Telescope

1

Finally.

It was Yoongi's favorite part of the day.

He had had a long day of work, and now he was finally home and he could do what he was always thinking and day dreaming about.

He slammed the door shut behind him and raced up the stairs to his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, shut the door, turned off his lights, and stood in front of the large golden Telescope that was erected in front of his side window.

The window that faced the neighbors house.

The neighbors who always thought Yoongi wasn't home, and therefore didn't ever shut their curtains.

Yoongi pulled his desk chair over and sat down into it.

Then, he finally peered through the lens and zoomed into the bedroom of Kim Namjoon.

-

Namjoon sat up when he heard the door open.

"Chol!" He called out, happy his boyfriend was home.

There was a grunt as a reply.

Namjoon always finished his shift before Chol, so he was home first. He spent the time doing his hobbies and waiting for his boyfriend to come back.

"I made Ramen," Namjoon shouted. "If you want to heat some up!"

There wasn't an answer, but Namjoon heard the fridge door open and shut.

Namjoon waited for Chol to come up so they could eat together, but as a few minutes passed, he realized the man was eating it downstairs.

He sighed, knowing if he went down there, Chol would find something to complain about. He always seemed to have an issue with something, no matter what Namjoon did.

So he waited on the bed for his boyfriend to finish.

After a while of doing nothing, he pulled out the book he had been in the middle of reading and opened it.

He had finished a few chapters before he realized he could hear the TV playing downstairs. Chol was watching the game now instead of coming up to spend time with Namjoon.

A little hurt, since he had been waiting for hours already, Namjoon sunk lower against the pillows and lowered the book.

He could always join Chol, even though he wasn't interested in sports.

Brightening a little, he carried his book off the bed and went down the stairs, spotting his boyfriend lounging on the couch.

"Hey," Namjoon greeted, kissing Chol on the forehead as he sat down beside him. "How was work?"

"Babe, I'm clearly watching the game right now." Chol huffed, wiping his forehead. "Can we talk after?"

Oh.

Namjoon opened his book again. "Yeah... sorry."

He tried to keep reading, but with the loud whistles and cheers of the game, and Chol complaining about fouls, it was hard to stay focused.

"Can we turn it down a bit?" Namjoon asked, reaching for the remote.

Chol slapped his hand away. "No one asked you to come down here. I turned on the TV because I wanted to watch it. You just invade my space and expect me to lower the volume just because you don't like it? How is that fair?"

Namjoon bit his lip. "I-"

"Can you just wait upstairs for me?" Chol turned back to the game.

Namjoon sighed. "Yeah."