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You're a hell of a thief, because you stole my heart from across the computer screen

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Yoongi gave a giant yawn, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He squinted at his screen as he tried to keep his eyes open long enough to finish his essay, that was due in less than six hours. Usually he would have a head start on his assignments, but he was too invested in a music piece he had been composing earlier to even glance at his homework. Now, he was paying the repercussions.

Yoongi took a sip of his black coffee (“Black as your soul,” as Namjoon liked to comment), not minding it was lukewarm, on the verge of being cold. Throwing a side glance to his phone, he estimated he could get about four hours of sleep if he finished the essay within the hour. Sighing, he turned back to his laptop, ready to continue, when his Facebook tab caught his eye.

{You have been tagged in…}

Curiosity got the better part of him, and he clicked on it, deciding a break wouldn’t be too bad.

Clicking on the notification, Yoongi rolled his eyes at the discovery that Namjoon had been the one to tag him. What was he even doing awake at three am?

The tag led him to a page he had only heard from word of mouth. Someone had created a facebook page where students could hit on other students they see on campus, but were too shy to do it in person. Frankly, Yoongi thought it was stupid. Why hide behind a screen instead of confronting the person?

Skimming the post of the anonymous person, Yoongi did a double take, a scowl already forming.

‘Min Yoongi, I saw you looking amazing as always, and I just have one question. Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to my prayers ;) ~ChimChim’

Who the--Why would--. So many questions were forming in Yoongi’s mind, a prominent one being, what kind of name was ChimChim?

Exhaling deeply at the horrible pickup line, Yoongi exited out of Facebook, the post already fading from his mind. At least it was a nice short distraction.

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Days later, Yoongi received another notification, from the same page, from the same person, tagged by Namjoon. Did Namjoon really have nothing better to do than be on this page?

‘Min Yoongi, did the sun come out or was that just your smile?
You should smile more often, it makes you look cuter ~3~ ~ChimChim’

Yoongi let out a scoff. Who did this person think they were? If they were going to hit on him, the least they could do was flirt better.

Picking up his phone, he sent a text to Namjoon.

Yoongi: Yah, stop tagging me on those stupid posts.

Egg: But hyung, dont you think theyre cute? That person really likes you

Yoongi: If they like me, they can say it to my face

Egg: Dont be mean, what if theyre shy?

Yoongi: Oh well, sucks for them

Egg: Whatever hyung, you need to get wild and stop being a grump

Yoongi rolled his eyes, not bothering to reply back.

This whole debacle would blow over in a few days and his admirer would lose interest, he was sure of it.

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The universe however seemed to be proving Yoongi wrong, as for the next two weeks, he kept getting tagged into every post Chim Chim made. If it wasn’t Namjoon tagging him, than it was other people who knew him, or were invested into this whole thing.

He kept having to read posts such as:

‘I’ve seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours? ;) ~ChimChim’

‘Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them. ~ChimChim’

‘Even with your dark eye bags, you still look like a model ~3~.  ~ChimChim’

‘I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, give me yours and watch what I can do with it ;) ~ChimChim’

All of them ranged from disgustingly sweet to downright dirty, never having a pattern, and always occurring when Yoongi was outside of his dorm.

The worst part about this all was that Yoongi was starting to like the pick up lines, as much as he hated to admit it.

Don’t get him wrong, they were still horrible and tasteless, but the lines were starting to grow on him. His favorite one was, ‘Min Yoongi, come live in my heart, and pay no rent.~ChimChim’

As the days went by, he still had no clue to who the person behind the screen was, no indication they wanted to meet. He was slightly disappointed as to that fact, but he didn’t let himself dwell on it. He still stood by his decision; if they really wanted to talk to him, they would go up to him.

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Shuffling his way across campus, Yoongi burrowed his face deeper into his large scarf, trying to block out the cold wind that was attempting to hit his skin. His morning lecture had finished a while ago and he wanted to go back under his covers for the rest of the day.  

A set of running footsteps brought him out of his serenity, causing Yoongi to look up and step to the side to allow a tall boy run past him. The kid had a large boxy smile and wore a red bandana, not aware of his surroundings as he hurried to his destination.

Yoongi shook his head, grumbling to himself. The least the kid could do was watch out for other people. He turned away, planning to continue his walk before his body froze unintentionally.

“Chim Chim!” The guy yelled, now a distance away.

Yoongi felt his eyes widen as he registered the familiar name. What was the probability rate that someone was using that name when it was becoming a popular story all around campus? Yoongi wasn’t going to do the math, but it seemed like a low percentage.

He stayed in place for a few more moments, debating with himself. He had decided he wasn’t going to do anything, but yet at the same time, the curiosity was bubbling within him. He could finally find out who Chim Chim was.

Determination settling in his stomach, Yoongi turned around, intent on finding the box smile guy.

Only, he disappeared.

Yoongi swiveled his head around the area, trying to find any sign of the red bandana. Jogging in the direction he’d seen him run in, Yoongi cursed himself for taking so long to think about his decision. There! Around the corner of the technology building, was Bandana guy and a pink haired guy crouching. They were whispering aggressively, ducking their heads down for privacy.

Yoongi panted lightly from the jog (he should really exercise more), observing the two from his spot. If it was just the two of them, then that meant that Pinky was Chim Chim. Yoongi squinted at the small guy. He looked tiny compared to Bandana, especially in his large blue cardigan. He couldn’t believe this small angelic looking person was behind the horrible dirty lines. The cheesy ones for sure, but the dirty ones seemed like such a contradiction.

He took a step forward, hesitance in his posture as he neared them. Getting closer, he could begin to hear snippets of their conversation.

“--you’re crazy--”

“--just think you’re putting this off--”

“--I have a plan--”

Yoongi cleared his throat, a neutral mask on his face.

Bandana looked up, offering a huge smile. “Hi!”

Pinky on the other hand, fell back on his ass, eyes widen and mouth gaping.

Yoongi gave a smirk, unable to stop himself. He looked more confident than he felt, crouching to be at the other’s eye level.

“Chim Chim?” He asked, the words feeling semi-strange from actually saying it out loud for once.

Chim Chim’s cheeks flamed the same color as his hair, his face flustered. “I-I…”

“My name is Min Yoongi, but apparently, you already knew that.”

Embarrassment colored his tone, his eyes averted. “My name is Park Jimin…”

Yoongi shook his head. “I have to admit Jimin, you were pretty annoying with your horrible pick up lines.”

“Ah! I’m sorry, my Hyung was the one giving them to me, and I couldn’t think of any other way--”

“What about coming up to me?” Yoongi interrupted his rambling.

“I wanted to!...But honestly, you’re a bit scary and I didn’t think you’d say yes if I asked you out.” Jimin admitted, biting his lip.

Yoongi sighed, standing up from his position. “I’m a bit lost, do you think you can give me directions?” He asked on impulse, offering a hand to Jimin.

Jimin frowned in confusion. “...Uh, sure. To where?” He accepted Yoongi’s hand, butterflies fluttering as his hand was dwarfed by Yoongi’s bigger one.

“To your heart.”

Jimin let out a high pitched noise, using his other free hand to hide his blushing face. Yoongi gave in to the cuteness and gave a wide smile, laughing.

“Are you free right now?” Yoongi asked him, still holding on to his hand.

Jimin winced, shaking his head. “Taehyung was meeting me so we could walk together--ah--Where’d he go?”

Taehyung, who Yoongi was guessing was Bandana, was nowhere to be seen. He must have left while he and Jimin were still talking.

Yoongi released Jimin’s hand, the warmth already dissipating. “You should head to class before you’re late.” He said.

The disappointment couldn’t be hidden on Jimin’s face. Yoongi gave another smile and held out his hand. “Can I see your phone?”

Obediently, Jimin handed over his phone, already knowing what Yoongi was going to do.

Yoongi typed in his number, handing it back to Jimin. “There. You said you were good at math, so show me what you can with my number.” Yoongi took a few steps back, waving at him. “Text me when you’re free, okay?”

“I will hyung!” Jimin smiled, holding his phone close to his chest.

Heading back to his dorm, Yoongi felt a vibration from his phone.

Grabbing it from his pocket, he unlocked it to see a message waiting for him.  

Unknown: Hi hyung, it’s Chim Chim
Unknown: [Image attached]

pun doodle

Yoongi rolled his eyes at lame picture. For the hell of it, he sent a message back.

Yoongi: [Image attached]

 pizza pun

Chim Chim: ∠( ᐛ  ∠) ∠( ᐛ  ∠)

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Five months later

“Hey Yoongi-hyung?”

“...Hn…”

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I need to walk by again?”

“Jimin-ah, it’s three A.M. and we’re in bed.”

“Okay, but I can get up and walk if you need me to.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Yes hyung…”