✑ 2 bored songwriters | m.yg ✑

track 6: under the weather

"Forgive me, please," Yoongi pleads from across the room.

"Shut up and let me focus."

"Please.. hear my cries." He cries out, looking around the room helplessly.

Yoongi was sick today. He overworked himself and got ill, so the entire staff had to glue him to the sofa and not make him work for 2 days. He could only help me verbally. He was strictly asked not to cause a ruckus, which I'm not sure will be a possibility.

"Give me a pen," he looks around.

"Give me a break!" I whine, looking at the boy who won't shut up. He's so adamant.

"That is why I'm asking you to lend me a pen!" He exclaims. "Why can't I find a pen? It's usually everywhere!"

"I hid them," I return my gaze back to the computer screen, "stop straining your voice."

It was silent for a while, I assumed he was fast asleep, so I slightly turned around to see him typing furiously on his phone.

"What are you doing?" I ask, worried.

"Working."

"Yoongi, I swear—"

"You can't do anything about it!"

"Watch me!" I threaten, getting up from my seat. Yoongi gets up from the sofa and starts to make a run for the door.

I follow him, crying internally. I was supposed to work in peace and look after him side-by-side, but it seems he had other plans.

I'm gonna get fired.

"YOU BETTER STOP!" I shout, not caring that the staff were looking at us weirdly.

"NO, THANK YOU!" He shouts back, waddling around swiftly. We ran across the entire floor before Yoongi started dashing towards the stairs. He was going downstairs, and I followed him, kind of surprised that he was able to jog this fast despite running a fever.

Or in general.

The entire day, Yoongi made me chase after him recklessly. Our manager had to grab us by our collars and drag us to our dorms. I looked at Yoongi in anger, and he returned the gaze with the same fire.

Later, we both were declared sick due to overworking and monkeying around like maniacs.

"We can't catch a break with you two, can we?" Manager sighs, sitting on the chair in front of us. I was almost convinced that we were about to get kicked out of the building.

"He started it!" I defend myself.

"Me? I've been a polite and obedient boy!" He bites, lying through his teeth.

"Polite and obedient? Did you mean PESKY AND OBNOXIOUS?" I taunt, searching for a reaction on his face. He grits his teeth, making me feel satisfied.

"I'm sitting right here...." Manager reminds.

"Sorry." We both apologize in unison.

He sighs heavily, looking back and forth between me and Yoongi. I stay silent, deathly scared of what he was about to do or say.

Yoongi was quiet too, but he always had an unreadable expression on his face, which made me question if he cared or not.

"Get well soon, you both." He wishes, "I'll send Hoseok to look after you two."

"What??" My eyes widen at his words, not sure if this was worse or better than being thrown out.

"When it comes to Hoseok, WE have to be the caretaker!" Yoongi cries out in agony.

"Hello, Y/N and hyung!" A sickly sweet voice cooes from the entrance. The door opens, revealing a figure that we so dreaded. "You both look so cute wrapped in blankets!"

"NOOOO!"