so far away | yoonkook

mid-morning : 03

namjoon leaves by eight in the morning for his exams. he heated up some water and poured it into the thermostat for yoongi and the other occupant to share for their coffee.

"or tea." says the kid standing by the dining room's entryway.

"namjoon hyung still thinks I drink his instant brews." he waves the note namjoon had left on the fridge and offers it to yoongi.

help yourself to some coffee, it read.

in the end, namjoon isn't even that intimidating. he allowed yoongi to stay so that was definitely something.

but yoongi wonders if namjoon had been lying about his misplaced texts. it brings him so much suspicion having that he couldn't fully understand namjoon in the first place.

he'll try his best to get to the bottom of this on a finer day.

placing the note down, yoongi lends the other individual his attention.

yoongi gives him a once over—grey shirt, grey pants, fair skin—and slumps even further on his seat, face coming closer to the rising heat from his drink. his is hot chocolate, actually. he's had one too many ground up brown beans this week, doesn't want to add to the growing restlessness that caffeine brings him anymore. so yoongi settles for cocoa and sugar.

the kid on the other hand, crosses the tabletop where yoongi was situated at to get to the box of tea lying on the counter—twinings.
he chooses a pink packet and grabs an orange mug, one to have a distinct contrast with his stark black hair. then he fixes some pomegranate and raspberry flavored tea for himself. the lull of cascading water as he fills his mug halfway is pleasing to the ears.

he tugs on the string a few times to get the flavor out of the bag before he turns around to face yoongi and takes a sip.

"you're new." he says, cocking a brow that mirrors interest.

"I'm not. I knew namjoon since middle school." yoongi mumbles almost only to himself.

his tone gives a lot away.

yoongi definitely wasn't a morning person and he barely got any sleep at all, worrying about the same things he worried about back home last night.

he doesn't try too hard to hide his disinterest.

"and I knew hyung since the age of mud kingdoms. what's your label?" the kid leans back against the stove and stares down at yoongi, the corners of lips quirking upward.

"I'll answer you if you show me some respect." yoongi looks up at him and could tell he was trying to suppress a laugh.

"what's your label... hyung?"

silence hangs for a moment.
kid in the grey attire doesn't seem to mind how bitter and cold yoongi is towards him. no matter how angry yoongi makes himself out to be, the kid just doesn't quit smiling. smiling for mockery like the asshole yoongi thinks he is.

"it's min-" he gives up trying to be assertive and takes a sip from his own drink, relaxing a bit. "yoon-gi."

it's too early to start any fights, big or small. too early to kill someone's mood, too.

the kid hums. with a clink, he places his mug down right in front of yoongi's, just near enough so it was almost touching yoongi's fingers. he has them wrapped around the ceramic cup.

"'yoongi' sounds like a tough name. are you tough, yoongi hyung?" he bends down, props his elbows on the marble slab, and places his chin in his palm.

up close, yoongi thinks he's even more intimidating, with big eyes and edgy features.

it's distracting, he is.

"depends on the circumstance." yoongi says, bringing his mug closer to his chest. he straightens a bit, slowly stretching out his back then his shoulders deflate and he's slouching again.

"interesting... in what ways are you tough then?"

yoongi casts his eyes to the side, worrying the inside of his lower lip before he takes a glug off the chocolate.

"the usual. I can lift weights." he lies. it's just a white lie, no big deal. he can say a few of these then maybe the kid will go away once he gets bored.

"doesn't seem like it though."

"really?"

"I lift weights too and I can say I progress very quickly." the kid tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, lids fluttering as he spoke. it's almost as if he's trying to get something out of yoongi. but yoongi can't actually pin down what it is.

"I don't do it too often."

"does it prove someone's masculinity? like if you lift then you're manly, is that correct?"

yoongi nods, although he knows this was a feeble kind of measurement of strength. he lets go of his mug and clasps his hands together instead.

the kid watches for a bit, eyes moving downward, slightly to the left and the right, as if further understanding everything about yoongi. then he rounds the kitchen island. he stands right beside yoongi and does something that makes yoongi's cheeks flare up.

one of his large hands lands on yoongi's thigh and he squeezes at it just a bit. but yoongi doesn't resist or anything. he's bolted right onto his seat and couldn't look at the kid longer than a few seconds. it's a foreign feeling for yoongi but for him it's like it's the most natural thing ever.

"I think you're a tough guy, yoongi hyung, even if I know you don't lift weights." he says before he lets go of yoongi's thigh.

he collects his and yoongi's mugs, brings them to the sink and starts washing.

later, yoongi will preoccupy himself by observing the kid. no more conversations ensue after that.

he's a silent worker, moving around the place, does everything by himself like a repetitive schedule. all the sprucing, sweeping, wiping, and washing, he does them all. and he doesn't seem to care that yoongi's just staring all the while.

yoongi thinks he must've even enjoyed the attention.

when he's finished, he carries the garbage bags to the rear exit. yoongi waits for him to come back into the kitchen but he doesn't.

the door to the bathroom opens and closes instead. and yoongi listens to the shower turning on, the kid's humming competing with the noise of the water.