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As The Drilling Goes...

Pairing: YoongixReader Genre: Slice-of-life, fluff, comfort Word Count: 1,837 Disclaimers: Lots of venting, anger and mentions of violence for comedic purposes. Also some brief references to the current pandemic. - Continuation to When The Bell Rings Summary: As the saying goes, “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” You wish that was the problem but fluffy chicks aren’t the latest problem in your apartment. And this time, you are out for blood. Author’s note: I’m back again. So soon? Because I had to let out all my annoyance. Yes, drilling did happen at my apartment and the noise was no joke. At one point, I had really wished very hard for a sledgehammer so I could pound some ounce of basic courtesy and decency into my apartment manager’s skull. Unfortunately, that did not happen and that’s how this fic came to be. I’m praying really hard that there’ll be no more renovations tomorrow...

You had had a great Thursday. You were feeling proud of what you had accomplished. Not only had you completed one assignment, but you were also already halfway through finishing the second one. Things were going swimmingly. So it was only logical you had thought your Friday was going to go just as well and maybe, even better. 

All that was left for the week was your final lecture of the day, and you would be free. Free, being relative since you still had a fair amount of tasks to complete but at least, no more online lectures for the day! Plus, the weekend was just around the corner. There was just no way today could go badly.

However, as you turn on your laptop, you can't help the n-th sigh that escapes your lips as you think about your upcoming class.

Online lectures were horrible, and there was no point denying it any further. 

At first, the idea of staying in your room sounded awesome. No more having to wake up early and no more having to commute to the university. Even better was that you no longer had to join the 20-minutes long queue to use the elevator every morning. And best of all you didn't have to climb the stairs to avoid the 20-minutes long wait. Being in your own room meant having all the comforts you could need all in arm’s reach. Not to mention, you were still able to get an education. Yay for technology!

However, as months went by, you could no longer push aside the glaring truth. And that was how difficult and tedious online classes were. It wasn't just the content, but everything else that came with it. 

It became increasingly difficult to pull yourself out of bed for morning lectures. Previously, things that had been easy to put aside were now magnetised to your hand. Namely your mobile phone. The notifications on the screen were never-ending and swiping them away was no longer enough to ignore the siren call of your various apps. There were many days where literally anything else was so much more preferable to forcing yourself to sit upright and listen to another human being through a screen. Like, cutting your nails or watching your kettle boil water. 

You wouldn't call yourself the most sociable or studious person; so you weren't happily skipping to the university. However, months of being in confined to your room were enough to admit that you indeed, missed school. 

As a result, and being in such a good mood, you were determined to end your week well. You were going to do your best and give your full attention in class. Your phone will not be distracting you today! 

But, things never go the way we intend, do they?

Already during the first discussion with your classmates, something had gone wrong. When it was finally your turn to share, the microphone of your earpiece had somehow distorted your voice. Which meant, you couldn't be heard without the accompaniment of static. Or at least that was what your classmates were trying to tell you through various frantic gestures. You couldn’t quite tell because just as you had realised the issue, discussion time was over. Everyone had been transferred back to the main room, and you were forced to shut up.

After your break, you were even more determined to pay attention. After all, there was just an hour of lecture left. All that was left was listening to the lecturer's explanation, watching the introductory video, and then participating in the discussion afterwards. Easy-peasy.

Sadly, from the moment the video was played, the same notification kept popping up in the middle of your screen. Your internet connection was unstable. That had never happened before, and you were in the country with the fastest internet speed... What was going on? Not to mention, it was affecting the video quality so you could barely make out what was being shown. 

Next, came the sounds. That really should have been your warning to hightail it out of your room, but you were too focused on catching up. As long as it was still audible, you had a chance. Or so you thought...

With just five minutes left on the video, you should really give yourself a pat on the back for sticking to your plans for once. Unfortunately, the sounds that you had heard before were even louder now. Through your earpiece, you could even make out the dragging of heavy items on the floor. Never mind that. As long as you turn up the volume, you will be fine. You can ignore all the noises.

Unfortunately, before you can increase the volume, the sounds of drilling pierce through your walls. Without a doubt, it is the noisiest thing you have ever encountered in your entire stay at this apartment. It was easily twice as bad as the cursed fire alarm. And the vibrations from the drilling were worse. It felt like a motor had been installed under your table. There was no way you could hear anything, let alone, concentrate on the lesson. 

There was now less than 30 minutes to the end of your lecture and seeing as you were still in your pj's; there wouldn’t be enough time for you to change, grab your things and rush down to a cafe. Furthermore, the drilling was unpredictable. What if they started up again during the discussion later on?

All the accumulated frustration was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. You were left with no choice. Without a moment’s hesitation, you type out a quick explanation and apology to your lecturer and press the red “leave” button on the bottom right of the screen. 

But as soon as you leave, you can't help but feel disappointed with yourself. Earlier, you had so willingly done everything to end the day well. Now, not only had you thrown in the metaphoric towel, you had even left the lecture early. You were also feeling slightly guilty at having given in to your rash thoughts. 

The drilling stops, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts. It might be weird, but perhaps your lecturer would let you re-attend? Unfortunately, the drilling excitedly starts up again, throwing a wrench in your plans. 

You put on your mask (safety first!) and throw open the door looking for the source of the noise. Does it matter if you are wearing your oversized blue koala print sweatshirt and fluffy pants? 

Walking out to the elevator, you see two men dressed in dark blue service attire blinking back at you. Maybe it really wasn't such a good idea to swing that door so hard. What was going on, though? And what were they busy with?

Your mind foggily reminds you of the new manager you had met not too long ago - the same one with the adorable smile. No, you shake your head. Now was not the time for that. That same man had previously promised you that he would be better. He would do the decent thing and actually inform residents in advance, unlike his predecessor!

So ignoring the stares of the bewildered repairmen, you march up the stairs in the exact same fashion as you did last week. This time, however, the door immediately opens, and there is no mistaking Yoongi's response. He was genuinely taken aback by your sudden appearance. Or maybe it was due to the fury in your eyes?

“Err...” He begins. “Good morning to you too, Y/N..?”

Ok, maybe because previously you were decently made up and this time you have fluffy pants on. But the difference couldn't really have been that much! 

“You promised Yoongi!” You begin, in a much louder voice than you had intended.

He visibly winces, “Promised?”

If you could wipe off his apparent confusion, you would, but you hold yourself back. There was no need to mess up that adorable face. Things can be resolved with words. You were not some savage caveman desiring a throwdown, despite your previous actions. You take a deep breath to try and calm down.

“Do you hear the drilling from downstairs?” You ask, “With all that noise, I had to leave my online lecture. Do you know how that feels like? I’m just trying to concentrate and- ...”

Yoongi stops you mid-rant with two gentle hands on your shoulders. “I’m so sorry that happened.” He says, looking directly at you. 

You only blink back at him. No, you aren't going into shock just because he was touching you..!

 “I would have informed you earlier if I had known,” He continues, and there is no mistaking the sincere tone in his voice. “Unfortunately, it must have been arranged before I moved here. I had no idea.”

“You know how Yoonho is," Yoongi says, and his hand automatically reaches for the back of his neck, a sure sign that he is uncomfortable. "He isn’t the greatest when it comes to communication.”

You raise an eyebrow at that.

“My point is," Yoongi quickly declares at your response, "he never informed me about this either. I’m really sorry that you are having such a hard time over this.”

You look into his eyes, and you want to thank him for being so sympathetic, but the drilling has started up again. If you could murder people with a glare, you were sure the repairmen would have been murdered twice over. At least.

“You wanna get out of here?”

“Wh-wha..?” And you hear yourself ungracefully sputter at his question. 

 Yoongi just chuckles at your response. How is it he can laugh at your expense and still look adorable while doing that, the nerve of the man!

He smiles at your audible huff and patiently repeats his question. Frankly, hearing the question a second time doesn't make it easier for you to find an appropriate response. 

“Well, if you don’t mind heading out to a cafe like that,” He says with a quick glance at your outfit. “We can go now. Besides, you are warmly dressed for the season.”

You would respond with an appropriately scathing remark if you could, but again, your thoughts are punctured by the drill. Damn it and its inventor! 

You hurriedly tell Yoongi to give you 10 minutes. You will meet him in front of the elevator on the first floor. He nods at your suggestion and closes the door as soon as you are on your way.

As the two of you stroll towards a nearby cafe, "the coffee is amazing," Yoongi promises, you can’t help the constant side glances you give him. 

Maybe, just maybe the day will not be as bad as you had thought it would be. 

A little while later, when he opens the door to the cafe for you, you find it harder to silence the little voice inside. The same one that is now stubbornly insisting who you have to thank for that. Damn it.