#just give me a college that's not insanely overpriced and takes my credits and has a decent game programming or design degree!

[melonpond]

Me: "hmmm I really would like to pursue a career in programming, game programming if possible. But I'm not great at creating habits or structure for myself which makes trying to teach entire subjects to myself or stick with a really long tutorial difficult. So I'll find a college that offers game programming or a game design/development degree that emphasizes programming!"

Every single guide on the internet when someone asks about game related degrees: "actually that's a waste of time and money and you should like. spend five years in front of your computer magically creating games from scratch via only youtube videos and incredible amounts of motivation"

[burorahoshikein]

Sky Company

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (feat. Yoongi)

Genre: fluff ??

Words: 1,678

Warning(s): f-word and yoongi got exposed for saving adult vids lol

Author’s Note: IM REALLY SORRY IF ITS SHITTY (AGAIN)

Gif below is not mine, all credits goes to the owner.

     “So you’re going home this holiday, sweetheart?” It’s going nearer to the end of the year, you have spent 2 years abroad and leaving your family behind for college, but you never let a holiday spend alone without going back home. The hope in your father’s voice could be heard through the phone, and you’re certain your mother is standing next to him, with curiosity in her face waiting for your answer.

     “I don’t think I can, father. I’m sorry, but these college things, assignments and all— I gotta finish them.” You’re actually planning to surprise them with your sudden presence. As the fact that disasters could come anytime, anywhere, you contacted one of your cousins first before actually arranging the plan.

     “Oh… Shame… But alright then, we both understand. We hope the best for you, love.” Joy in his voice turned to disappointment very quick. You try your best to hide the smile away – even though they can’t see you smiling – and the excitement from your voice, you play pretend to be heard as if you’re very exhausted and on the verge to cry.

     “Thank you, father, for your support. Tell mum I really miss her apple pie. Alright I gotta go, talk to you later, dad! I love you!” You hang up the phone after they shout ‘Goodbye’ really loud. In the speed of light, you open your laptop and reserve a flight ticket to your hometown, the departure date, 23rd December… crap it’s expensive, 20th… okay, perfect. You mumble to yourself with your eyes focused on the screen, not realizing your friend, Yoongi, is standing by the door.

     “You keep on talking by yourself but yet you always told me you’re not insane. You good at lying, y/n.” His sarcasm is beyond your level, and sometimes you can’t even tell if he’s being sarcastic or angry.

     “Shit—you scared the heck out of me. What are you doing here? I don’t have more porn videos.” One time, you caught him saving an adult movie on his laptop while you were borrowing it for printing your assignment. 

     “God, can you stop talking about it? True or false; everyone watches porn, including you. Don’t lie to yourself.” Yoongi getting pissed is your biggest mood of all time, probably your favourite.

     “Well at least my kinks are better than yours,” you let out a mischievous laugh. “I don’t know, can you stop being sarcastic and pop up out of nowhere unexpectedly?” Once a fire is off from you, it made him actually stop talking and buzzing some nonsense words. He takes a sit on your bed and observes your laptop screen.

     “Coming home near Christmas… Typical.” His back falls harshly to your bed, letting out a sigh as his eyes focusing on the sunrays shining to the ceiling through your blinds. He doesn’t need to reserve a ticket and travel miles away like you, since his parents’ house is still in the same area with the university. 

     “So you’re going from when ‘til when?” He grabs a tiny bounce ball from the drawer beside the bed and throwing it to the wall in front of him.

     “20th December until… still deciding, probably on the first week of January. Hope you don’t miss me for going away that long.”

     “I’d rather die than missing you.”

     “If I see your name on my phone log then you have to treat me.”

     “Deal.”

     The date finally arrives. You have packed for everything, not forgetting the plane ticket and some snacks for you to eat on the cabin, you know, the food up there is pretty overpriced. Waiting for your name to be called got you hungry. Don’t want to eat all of the snacks you bought, you open a pack of chewing gum, you have this theory if you chew a gum until your jaw is tired, hunger is cancelled. Your eyes wander around the room, scanning for something interesting, all of a sudden your phone vibrates, a text coming in

     13.43 | Mean af Yoongi      “Good flight. Don’t get lost by the sea or you’ll going to vex the whole population of the world.” “Unbelievable.” You mumble.

     13.44 | You.      “Oh fuck off.” This prick… Switching the phone off might help.

     Continuing from the last spot your eyes were scanning, you overheard a conversation between someone who’s around your age and his parents.

     “Promise me you’ll come home every Christmas, okay? Take care of yourself, don’t cause trouble, don’t drink, don’t go cl—“ The tall boy cuts off his mother’s words – she seems to be his mother, who else would worry that much than a mother?

     “Ma, don’t worry, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll come back every holiday. Even if I get the chance to I’ll definitely come home.” The boy holds his anxious mother’s hands tightly and places it right in front of his chest. His father standing behind his mother begin to give him some man advices and tapping on his son’s shoulder several times.

     Finally, they call out the passengers to board the plane. You hurriedly repack the things you unpacked before and walk to the gate where the flight attendants check your ticket. In front of you, stood the boy whose conversation with his parents you overheard on. Damn he’s taller than me. As soon as you enter the cabin and found your seat, you struggled to place your bag on the bag storage above the seat.

     “Here let me help you.” Your head instantly turn to your left, where you see that boy giving you his hands and the warmest smile you have ever seen. Refusing his help seems a bad idea at this point, so you give him your bag and go to your seat, letting him set your bag’s position by himself. And surprise, he turns out has his seat next to you.

     “Thank you very much, uh what’s your name?” You lift one eyebrow.

     “It’s Namjoon, Kim Namjoon. Oh, don’t mention it, I just like to help people.” He seems a shy boy, he smiles from the beginning until the end of his sentence.

     “That’s very nice of you. By the way, I saw you earlier on the waiting room, having some talk with your parents about life, eh?” Does that sound too straight off to the point?

     “Oh… yeah. You know, parents’ anxiety when they send their child off for college.” One habit of his: rubbing his hands when he’s talking.

     “I know that feeling really well.” You let out a small chuckle. “So you’re just starting your college?”

     “Yeah, I started late though.” He pulls his lips to one side, making a deep dimple on his left cheek. “By the way, I don’t know your name…” 

     “Oh yeah, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is y/n. I’m a college student too, year 3.” Isn’t that unnecessary?

     “Wow you must be really experienced. How does it feel like?” This b— guy, is really talkative. Throughout the long flight, he always has new topics for maintaining the never-ending conversation, it only stops if one of you had to go to the lavatory, then resume where it left. The more he opens his mouth, the more you know about him; from his family to how he got the name God of Destruction from his friends. 

     The ‘eternal’ conversation eventually comes to an end where he decided to take a short nap, and to be honest, you need a nap too thanks to the longest conversation you’ve ever had. Usually, it needs some time for you to sleep on a plane since your ears pops easily and the turbines sound disturbs you, but this time is worse – Namjoon, who is already in his dreamland, snores loud as hell. You really wanted to stop the snore, but as you turn your head facing him, he actually looks cute with his headband holding his hair back, his arms inside his jacket pockets, and his head keeps on falling. You can’t help but laugh quietly, until he wakes up by himself.

     “Are we here yet?” He quietly asks you with his husky voice thanks to sleep.

     “No, approximately,” you took a closer look to the small TV attached to the seat in front of you. “47 minutes more.”

     “What—did I sleep that long?” His eyes got widen as if he’s really surprised.

     “No, you didn’t, we had that long conversation, remember?” You say, almost whispering while staring into his beautiful monolid eyes.

     “Oh… yeah, we did. I almost forgot about that,” he flashes a dimple-y smile before saying another word, starting another conversation. He even expresses his passion for rapping and he really shows you his rapping skill, which is no joke. This guy is really amazing, you thought, he got the brain, the talent, the looks, what’s more he could ask for?

     The time flies so fast, the plane finally lands safely. Have to admit, you actually don’t want to say goodbye to Namjoon. You never really do this before, but you straight up ask him for his number, even gives him your address if he needs something – you even ask him to have dinner on your house. 

     “That’s a nice idea, you know, I’m free tonight, so I’ll come to your house, can I?” You never expect a guy – a cute one – to come to your house, having dinner with you.

     “Of course. Dress nicely, okay? First impression is important.” You joke around. First impression, who is he? Your new boyfriend? Why did I say that?

     You turn your phone on to call your cousin that you have landed safely, but 1 second after turning it on the notification screen is filled with Yoongi’s text, and – wait what is this? One missed call from him?!

18.10 | You “Get your wallet ready, cause you’re going to treat me. By the way, I think I’ve found someone cute, he’ll come to my house tonight for dinner. I’ll tell you how it’d going to be.”

21.22 | You “He’s taking me out tomorrow.”

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