MVP (Min Yoongi AU)

7

Silence.

Silence filled the room as all of us tried to follow our professor's lecture. I hate history so much. There's none of it that interests me.

I wandered my eyes inside the room and it seems we're all on the same boat.

I bit my lip to suppress my yawn. Even though, I hate this subject and I can't see reason why this should be teaches at all—still, I don't want to look rude.

The professor worked so hard for the lesson plan and I should be a little more appreciative to it.

I gulped and fought the drowsiness. I decided to focused on the lesson and wrote all the important notes just so I could ease the lethargic feeling.

Just as when I thought I was feeling more energized—I felt a heavy weight on my shoulder.

I turned my head to look at the hefty young chap beside me.

I sighed realizing who it was.

"Yoongi," I whispered to his ears.

I tried tapping his shoulder, just to wake him up—but to no avail.

"Damn this heavy monster," I muttered under my breath.

Irritated.