Jimin slowly walked up the stairs to his fifth floor apartment, picking his feet up as if they each weighed 50 pounds. The elevators were getting maintenance done so he wasn’t allowed to use them. Jimin had become spoiled with the elevators and he felt himself already getting out of shape, but after long days with early morning classes and shifts at work until midnight, he wasn’t ever really in the mood to go to the gym. When he finally reached the fifth floor, he walked down the hallway quicker when he noticed that Chanyeol’s door was propped open slightly. He knew he could always visit his hyung after having a rough day. Jimin quietly knocked on the door and peeked his head in slowly, “Chanyeollie? Are you here?”
Chanyeol scratched his head for about the 50th time in the last half hour. “I don’t understand science, and I don’t understand why I even need this course if I’m a business major.” He looked at the scattered notes and papers on his coffee table and sighed. He hadn’t even touched his statistics textbook yet. Not that he would even understand it’s contents, having stayed up till 4 AM with Krishan the night before his lecture. Chanyeol was just about to give up and go out on the balcony for a smoke when he heard the door creak open. “Jiminnie! Come on in. I was just about to die of boredom.”