Room 103 || Taegi ||

Chapter 22

After that horrible class, I quickly sprint off towards the dorm, hoping if I lock the door then Yoongi can't get in to murder me.

I run up the long staircase to the dorms, slightly out of breath by doing so.

Damn, I'm unfit.

I couldn't help but remember that Yoongi will probably not be that far behind since he was only staying back to be spoken too.

My feet patter against the floorboards while I run down the empty hallway but come to an abrupt stop when I spot a figure standing right outside my door.

His head swerves round, a large grin placed on his lips that show off two deep dimples on either sides of his cheeks.

"Namjoon? Hey..." I trail off, completely forgetting that I had invited him over so we could work on our project.

I shuffle over to him while he chuckles, "you really didn't have to rush yourself, I was fine waiting."

Yeah, if only that was the real reason behind why I was running.

"Uhh...lets go inside," I mumble, pulling out my key before unlocking the door, I let Namjoon step in first. He glances around the room before politely asking, "will your roommate be okay with me being here?"

I shrug, "I don't care what he thinks." Namjoon seemed a little uncertain with my attitude toward it but doesn't press on. I let him take a seat on the chair in front of the desk while I plop myself down on my bed.

We begin shooting ideas at each other on what our project could be on when the door comes flying open, slamming into the wall which in all honestly, I'm surprise there isn't a large dent in it by now with the amount of times that Yoongi's slammed the door into it.

The older boy marches into the room, ready to pounce on me with that fierce glare in his eyes till he notices Namjoon.

"Who the fuck are you?" He hisses making Namjoon flinch slightly. "W-what?" He weakly questions, his eyes flickering over to me.

Yoongi notices this and takes a stand in front of me, blocking Namjoon's view of me.

I frown at the older boy's odd behaviour while I hear Namjoon mumble, "Taehyung and I are w-working on a project t-together."

I felt bad for Namjoon and mentally made a note in my head to either work on our project in the library or over at Namjoon's next time since Yoongi clearly wasn't happy with me having someone over.

The dark haired boy huffs, shuffling over to his bed as he crashes down on it, whipping out his phone.

I try what best I could to ignore the moody bitch a few feet away from me by returning all my attention back to Namjoon. The brunette boy's face held so much shock, I'm surprised he didn't pass out right there and then.

I shuffle a little on my bed, moving forward more so that I'm closer to Namjoon. I could sense Yoongi's glare on the back of my head but choose to ignore it.

Honestly, I don't understand why he's so pissed?

Namjoon and I spend the next half an hour discussing ideas and such for our project, completely ignoring Yoongi in the process.

"What if we use this information," Namjoon suggests, trying to turn his laptop around on his knees to show me the screen. I notice that he was struggling quite a bit so I get to my feet and walk over towards him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi slowly sitting up from his position on his bed. The closer I would get to Namjoon, the more I could feel Yoongi's intense stare on us.