so far away | yoonkook

midnight : 10

"you're weird, yoongi hyung. and I happen to like that." the kid says as they continue treading the sidewalk.

the sound of boots, sneakers, and namjoon's leather shoes rubbing against the gravel echoes in the empty road.

yoongi leans his head back to see that the apartment complex is already in view, just a few blocks away or maybe just two.

"should I be flattered?" yoongi asks, following the kid through the main gates.

"please."

"you're still an asshole." yoongi hugs namjoon even tighter because he's starting to slip again.

"but at least I didn't make you cry."

they make it up the stairs and down the hall without namjoon spewing anything. the kid fumbles with the keys for a second before the gears clicking wakes yoongi from his musings and the door to namjoon's unit creaks open.

"can you-not turn on the lights?" yoongi asks when the kid starts feeling for the switch on the wall.

he nods and gestures for him and namjoon to enter first.

after yoongi lays namjoon down—for the last time tonight—on the sofa, he bends down to untie his laces and removes his shoes. yoongi takes the liberty of discarding the number of coats namjoon had on too, until he's only in his shirt and jeans. then yoongi picks up the duvet that namjoon had offered him to use the previous night and throws it over the guy's slumped up body on the cushion and tucks the edges under him.

"where are you sleeping tonight?" the kid asks, setting his bags onto the counter separating the kitchen and living area.

the bulb in the dining room is never turned off so they get around without bumping into anything with the help of the open dining room's light.

"I'm sleeping here." yoongi walks to his backpack and takes out the contents blocking him from retrieving the blanket he saved from his grandmother's house.
he spreads it out on the floor behind the couch namjoon was situated on and kicks his shoes off before pushing them to the side.

yoongi lies down slowly, closing his eyes and rests his head against his hands.

he can't sleep until the shuffling in the kitchen ceases.

the fridge doors are opened then pushed to a satisfying shut. there are sock covered feet thrumming across the wooden floorboards, cabinets opening and closing and faucets being turned and secured. then yoongi hears a bottle cap popping as the kid unseals it, water rushing and silencing.

the kid brushes his teeth for a few minutes, gargles, spits, rinses, and stores his utensils back to their rightful homes. he washes his face afterwards, dries off, and then bathes his body.

when he's out of the bathroom, he smells like citrus and tea. yoongi knows this because soon after he's dressed, he drags his covers across the floor and spreads it on the opposite side of the top of yoongi's head.

"don't get your dumb ass sick, hyung." he says which almost makes yoongi laugh for the evident contradiction of honorifics.

the kid knocks a pillow over his shoulder. at first, yoongi thinks that he's just trying to irritate him but then he doesn't say anything or do anything afterwards so yoongi presumes it was an offering. yoongi takes it and places it under his head.

"do you not want to share beds?" the kid whispers.

"can you even consider this a bed?" yoongi whispers back, trying to blink back his tiredness.

"better than nothing."

"sure."

"sure what?"