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Rain hit the windowsill as the storm outside continued to intensify and Yoongi found it humorous as to how it seemed to match Jin’s mood, his anger increasing slowly as the seconds passed.
“I’m not saying you have to go out and talk to strangers,” Jin repeated in a tired voice, staring at the empty cups of ramen clattered around the room. “I’m just saying it would do you good if you spent some time outside - and I mean outside, not outside in the hallway, but outside where you can see the sky - instead of being cooped up in here.”
Yoongi didn’t say anything, he simply tightened the blanket around himself and watched as Jin tossed cup after cup into the trash bag he was holding, a roll of thunder sending shivers down his spine.
“Jesus Yoongi,” Jin continued. “Have you had actual food? No wonder you’re sick, there’s probably - what, 25 ramen cups here?”
“I’ve had food,” Yoongi replied in a soft voice.
“Pizza doesn’t count,” Jin muttered.
“Does too,” Yoongi countered, ready to burst into an explanation of what counts as food and what doesn’t, but changes his mind when he sees the look Jin is giving him.
“Go to sleep Yoongi-ah,” instructed Jin. “I’m going to the store.”
“There’s a storm.”
“And you’re going to die if you don’t get decent food,” snapped Jin at the same time a loud bolt of lightning struck, making Yoongi cringe. “Besides, I’m going to the store at the corner, it’s not far and I’m taking your shitty umbrella.”
“It’s your- never mind,” he turned away from the death glare Jin was giving him again. “Be careful.”
Yoongi starred as Jin made his way out the door, guilt and shame filled his chest as the door closed and he was left alone in his small apartment. Okay so he hadn’t exactly had food in who knows how long, but ramen cups had filled his stomach enough to satisfy his hunger, not that he needed much since his body had long ago adjusted to the small portions of food he’d consume. It wasn’t on purpose though, he didn’t go to starve himself, he just didn’t have the time or he would forget. Sometimes he was too tired to make anything so he’d stand next to the stove, eyes focusing and not focused on anything specific, sometimes he didn’t even know what dimension his mind had wandered off to, he’d be so lost in his own thoughts that it would take a few seconds for his mind to come back to him, then a few more seconds for his brain to register the loud whistling coming from the stove.
The only reason he was even sick was because one of his coworkers had stopped by and coughed all over the place, so really it wasn’t Yoongi’s fault. He wondered, if the probability of getting sick would have been smaller had been eating correctly, but he wasn’t about to tell Jin. He was just glad he hadn’t gotten as sick as his coworker, with only a mild congestion and sore throat, nothing a few cups of tea and sleep couldn’t heal. But when Jin had called and noticed right away the difference in his voice, he had ended the call and thirty minutes later showed up on Yoongi’s door step, glaring and scowling in the only way Jin knew.
“
Two weeks
,” Jin had scowled as he pushed Yoongi aside and let himself in. “Two weeks of you not answering my texts and not even bothering to let your only friend know if you were alive or dead.”
If Yoongi had had the energy and wasn’t sick, he would have replied with a snarky response, but he didn’t have the energy and he did have a mild headache, so he let Jin talk and talk and scowl and complain about how the only thing Yoongi liked to do was worry him.
However, his complaints quickly turned from annoyance to anger once he saw that state of his living room, empty cups of ramen scattered around, dirty mugs placed here and there (really it was only three, one next to his laptop where he did his work, one in the coffee table, and the other was in his hand that had tea in it), his clothes were also scattered around the couch floor (again, it was just five or six sweaters he had discarded quickly, two blankets, one of which was wrapped around, and- okay he did kick his boxers under the couch before he went to open the door, but they were clean, he was pretty sure they were clean) and there was a pile of used tissues next to where Yoongi had made his little nest.
He didn’t fall asleep, not really, the ache on his temples preventing from fully falling in deep slumber. Instead, he closed his eyes, focusing on the storm outside and shivering slightly every time there was a roar of thunder.
He wasn’t scared of storms, he wasn’t , but he couldn’t help the way his heartbeat would speed up ever so slightly or the way a shiver ran down his spine when a loud, bang, of thunder would ring from the sky. He just wasn't fond of the storms, but he loved the rain, not walking in the rain or being out in the rain, but he did like the soft rainy days, when you could still go outside with a jacket and or umbrella and the wind wouldn’t be too fierce or cold that you couldn’t enjoy a walk.
As the minutes passed, he waited to hear the footsteps that indicated Jin had arrived, Yoongi wondered briefly why Jin still stayed by his side. They had been friends since his freshman year in college, they met accidentally. Literally, and now that, that had been Yoongi’s fault even though he claimed otherwise (Yoongi was late to class and ran into Jin, both falling to the floor with papers falling everywhere around them, in a rush of both not wanting to be late, they had accidentally switched notebooks, so Yoongi had to go around campus looking for “broad shoulders, tall, good looking guy” until he found him a few days later, standing where they had run into each other.
“You’re a hard person to find Min Yoongi-sii,” Jin had said when he saw Yoongi walking his way, for a moment he had frowned, wondering how the other new his name when he remembered his name was inside the back cover of the notebook.
“For how giant you are, so are you…” he let the words fade since unlike him, the other hadn’t written his name on the notebook.
“Jin,” Jin smiled, extending Yoongi’s notebook with one hand, “Kim Seokjin.”)
Yoongi didn’t have many friends, his childhood best friend had moved and they lost touch after a few months, Yoongi, by the time he hit high school, didn’t bother making new friends. Of course people knew who he was, but that was because he was good,
really good
at basketball and everyone cheered for him during their games, he was also in band, and in the school’s Student Council (only because he was tired of seeing others get away with shit and he wanted to put a stop to it), so it’s not like he was a loner or an outcast, he just didn’t have any friends he’d want to go visit after school hours and outside of projects. He didn’t see the point since he’d moving after high school.
So when he met Jin, he had expected nothing, but turned out it was the Chemistry notebook that Jin had accidentally taken and had seen the well written notes and work problems, turned out that Jin and Yoongi were both taking the same Chemistry class with the same teacher just at a different time, turned out that Jin needed a tutor, turned out that he asked for Yoongi’s number so he could later bribe him with free coffee until the end of the semester in exchange for tutor lessons.
And Yoongi, Yoongi loves coffee, but he especially loves
free
coffee. So he agreed.
Turns out, Yoongi and Jin stayed friends after their first semester, after their second semester, after their third, and so on until now.
Minutes passed before Yoongi was pulled from his thoughts as the door opened and Jin walked in.
“Why are you here?” Yoongi asked without thinking, the words spilling out of his mouth without control. Jin, still upset with Yoongi, turned and glared.
“Are you losing your mind now Yoongi-ah?” Jin replied with a sigh, heading towards to kitchen, bags on both hands. “Are you more sick than what you’re letting on? Old age already getting to you?”
“Hyung,” Yoongi half pouted. “I mean here- with me - after all these years. Even after that one fight that we had, why are you still here?”
Okay so maybe Yoongi was more tired and out of it than he thought. He usually wasn’t one to question things, he simply accepted the change and made it work. But there were days where the little dark gremling in the back of his mind would pop up, poking one slimy finger at thoughts and causing them to darken, drawing unwanted attention to them. This was one of those times.
Jin stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Yoongi, there was no more anger or frustration shown on his flawless features, there was no pity, no trace of judging Yoongi. There was simply a raised eyebrow, a small smile at the edge of his lips, and a twinkle in his eyes as replied, “Are we going there again?”
“Again?” Yoongi asked confused. “Have I asked that already?”
Jin hummed, “Yep, you asked this a few weeks ago. You were drunk though.” Yoongi tried to recall the last time he was drunk, but drifting through his memories only caused his head to hurt more. He let out a little moan, shifting on the couch so he could hide under the blankets even more. Jin chuckled, soft and if Yoongi looked he knew he’d see the edges of his lips tugging upwards. “Yoongi-ah,” Jin continued, “You’re more than what you think. Maybe you can’t see the way you impact someone's life but I sure can. And that is all I am saying about this,” he clicked his tongue, “we aren’t going there again.”
From under the blankets, Yoongi smiled softly. That’s right, he thought to himself, go back to your corner Gremlin.
“I expect a call tomorrow,” Jin stated as he finished putting on his jacket. “If I do not hear from you tomorrow, I will be forced to take drastic measures.”
“Yes hyung,” Yoongi nodded, rolling his eyes as his best friend made his way to the door, he followed behind him, the blanket wrapped tightly around him. “Be careful, it’s not as bad but-”
“I know I know,” Jin muttered, he turned, turning to look at him and smirked. “What would you do without me?”
Yoongi shrugged, “Die.”
Jin rolled his eyes, turned and walked away. Yoongi watched him until he turned the corner to the elevators before closing the door and heading back towards the couch.
It was an exaggeration, kind of, he wouldn’t die, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be okay. He had to admit to himself that having Jin, and his others, were a blessing to him. He wasn’t much an introvert, but he wasn't much of an extrovert. Again, he didn’t have many friends, but the few he had were enough for him.
He glanced around the room, which thanks to Jin was in better condition than it had been in the last few weeks. Trash had been picked up, dishes washed, Jin had even swept and mopped the floor, all while Yoongi was taking a nap. His music sheets were piled in a neat stack in the coffee table, along with his laptop.
Damn, he thought, knowing that now he would have to pay the next time they went out.
He grabbed his phone from the table, looking at the new notification.
Only Hyung:
Forgot to mention Namjoon asked for your number
You’re welcome (;