✑ 2 bored songwriters | m.yg ✑

track 8: jovial hero of producers' enterprise

"I got pastries!"

I placed down two cups of latte and a box of pastries that was filled with a great assortment of every lovable flavour.

Yoongi looks up from his phone and scoots towards the box on the coffee table, observing it like a curious child.

"When did you get these?" He asks, opening the box carefully.

"I woke up early and thought about buying some goodies for the staff, Hoseok tagged along."

Yoongi stops right before putting a piece of butterscotch pastry in his mouth.

"Hoseok?"

"Yeah, he's an early bird."

"Why wasn't I invited?"

"Like I said, I woke up early, and he was awake too, so we both got something for everybody. Too long, didn't listen? You were fast asleep."

"Back with the excuses," he clicks his tongue, "you're pathetic."

"You're such a sad excuse of a husband!" I knew where this was going, so I decided to get into character. "You don't trust me at all!"

"How can I when you're eating pastries, breathing the same air as the Queen, getting paid and inhaling nitrogen with him?!?"

"I exhale carbon dioxide with you!" I weep.

"Does that make a difference?"

"It does!"

"....."

"......"

"I can't think of anything anymore," Yoongi takes out his handkerchief and swings it like a white flag.

"What gets into you?" I ask, eating a piece of birthday cake pastry that I was eyeing so badly on the way here.

"It's a fun breakaway from the usual work stuff." He answers. "I don't have anything against Namjoon or Hoseok. They're cool."

"You have a problem with me?"

"Yes."

I clutch my heart, "I'm hurt."

"Don't be so dramatic," he rolls his eyes. "Gosh, Hoseok is starting to rub off on you."

"Hoseok should rub off on you too!" I retort. "At least you won't be pessimistic the entire time!"

"I'm more of a realist, thank you."

"Oh really? Then tell me," I challenge him, "what's going to be the result of us procrastinating?"

"We're gonna get slam dunked out of the window."

"That isn't pessimism to you?"

"This is realism, genius. You know our lives will be at stake if we keep up with this behaviour."

"We don't choose to feel this way, though."

"Then who does? Hoseok?"

A few knocks on the door startles us. Yoongi passes me a questioning look before getting up and opening the door.

Hoseok was standing there, looking extra energetic and dandy.

"Hey hyung, hey Y/N!" He chirps giddily, "how're you doing?"

"We're preparing to get dropped from here." I answer truthfully.

Hoseok stares at me with a deadpan expression.

"Did you steal manager's underwear?"

"No—"

"Not yet." Yoongi interrupts.

"Then you're good to go." Hoseok reassures. He looks around, leans towards us, and starts whispering. "Manager is very protective about his underwear."

"How'd you know?" Yoongi asks what I was about to.

"I've been close to the situation you're talking about." He then proceeds to give us the warmest smile ever, as if he didn't just reveal he was about to get exterminated.

"Anyway," Hoseok speaks, "I hope you like the pastries Y/N and I chose for you. See you guys later, bye-bye!"

He walks out, and it feels like a ray of sunshine has walked out, too.

Yoongi closes the door and looks at me distantly.

"He's such a mood-maker. I'm enchanted and ready to kiss someone."

I snicker. "Call me up when you're done locking lips with somebody."