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Let's not forget about the fact that Yoongi was already late. Even if it was barely 15 minutes, it felt quite unprofessional to him. Technically, the call was about work and everything job-related (not his job though) — in reality it had nothing to do with any of that. He liked to believe they left the ‘it’s just a job’ phase somewhere in the past. Most likely on their “date” not too long ago.
Holding onto the given deadlines, schedules and precise time limits or, well… trying to do so. Being (overly)punctual and on time, keeping and preventing everything from being delayed even by a minute, or what worse, late—that was a scenario that couldn’t ever happen. And Min took all the necessary precautions to make sure it stays like that.
Sometimes his ways of preventing that oh-so terrible "catastrophe" could get a bit too much. Almost maniacal checking his watch, or any clock within his sight at least twice, and then another time to make sure he read the time correctly. Keeping a minimum of four calendars, all in regular use; first two on his work computer and laptop for outside work use, the other two on the phone and a notebook one. During the times busier than usual, which meant even greater amount of work that had to be urgently done, he even had a standee desk calendar right in the middle, in the place secluded from all the music equipment gathered on his desk. That way there’s no chance he would miss it!
Everything, even the simplest thing such as a package with food for his fluffy friend Min Holly being delivered on that day, was written down in all these calendars. The exact date, place and if possible, precise time as well.
It was only the beginning of a quite lengthy list of things Yoongi did “just to make sure” he doesn’t miss out on anything.
One could call it professional, treat it as a good thing and maybe compliment it from time to time. In reality it wasn’t exactly the best thing, which turned into a not so great habit over the time: fear.
Fear of what? Missing out on an important business meeting because he’s such a perfect and flawless employee? That’s nothing more than a cheap lie. No one would buy that.
Having your every step being watched by three, or more, pairs of hateful eyes, all waiting for the moment you stumble or fail completely, was really messing with his mind. Especially if started at such a young age, and constantly kept on like that till this day. Yoongi knew they would never stop doing that. Even indirectly since they weren't there to actually watch and wait for the very moment he failed. They kept on doing so, but indirectly. Nothing changed.
If the saying “people learn from their mistakes” was true, then why didn't it work in Min’s case? Why Yoon not succeeding, which was seen and considered a mistake, would end up far, far away from learning from said mistakes?
In this case in the role of learning and knowing better than to make the same, not the best, decision again would be replaced by apologizing. Saying sorry and begging to be forgiven for all his “wrongdoings”. His dreams and beliefs that were nothing more than acting against his own family. A small group made of people that were supposed to be the closest ones to him. And the complete opposite of what they stubbornly believed in.
Just the thought of having to come back there, to his “home”, to those people that he wished were nothing more than a bunch of strangers to him - it itself was terrifying enough. Add having to apologize for nearly, surely the majority, of the decisions he’s ever taken in his whole life. Those two possible endings separately were shitty enough. When combined they created something truly unbearable.
Yoongi didn’t even want to imagine how it would have to feel. He did it once, and it was a mistake. After all, no one, not a single person would want to know how it feels to have their heart ripped out of their chest and crushed, while they can feel every single draught of wind, the smallest touch or breath of air feels like a harsh stab.
Wanting to avoid any situations that could lead to something anywhere close to his absolute worst case scenario, that’s exactly how he ended up, with a pile of sticky notes and to-do lists. With an unhealthy amount of calendars and his quite worrying habit of checking the time every three minutes.
Quite literal top of the iceberg.
Even if it provided him with an almost realistic, stable and undeniable feeling that he, in fact, had control over things. From the pointless stuff happening around him, through smaller or bigger matters and affairs, to everything else.
Sure it was rather unusual, or straight out weird, but in the long run—it actually worked.
Control freak tendencies showing? Maybe? Just slight!
As if his life wasn’t already messed up enough. Things surely weren’t all smiles and glitters. Definitely far from the idealised happy go lucky. Or at least pleasant, that everyone would imagine after hearing what he achieved in his life at such a young age, and how many digits are in his bank account. That's all people care about anyway.
Nor did it fully meet all the criteria considered when it comes to a typical, total and complete disaster.
Did he have a roof over his head, heck even his own room? Sure he did. How about a place to eat and sleep? There wasn’t a single problem with that. Maybe except one time he was a step away from getting kicked out of the house for a whole week, after his parents got to know about the highschool music class stunt he pulled off.
It needs to be said that the house the Min family lived in wasn't just any roof over the head.
A big, truly beautiful mansion that itself was a work of art. Over the top, pretty much weird and exaggerated, or what people with the right sense of taste liked to call ‘exquisite decor’; enormous, magnificent garden resembling a mini park, filled with all kinds of bushes, trees and occasional flowers, coming in all imaginable shapes, colors and sizes. That is how their modest and cozy, slightly above-average house looked like.
What’s a rich, huge house with a useless statue, representing... God only knows what that ugly creature was, perfectly in the middle of their driveway. The Min “family” will never know.
All that separated off from the outside world with a high, seemingly endless fence and massive gate with some sort of strange looking ornaments all over it.
As long as the elevation was elegant enough and showed off the family’s wealth—as it should—no one, not a single person cared about what was happening inside the four (in that case more) walls.
Speaking of family, all the close ones were there. No one was missing, which in reality may not have been as good as it sounds. His parents, by some miracle, were still together and having a great time while slowly ruining their own son's life. Step by step. Piece by piece. Fully aware of what they were doing. With the foolish belief that all the harm they caused, more commonly known as their oh-so excellent and flawless shitty parenting style, would “fix” their poor excuse of a son, and teach him a lesson he seemed to desperately need.
“It could have always been worse.”
At least that’s what they all said. Non-damn-stop. Like an irritating as hell, annoying beyond all the limits of human endurance, broken record that everyone wished to stop already, and most likely never have to hear again. Being thrown away was the least violent death for that devilish thing. Smashing it into the smallest, tiny pieces was the perfect way on how to deal with that annoying spawn of the devil.
Too bad it didn't work the same way in real life. With people.
You can’t throw them away. Nor smash them. Not when the adults, who are older and have more life “experience” are talking.
Their “talking” was just a quite lengthy word vomit, a commonly known thing among the students. The life saver when it came to writing essays or anything longer than five sentences, but in real life nothing more than a bunch of empty bullshit that could be easily summarized as a, quite literal, “it is what it is” or even worse, a “you’ll be fine” followed by a stiff, meaningless pat on the shoulder.
That damned pat on the shoulder!
“It could have always been worse”, some extremely powerful words we have here. Noble and beyond helpful. Painfully (not)sincere. Dripping with vile (dis)honesty.
Something so, so incredibly precious. Something one could be dying to hear. What more, make it their motivation to keep on going and push through all the obstacles in the way; make it their hope for the better. Believe in those words.
What a shame such heartfelt words are being thrown around so easily, so carelessly. It’s honestly quite amazing. Terrifying and worrying as well, but just a bit. One, wrongly and irresponsibly used sentence is seen as a perfect, flawless solution to all the possible problems out there. A golden life advice from the elders that was supposed to make everything better. Make it right and get rid of all the world’s problems the exact second they’re being said. Just like a powerful magic spell!
Truly irreplaceable way to fill the void in one’s heart with hope for the better.
But, better... what?
Better rest of the day, after hearing the same, monotonously repeated, shit for the nth time; after seeing all those fake blank smiles, carelessly thrown left and right? Maybe better paycheck at work, since money always comes first? Better life goals and aspirations so that he won't end up as a failed man with his life ruined because of some stupid childhood dreams?
Let’s take it a step further and do it one better—how about a better family since his own one is nothing more than a bunch of shallow, shitty assholes?
The most powerful weapon doesn’t work as it should, as it’s originally destined to, if used the wrong, irresponsible way. That was the case in this exact situation. The weapon, being that bunch of words put together without a single hint of care, words that only seem powerful, was in fact used the incorrect way. The half-assed, insincere and straight out shitty way.
No wonder the “advice” didn’t work.
Despite all that piled up, these words were pretty much everything he could ask for in terms of help. That one sentence was the most he would ever receive, when he got the courage and decided to speak up what’s on his mind and in his heart.
Since a young age, he knew all too well that no one took him and his problems seriously.
All those wannabe Mother Teresa's with pitying, sometimes even mocking smiles plastered on their stupid faces. It wouldn’t be without the classic, beyond annoying, pat on the shoulder.
Yoongi already had it worse.
His little calendar problem, or a slight obsession, wasn’t as much of a disaster as it might seem for an outsider. Or anyone except for the founder and the very dedicated executor of said idea—in that case, Yoon himself.
Sure, it was bothersome as hell, especially when he’s busy and all over the place with deadlines mercilessly chasing after him and new work piling up. The whole writing down the same thing over and over again, multiple times. Keeping the track of both: all these calendars as well as everything noted down previously. Let’s not mention trying to keep that scribbled down mess under control, all neat and tidy. The ravenette gave up on that a long while ago. All those little responsibilites came with his newfound "hobby"—they themselves took a lot of work. Not only that, but also the necessary effort that had to be there, in order to even start the work and get it done. Yet the most important of them all had to be the time, which he rarely ever had.
As an openly workaholic and proud of that person, Min going on a break for no particular reason other than getting his coffee or a quick trip to the bathroom and back, was a sight that… no one got to witness. He got used to his active, not in a sporty way, type of lifestyle that now, changing it or going back is nearly impossible. Nothing to complain about though. He very much liked it and preferred it that way.
It wasn’t a complete disaster. Nor was it a weird kind of blessing. Even if it seems like a good, rather positive and quite useful thing that is meant to help out those with poor time management and organization skills.
In the long run, it definitely wasn’t a good thing. After all, it did not end up being yet another of his many professional flaws, just because. There was a clear, obvious and specific reason behind it. To be fully honest, over time, quite a lengthy list of these flaws has accumulated. Yoongi swore he could not get rid of them. No matter how hard he had tried to do so, or at least successfully cover them up so that they’re not showing; so that he won’t give himself away.
It obviously wasn’t anything to be proud of.
Getting used to all the little nuisances bothering him left and right, following and accompanying him anywhere he happened to be, non-stop, wasn’t anything hard. By any means of this word. In fact, it was exactly the opposite of that. It was so, so incredibly easy it happened by itself.
It’s no surprise that living with—and as time passed by, subconsciously growing used to these weird ‘habits’—was easier than trying to forcefully avoid them. Not to mention getting completely rid of them. The chance of succeeding, in either of said cases, was extremely slim.
Especially if it was one, big pain in the ass he had to put up with and deal with nearly everyday.
Most of the time all these flaws, that were beyond bothersome, and a bunch of other not exactly flattering words, ended up messing up with most, if not all aspects of his life. To a greater or lesser extent, but they were everywhere. Especially there, where he needed them the least, or not at all.
It wasn’t any different from a highly oppressive and tiring, like three grueling marathons in a row, straight out useless and completely unnecessary habit. A weird practice, that with time passing by, became a tad bit too much.
The older of the two calling later than he originally planned, aimed for and had the intentions of following said plan—it itself was a problem. There’s no point in denying that. To make the situation even better, it wasn’t the only obstacle on Yoon’s way of achieving what he wanted (needed).
One moment, Min thought that he was dealing with the type of problem that should not be ignored, that could possibly affect the outcome of his whole ‘mission’. Not even a second later, something else showed up. An even bigger, even worse problem arose. It could easily make everything thrice as hard as it already was.
The thing is… Yoongi had a feeling .
An oddly specific one, to be exact.
Min didn’t have a solid reason for thinking that way, nor believing any of that but was it necessary in this situation? Absolutely not. He didn’t need it anyway. That’s because he swore blind he was sure; he knew.
He had a strong impression that today Seok will be as stubborn as before, if not more. The main reason behind that could be the topic Yoon wanted to go over during today’s call. It might be the reason, but it doesn’t have to be, right? Something was telling him that achieving his little goal—which was playing a huge, probably the most important part in fulfilling the mission he set for himself— won’t be as easy as he would like, and hoped for it to be.
Call it a weird kind of telepathy that, for now, is in the developing, forming and strengthening phase, which still has a long way to go before becoming anything serious and useful in any way—or whatever else it could be, but one thing's for sure. It’s there, and it works!
Why something as strong, rather mysterious, perceived as scary and frightening, quite intimidating and oddly intimate, as telepathy?
Because… Yoongi wasn’t wrong.
Wasting even more time that he already did not have, unnecessary thoughts, all the annoying what if’s and rehearsing what he wanted to say again, obviously won’t work in his favor. Nothing seemed to do so. Nor was it much of a help either.
Min took one last, deep and calming breath, before dialing the younger’s number and just went for it.
What could possibly go wrong?
“I think we need to talk”
A quiet “Huh?” coming from the other end of the tline. That was all Yoongi got in response. And then: silence. The younger of the two didn’t even know what to say! Again, neither hi, hello or good morning nor kiss my ass. Seems like the older just went for it.
Whatever that it was.
Talk? About what? Hoseok thought to himself. What was there to talk about? Yoon’s tone didn’t make it seem like a casual, friendly kind of talk. He seemed really, really stressed and tense. Maybe a bit pissed off too.
Was hanging up the last time the topic was brought up, seriously not enough?
Even if it was completely unintentional because Hobi himself got quite surprised by that, and maybe overthought that for the rest of the week,it doesn’t make it any less important. It still counts!
“No... let me say that again,” Yoon sighed. For some, very much unknown reason, Seok could picture the elder pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance when he had to repeat himself. Redhead couldn’t help but giggle quietly at that.
For a second his mind took a wrong turn which resulted in him innocently wondering… was Yoongi still dressed as handsomely and looked as attractive as in the picture he got earlier today? The same picture that was a step away from giving him a severe heart attack, or worse, nearly putting him in cardiac arrest!
But, it was just a quick and harmless thought. Nothing more. Yeah, definitely .
Truth be told, Hoseok saw over a million (if not more) pictures today, but for some odd and unspecified reason, that one, exact photo got stuck in his mind. What’s worse (not really) is that it didn’t seem to want to leave anytime soon.
“We need to talk.” There Min was, sighing again for the nth and definitely not the last time that day.
Usually, both talking and texting with Hope, anything that involved the younger, made him feel refreshed, recharged and a bunch of other, very nice and positive stuff. The same kind of refreshed as if after taking an ice cold shower on an unbearably hot day. Daily activities revolving around the smiley redhead made him as recharged as that second, or sometimes third, additional espresso shot in his all-time favourite killer coffee-like mixture he drinks every day.
When he sees Hoseok, when he can witness that bright smile and have the living sun physically right in front of him—he sure feels recharged; times three.
Three thousand.
It feels the same as if he drank his usual pitch black and most likely poisonous drink. As if his eyes started closing involuntarily, but he had to keep on working on yet another very important thing. Then, a snap of a finger, in this situation his (daily) dose of Hobi-related activities, and he was as good as new.
Hoseok truly was like a handful, two or more, way beyond just a bunch of those smiley vitamin jellies. The ones we all loved as a kid. There was probably something highly addicting added to them since we were allowed to eat just one per day, yet everyone wanted more and more. The amount of effort put into coming up with more and more creative ways on how to get more jellies was something beyond amusing.
Something about Hope was addicting.
Spending time with the younger meant truly an amazing time. It was a guarantee of a genuine smile staying on his usually not-so happy and tired face. Something most would mistakenly call expressionless or grumpy. Seok caused the older of their two to have a smile so big, he felt his cheeks sting. In a good way though! Be it a hangout with the smiley redhead, a simple text from him or a phone call—it made him grin silly.
This time, however, Min came here with a slightly different intention in his mind. He came here to make a certain deal, to win over a certain someone, change their mind and accomplish his little mission which was quite a challenge; convince Hoseok to go with him and have a wedding .
That was his number one goal to achieve today. Despite one tiny obstacle on his way— Seokie being uncooperative, yet again—Min Yoongi had quite high expectations set for today’s call. The older wasn’t a person who gave up easily, no matter what it was. This time was no different.
Yoon, once again, was met with silence.
“What?” Hoseok asked with a nervous giggle. He didn’t even realize when and how, but he totally zoned out for a bit. There’s no point in denying that. It was just a few seconds though! Seems like nothing too bad, but it resulted in him completely missing what Yoongi said. It wasn’t intentional though.
He swore, he really, really didn’t mean to! He would never purposely ignore or ghost the older! It’s just— that one picture of Min was still actively haunting him; not letting him focus on his priorities and all the other important stuff.
“I won’t repeat myself again,” Yoongi groaned, now leaning back in his heavenly comfortable chair. He slept in it a whole lot more times than he did in his actual bed. Or at least on the couch. “We have to talk, and it’s serious.” The older of the two repeated, putting an oddly strong emphasis on the second word. It’s not that he didn't want to talk to the younger, cause let’s be honest, when does he not want to? Even if his seemingly irritated tone of voice could hint otherwise. It’s just the fact that even if he preferred a lighthearted conversation about something he genuinely wants to talk about, today he couldn’t do so the way he wanted to.
“Oh my—don’t start it like that! It’s scary,” Hoseok said, with that big, brighter than the sun itself times three, smile audible in his voice. The same smile the older couldn’t look away from. Not even for a second.
It wasn’t far from the truth though. Seok, in fact, was grinning silly!
What Yoon said and the way he did that, strongly reminded him of when he was younger and his parents used to say the same exact thing to him. The fear that instantly washed over him and swarmed him whole after he heard these terrifying words— made him run over all the bad things he possibly said or did, list all these all together with other sins and wrongdoings he committed. Both the bigger, more significant ones, the ones definitely getting him in big trouble, as well as the smallest ones that were barely considered as something bad. After hearing the one magical sentence he was ready to spill it all. It didn’t really matter that no one mentioned anything about trouble, or anything related in any way to what was running through the younger’s mind. It’s quite funny how it just happened, all by itself.
Yoongi didn’t question why and where did the scary in his sentence come from but, he paid no mind to that. As much as he would love to start just any topic possible he could come up with, literally anything, and listen to Hobi till the end of the time and a bit more, that’s not what he came here for. At least today.
“The thing is—” Min started, but he was not allowed to finish what he was saying. Not even one, full sentence. Yet again! Ah, there goes Hoseok and his pretty much typical cutting in when someone else was speaking. Somehow, that person always ended up being Yoongi.
For some, the younger’s quite peculiar way of having a conversation, or rather interrupting it that way, might come off as not exactly so well-mannered, and most likely rude behavior. That’s just the way he was.
Min Yoongi was a rather very straightforward person who prefers getting to the point over all the small and pointless talks, since they’re just a waste of his precious time. Not that he had even a minute to spare on anything that was not strictly his work, or at least something incredibly closely related to that.
Despite that, he got used to the quite unique way younger held his conversations fairly quickly. Definitely far quicker than he would ever expect, and it didn’t bother him at all! Even if it might not really seem like it.
“Wait… is it what I think it is?” Seokie purposely dragged his ‘what’ out (it had twenty seven a’s and he said them all out loud) with his eyebrows just slightly furrowed. As if he was a detective thinking on how to solve a mildly complicated case. Except, all he did at the moment was trying to get the slightest idea about what Yoon was going on about today. “Cause if- if it really is, what I think it is about—”
“You didn’t even let me finish, and you’re already trying to twist my words and make up something. As I was saying—” Min quickly cut in, before Hope gets too carried away with the topic.
Not that it was a bad thing! Seeing the redhead talking so passionately about something, literally anything, with that wide, angelic smile of his and gesticulating so vigorously. Oh boy, and those sparkly eyes of his shining a bit brighter when he was excited and holding the whole galaxy and all the stars in them.
It was a truly lovely and beyond wonderful sight to witness, but… he was having none of that today. Just for today he had to put a stop to that.
Being extremely tired, straight out worn off after the whole day of rushing everything, and being rushed, just like he was at the moment. Just because the schedule for one of the groups he’s producing for got pushed in the wrong way, he had to finish at least two weeks worth of work in a span of two days.
Then those two old and ugly hags calling him one after another and bothering him again. It surely was their favourite thing to do.
“Yoongi please, listen to me.”
“No Hobi, you listen to me,” Yoon said, trying to maintain his cool and make sure he did not accidentally lose his temper, or worse—sounded angry. In all honesty, it came out almost pleadingly. He was way too tired to deal with all that and it was really showing.
“I already said no to that, Yoonie.” The younger didn’t even notice the cute nickname slipping. It was the same one he gave Yoongi on their first meeting, the unfortunate family dinner. It just felt so incredibly natural to call the older like that… Like it belonged there since the very beginning, and there’s no other way. “You know what I think about it,” he sighed quietly, before continuing, “I already did what I was supposed to do, when it comes to the whole dinner thing.”
Yeah. Dinner thing. That’s because poor Seokie didn’t have enough courage nor the guts to call them boyfriends. Even if it was a purely fake relationship. Who cares, it’s still some sort of a relationship, and it was just as embarrassing. The little act he got pushed into, without him knowing.
“You said it won’t happen again. It’s a no, Yoon,” Hope mumbled quietly, while fixing himself on his pillow-cramped, soft couch. As if the tiny sofa wasn’t small enough, his fluffy friend took up most of the free space and made it nearly impossible for Seok to rest there comfortably. Not that he could sit straight throughout the whole talk because he couldn’t. It was totally normal for him to not be able to sit straight for longer than fifteen minutes, but today he really outdid himself.
This was slowly getting out of hand.
Yoongi knew, he was well damn aware of the possible risk that comes with the move he is about to make. What he’s about to say, to be precise.
The great amount of all the previous moments where everything— his great act—was on the verge of completely going down and being ruined, flashing in front of his eyes. If at least one of quite a number of these close ones actually happened, the whole intricate plan could fail miserably. It would end, even before it got the chance to get started and put in place. That way, the happy ending could never happen.
Among all these moments, when he was this close to slipping, only now he was starting to fear what could possibly happen after knowingly taking the wrong turn.
Well, who’s not taking the risk won’t be drinking the champagne… or was it about biscuits? No matter what it was, a glass, or a whole bottle of some fine perfectly chilled champagne— it would surely do him well now. Oh, definitely.
Such a sweet creature, precious, adorable and tiny looking Hoseok. How dangerous can he be? Too gentle to throw a proper punch with those delicate hands of his. Maybe a weak slap, that’s all he would expect from a seemingly harmless Seok, and that would probably be it. Probably, because who knows how the younger really is when angry, and not over the phone? Too sweet to throw a fit and get angry, other than pout so adorably?
Again, how dangerous can he be?
Not that Min was scared or anything. Knowing Hobi and his sunshine, bright, smiley and rather peaceful nature, he has one less thing to worry about. One problem solved, but… there’s still a whole lot more, a quite sizable mountain of other problems that are yet to be dealt with.
“Think of it as a demo, or something similar to a trailer, of when we —I mean, when you get married one day?” Well, that came out more like a question, which didn’t sound too convincing. His (not-so) slight lack of confidence was starting to show, and his professional work-related vocabulary started slipping in the middle of his sentence. It wasn’t the best combination. Good thing he wasn’t the type of person who would show whenever he’s nervous, or worse, stutter. “Also! Weddings technically are a big party, where you can drink as much as you want and eat fine, five-star meals for free. Who wouldn’t want to get wasted in an elegant, fancy way, instead of drinking like everyone else does? It’s an opportunity of a lifetime!”
Shit. It wasn’t going well. At all.
What Yoon just said was nowhere near the way he planned it. Too bad something made him drift away from the original plan, which resulted in him blurting out whatever the heck it was, instead of saying what he was supposed to say. He even took his time before the call to rehearse his ‘lines’ and make sure he won’t mess up. All the effort put into that only to mess up and do exactly what he was not supposed to do.
Could it be that he… panicked?
The older wanted to say, when they , hopefully, get married one day. Not that he would mind it being with Hoseok. Maybe in a few years from now, who knows. He was well aware it was not the right time for him to say such things. It simply was too early for that. On top of that, it was nothing more than his vivid imagination and exhaustion joining their forces. These two together created a completely false (for now), painfully realistic and highly unreal scenario in his head.
He knew it sounded crazy, but let the man dream.
For the sake of his little mission, his own safety and sanity, he shook his head abruptly. Just to make sure the thoughts that were currently clouding his mind and making it nearly impossible to think straight, will vanish. That they won’t be there when he needs to get a grip and regain control over the situation. He needed them to go away and not come back. At least until they’re done talking.
Better safe than sorry!
Get wasted in an elegant way—what the fuck?! I don’t even know if he drinks or not! Yoongi groaned quietly. Luckily, Seokie’s soft and gentle voice laced with slight amusement made him snap out of his trance that was gradually taking a very wrong turn.
“What?” Hoseok giggled quietly “That doesn’t make sense, Yoonie,” He added in a whisper, with a soft, almost fond smile not leaving his face; not even for a spare second. There's absolutely no point in fighting back a smile like that. He really, really couldn't help it. “Yah, Mickey!” a quiet hiss followed by faint rustling sounds, that’s all that could be heard from the younger's side. Yoon, yet again, did not get the chance to speak up, try to come up with an excuse good enough to explain himself and hope for the best.
Yeah, looking on the bright side of that, progressively getting worse and more complicated, mess, as well as praying fervently to whatever was up, or down there—there's nothing more the older could possibly do now.
On second thought, maybe it’s actually better that Min didn’t get to do that? Who knows how the shitty situation would unfold if he put too much trust in his great, exceeding the imagination, speaking and convincing skills. Looking at the given circumstances, his whole upbringing and current work-life environment, it was honestly no surprise that he was heavily lacking in that area.
Since it is what it is—it could have always been worse—the only outcome of that would be Yoongi dragging himself in even more mess.
“No! Go away~” Seok whined with a small pout decorating his lips and his nose scrunched in a cute way. Being adorable came to him so incredibly easily and effortlessly, Hobi often did not notice that. In fact, he never did. Not even when someone, usually his best friend, pointed it out and backed it up with photo evidence.
It got to the point, he couldn’t even be angry in peace. Angry Hoseok didn’t happen often. Such a rare, but beyond endearing sight to witness. All cute and pouty, in an angry and definitely not cute way; with his cheeks painted slight red, barely anyone took the angry squirrel seriously.
The reason behind the younger’s pout, this eventful night, was that wolf in sheep’s clothing! His fluffy friend having some leftover traits from his wolf descendants—that would make a pretty good and quite reasonable explanation for that troublesome behavior of his. Let’s not mention that Mickey had absolutely nothing in common with these big, bad and strong creatures. Not even a small one. He was nothing alike, but the point stands still.
The thing is that the small bundle of happiness on four legs always goes crazy during the late night hours. When everyone goes to sleep, that’s the time for Mickey to wake up from his peaceful nap and choose violence. He was no different than a kid on a sugar rush after consuming a concerning amount of gummy jellies. This time, the supposed protector of the Jung household decided his usual spot where he was peacefully napping wasn’t enough. Hence why he started rolling around the already cramped couch, taking up most of Hope’s already limited space at the same time. That’s how the fluffball soon ended up lying on top of Hobi and trying to make himself comfortable there. Let’s just say, it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. Mickey didn’t stop there.
Thank God he wasn’t barking at the plants like he did last time.
It wasn’t even a full moon today.
“Was it to me?” Yoongi chuckled wholeheartedly and smiled that kind of smile. A fond and affectionate to the point it could be easily mistaken for a fully whipped kind of smile was in its full glory on his face.
Let’s be honest, it was a very much, genuinely whipped smile. There’s no point in hiding that or beating around the bush, trying to find excuses good enough to cover it up and make it believable. Since there was no one who could witness him in that rather unusual for him state and catch him red-handed, especially Hoseok, Yoon allowed himself to grin like that.
“N-no! Of course not! I-I would never!” Hoseok stuttered out hastily, slightly tripping on his own words. The younger wanted to say more. He wanted to make double, if not triple, sure Yoon did not misunderstand him and his previous words, or worse, took offence for that.
These words were directed at the fluffy little beast, better known as Mickey, and were spoken during the moment preceding the great win of a young, brave and fearless warrior Hobi. Said joyful victory was nothing else than the redhead successfully, and most importantly skillfully, convincing his loyal and beloved companion to go back where he came from and staying there.
Sadly, the peace after a great battle did not last too long.
One thing Jung wasn’t aware of was the fact Yoon could hear everything. From the quiet rustles and hectic movements, to what he was saying to Mickey. Literally everything. Seems like moving the phone away wasn’t enough to mask that messy situation going on in there. How embarrassing! Great job. I outdid myself this time!
“Ah Yoongi, I think—I think I have to go.” His sentence was, once again, interrupted. This time it was his fault, with a quiet yawn perfectly in the middle of his speech. Seems like the exhaustion from the whole busy day spent mostly on translating and checking an ungodly amount of documents was starting to hit him like a huge wave. All at once.
His tired smile blooming prettily on his face was a great proof for that. It wasn’t as bright as most of the time; it wasn’t completely dimmed either. If Hope’s smiles are a perfect representation of the sun itself, this one was like a late sunset. Slowly coming to an end. The sun has already given way to the moon, yet the beautiful, bright and colorful paintings on the sky are left behind.
The redhead was incredibly worn out. To the point all the exhaustion was heavily laced in his voice. It was impossible not to hear it.
As a small act of self care—something quite important, yet it was so easy to forget about it, especially if it’s Hope we’re talking about—he refused to check what is the time now. He did so for a simple reason, in fear of facing the harsh reality and seeing how many hours of sleep he will get today.
“Sure thing, baby,” Yoon hummed softly, with a lazy smile stretching across his face. He understood the circumstances in which they found themselves all too well. After all, Min himself was not doing exactly the best at the moment. Staying fully awake and acting so, using his words in a decent, wise way so that what he says makes sense or being rational, was in over his head at the moment.
“Bye bye~” Seokie replied to him cutely. He was extremely worn out at this point since his mind was playing dumb tricks on him.
What tricks? For example, the one just now. There’s no way Yoon would call him ‘baby’, right? It must’ve been nothing more than a silly creation of his tired mind. Even though Hobi couldn’t help but smile brightly at the pet name he only thought he noticed.
With that pretty smile on his face, Hoseok ended the call.
It was just a matter of a few short seconds, before Hobi made a brave decision to get himself together and move to the bedroom. He had to be quick. Otherwise he would end up sleeping on the couch, and that wasn't something he would thank himself for tomorrow. Especially if he wakes up halfway on the floor which was all too likely to happen.
After lazily getting up from the couch, with a quiet and pained sigh, he made his way over to the bedroom, sweeping the floors with his beloved fluffy blanket at the same time. Let's not mention the fact he tripped over the poor thing far too many times for it to be considered normal. Or the fact how terribly the blanket has been mistreated at the moment.
It took Seok only a few steps to reach his destination and hit the bed. Landing flat on it in a starfish position with his face pressed into his huge, fluffy and cold pillow, and the fluffy blanket thrown lazily over him. There were two last steps to deal with before departing to the dreamland. First was locating his long kitty plushie and cuddling it close. The second one being the most important one— fixing the blanket so that it’s all neat and wrapped tightly around him.
Without any, even the tiniest, free spaces so that no demons get to Hope in his sleep, he dozed off.
No doubt it was a long and utterly eventful day, full of a few certain surprises. With all the ‘exciting’ and very much unexpected events happening today, combined with all the stress and exhaustion slowly built up throughout the day, it was no wonder the younger fell asleep so incredibly quickly.
Hoseok slept so heavily, like a baby, that he didn’t hear a few quiet notifications going off on his phone.
Yoon :] : i’m sure you’re asleep by now
Yoon :] : you sounded so tired
Yoon :] : i’m sorry for keeping you up so late
Yoon :] : goodnight, Hoba
Yoon :] : sleep well :)