Okay so let me explain why I'm awkwardly sitting in front of a blonde-hair 18 year old that seemed to be ignoring my existence.

So apparently a few hours ago, I was granted this once in a lifetime oppurtunity of partnering up with a so-called "musical genius"  by my favourite teacher in the world, Mr. Kim, yay. Anyway, once he announced my partner, everyone erupted into murmurs and based on what my amazing ears could take up, my partner was actually a really big shot. But I had never heard of this Min Yoongi or this Suga so I quickly grabbed Jungkook after class before he could leave and asked him. He gave a overly dramatic look of shock and continued.

"Impossible, have you never heard of the great Suga?"

"Wait, I thought his name was Yoongi?"

He gave a look of genuine disbelief this time and explained it to me .

"Min Yoongi or as he would like to be called Suga is a natural borne prodigy. Ever since he stepped in here, he has been getting straight As and requests to go overseas to further his studies but some odd reason he continues to stay here. But it's good for the school anyway. He's the school main source of income and ever since the public heard of him, he became our school mascot and is the reason why there are so many tracks used for advertisements that belong to him under his copyright, that's right he has a copyright. However, Iheard from some of my buddies that take the same course as him, that he's pretty much a type of person that is impossible to talk to. The only time my buddies saw him converse with words and sentences instead of grunts and nods was with the teachers and the principal. So he's pretty much a teacher's pet."

After the explanation, I sort of got what his personality was about and can I say I did not like it. I don't do well with quiet people and whenever there is no conversation, I feel weird and awkward. Which explains why about three classes later I was sitting here, unable to start a conversation.

Since students in the producing course have their own recording studios, I scoured the entire block looking for his room. Sorry, I have not been there enough times. And once I did find it, I was met with a scowling blonde, motioning to me to sit down. After that, he made no attempt to talk or communicate with me. He just sat there, typing away on his laptop.

Unable to take the silence any longer, I spat out.

"So, what are we going to d..do today?"

Good job Saeri, you just made yourself look like a complete stuttering idiot.

He then turned to me and for the first time that day he actually made eye contact and then he pulled a bored face. Still without words, he pulled something out of his bag put it on his face. G-glasses?

Trying to keep it in but failed, I bursted out into laughter. He whipped his head around and glared at me.

"What are you laughi