Room A6

Prom

"...but Jin asked Namjoon to prom and they just met!" Hoseok whined, trailing behind Yoongi, who was trying to escape onto the balcony with his carton of cigarettes and a small Bic lighter.

"Ask me if I give a shit!" Yoongi shouted, turning around fast, "We're not going! Alright?" Yoongi turned back to the door and threw up his arms in fury. He slid the glass-paned door shut and immediately flicked the lighter on. A cigarette hung between his parted lips.

"You're impossible!" Hoseok screamed, pacing in circles before disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door, a loud huff of breath escaping from his throat.

While Jin and Namjoon had been shopping for suits, Yoongi was cautiously avoiding the very concept of prom. Yoongi loved the idea of Hoseok; but it was the thought of prom itself that made him shudder. And while Hoseok sobbed in the bathroom—taking it personally, like he did with most things—Yoongi stood outside, turning his lungs black in a fit of annoyance, anger, and confusion.

"Well, I'm not Jin," Yoongi muttered to himself in spite of Hoseok.

Prom was tonight anyway. They wouldn't have enough time.

Yoongi pressed the lit end of his cigarette into the railing in front of him, and tossed the butt over the ledge. He went back inside, defeated.

Yoongi hurried to his workspace, with brushes, paint, and a blank canvas. He hadn't painted in ages because of Hoseok. To Yoongi, now seemed like a better time than ever to get some work done. He walked over to his small CD player and turned it on. The disk inside spun, and then it began playing slow, soft, RnB instrumentals.

"Come out when you're done being ridiculous," Yoongi said under his breath, which was further muffled by the music.

~

Namjoon was dapper and ready for prom. His mother agreed to drop him off at Jin's house—as he feared his father wouldn't approve of him going to prom with a boy.

Once she pulled up Jin's winding driveway, Namjoon got out, and ran up to the front door. It was pouring rain, and the suit was a rental.

*knock knock*

The door creaked open, "Hey," Jin said, happy to see Namjoon parallel to himself, "You look great,"

"I'd say the same about you," Namjoon began, trailing Jin's body with his eyes, "But you aren't even ready yet," he giggled.

Jin wore a white undershirt and grey dress-pants, with no shoes.

"I will be soon," Jin insisted, "Come in," he said, opening the door farther to allow space for Namjoon.

Namjoon accepted, and stepped inside, in awe at the massive house above him. The decor was elegant and vintage, and the ceilings were high, with drapery and chandeliers hanging from above.

"Whoa..." Namjoon muttered, staring at the art on the walls as Jin pulled him by his arm up the steep staircase.

"My mom and dad have an interior design business," Jin chuckled, "It's done pretty well for itself," he added.

Once in Jin's bedroom, Namjoon noticed a difference between Jin and his parents.

Jin's room was big, but scarcely designed. It had white walls, white bedding, and white furniture. It was minimalistic and extremely clean—causing Namjoon to grow increasingly insecure in regards to his own bedroom.

"You can sit on the bed if you'd like," Jin said, pointing at the only place to sit that wasn't  the floor.

Namjoon agreed, and sunk into the soft mattress.