.Weirdo.•••It's been two weeks since the teacher had announced our final course project.Most of people in our class at least know what they're going to do in their projects and here, Yoongi and I are still clueless on what we should do. I guess we could make a poem? And write it on a piece of fancy scented paper? Maybe writing a short fictional story of someone trying to reach their dreams? Or maybe bake a cake with icing that speaks dream on it?Urghhh!! I know all these ideas are stupid . But, I can't help it.I should at least know what to do now. We only have four months before graduation, before it's due.“ Okay class." ,Teacher says enclosing our discussion book. “ You can spend rest of the class time to talk to your partners about the project."And with that, everyone excitedly stood up from their seats and began talking. Chatters and conversations filled the whole room while I unconsciously find my way towards Yoongi, standing infront of his seat.“ So.", I say looking down at him.“ Maybe you want to plan things out now?"He looks up at me for a moment and then shakes his head,“ Believe me, Dara. I want to, but there is really nothing that I could think of . And I have so much in my plate right now."I deeply sigh as I take the empty seat beside his,“ Just to remind you, this final project will make 30% of our final grade."“ I know.", He turns to me and shrugs as he nods. “ But we have roughly four months to do it, that's more than enough."“ I get that."I explained,“ But we should atleast know what are we going to do."“ Do you have any ideas?", He asks, raising his eyebrows at me.I shake my head,“ No but that's why i wanted to ask-"“ See? We're on the same boat." He says sliding his phone out from his pocket. He flips his phone and starts typing repeatedly, obviously texting someone. After that, he lays his phone phone in his desk, facing downwards.After a few minutes of awkward silence, I come to the conclusion that it is useless to talk to him. I should start thinking on my own. I won't reply on him anymore.Whatever.“ You know what," I say as I stand up from the chair, crossing my arms. “  I am done. I'm not going to waste my time anymo-"“ What if we make a short film?" He says , not letting me complete my sentence.“ A short film? About what?"“ You know , someone who has a dream, anything related to dream?"“ Well,that is the theme of the project."“ I know.", He nods as he stare out of the window. “ It makes sense, right?''“ Do you have a video camera?", I ask making sure that we can actually make it work. “ Cause that's what we need to make a short film."“ We could always borrow it from school."“ Okay, but what about the script?", I interrogate again but before he could answer, the school bell turned on.“ Okay class! Make sure to do your assignments and I hope you have a good weekend. Keep studying,okay?" The teacher says before she leaves the room.Yoongi quickly takes out his black and white rubber shoes from his bag and puts it on agressively as he bends over on the floor, tightening the knot so much that it made me uncomfortable enough by just watching it.“ Yoongi, what about the script?", I ask again.“ I wish I could answer you right now but," he pauses as he finishes putting his shoes on and stands up .“ Basketball's waiting for me." So,it's true.... He doesn't go to prep school. He is in a basketball club, it wasn't just a rumour.As he was about to grab his phone from the desk, I instantly take it and unlocked it with his face id.“ What the hell are you doing?", He asked his eyebrows furrowing. “ Give it back."“ Text me over the weekend. We should already have a plan by Monday. "I typed my number quickly and gave him his phone back. Our eyes met, he blinks twice and then pockets his phone.“Whatever" ,he mutters under his breath before jogging out of the classroom, leaving me behind.•••