l o g o l e p s y. - [yoonkook]

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Yoongi has never been so stressed out in his whole life. It was 5 freaking am and he has just woken up and was craving for some warmth to at least make it's way to his system as he felt the cold morning swept through his cheeks. He hated mornings, but he hated having a mental block more. He's an author after all, he needed ideas.

He was working, writing some drafts he knew didn't have any use at all as he was running out of ideas for his next book which would, of course, get famous again. That was always what happened, he would write, some company would publish it, and boom, another big hit. It was probably because he had no boundaries in writing, he never had limits. what he thought of would always be what he wrote. He was used to fame, yet he hated it. He was used to the recognition, yet he never acknowledged himself as someone who'll be as great as others.

"Namjoonie, I don't know what to write in next. Fuck his shit." He spoke out the words as he rolled his swivel chair to get in front of his only said friend. He would always have Namjoon over just to rant on or rather get him to have more ideas on what he's supposed to write. Namjoon is a friend, who is also the heir to the publishing company who took ahold of the books he wrote.

"Hyung, what about you get some coffee? You look so stressed out right now." The younger suggested as he noticed Yoongi's eyebags under his kitten eyes laying underneath his dormant, mint bangs. He looked as tired as always.

"Coffee... sounds good."

"I know a place." Namjoon said as he moved his eyebrows up and down, a smirk already plastered on his face. He looked at the pale writer as he rolled his eyes. Namjoon was always particular in the thought of flirting, or simply being a cocky rich friend who has the nerve to get treated.

"Are you getting me to treat you? What the fuck, Kim Namjoon? You're rich as fuck and yet you still get me to fucking treat you to fucking coffe—"

"Oops, you just reached your 'fuck' capaticity. You may now shut up, I won't get you to treat me. But I'm gonna show you this one waiter on that coffee shop, he's like banana-standingly hot." He cringed at the younger's words. What a fuck boy, always getting him to get in between some hot guy's thighs, but no, he wasn't that kind of guy. He was much more focused in writing masterpieces than licking off someone's cock.

"Namjoonie, you know I don't like shit like that. Even when I'm gay, I don't long for cocks, I long for respect." He, again, rolled his eyes at the younger. He was always sensitive about what his sexuality is, for he was rejected by his family because of that reason. He was sensitive about what people thought of him, and yet he went off. Letting people read more of his personality, about what he wrote. About the acceptance he never got. And because of the acceptance he never got, he received fame he never wanted.

He would write all things about being accepted, or being gay. He would always make himself comfortable with what he's writing, because he wants everyone to be inspired with his words. That was his dream. The thought of a person who is sexually confused, reading his book, and realizing that fuck the world, buddy. He smiled as the thought ravaged through his thought. Be yourself, be happy, and never give a fuck.

"I didn't mean that, hyung. But I really know this place that serves good coffee slash tea, plus the cake they serve are super cheap. The hot guy is just an insentive."

Yoongi chuckled, of course he would expect this from Namjoon as he was the type of guy you'd punch because of his flirtarious attitude, yet he knew he was the only one he can stick up with his whole life. Because Namjoon understood him, he knew everything about Yoongi.

Plus, Namjoon is mega rich, so I guess that's an insentive.

"Fine, let's go there later—" Yoongi didn't finish what he was saying as Namjoon's phone rang and he picked up instantly. Knowing it was another thing about work or maybe it was Seokjin, another friend of Namjoon he talked about.

"Mom?" He heard Namjoon say, assuming it was his mom calling, "Now? okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes." He then hung up and faced Yoongi.

"Hyung, sorry, I got an appointment with some of mom's friend. But I'll give you the address, it's pretty close here." Namjoon wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to Yoongi.

"I'll make up, I'll buy you some lamb skewers."

"Thanks, Namjoon!"

He then took off. As usual, Namjoon had appointments for he was the next CEO of their company. He's under training so he can be used to it when he becomes CEO. Although, Yoongi thought the boy didn't need training at all.

Yoongi looked at the address, he knew the city of Seoul as he was always traveling all on his own to get some inspiration. There were always times when he just needs to go out just to figure himself out, to venture into places. Because he bears it in his mind that traveling is finding yourself in the premises of different places. And he believes so, since the world is composed of inspiration.

He stood up, put a black hoodie over his white tee-shirt and wore some decent jeans. He wore his shoes and a beanie contrasting his mint hair, he put out his backpack and put in his laptop, a notebook and a pen. He then put on his earphones and started playing some music.

Before going out, his music was interupted by a notification from his phone but he swiped it off so he can proceed. After all, he was excited to get some coffee. And probably, if he enjoys the ambiance of the café, he'll stay and write.

He then went out of his house. He had this constructed a few months back, when he gained enough (more honestly) money to do so. His house was slick with black and white walls, and it was honestly minimalistic, yet humble.

He began walking towards the said café. Already feeling the ambiance of mornings in the city sweep his cheeks, the feeling excited him. He likes drinking coffee, plus he would expect the greatest sweets from that shop. He wasn't much to love sweets, but he did love eating a sweet treat accompanied by bitter coffee.

As he reached the place, he already felt good. The café seemed like a vintage one. The ceilings were painted a dark shade of brown, and the walls were beige. It seemed boring, but for a guy such as Min Yoongi, it was the greatest. The paintings of various things hanged all on the wall made it feel better and more colorful. The tables looked as if they were from the 1820's and the chairs weren't wooden, they metal chairs had cushions. And of course, he didn't forget to notice the flower vases that had sunflowers, others had daisies and roses. Each flower contrasted the other, yet he knew those flowers made sense and art on the being they showed.

He admired the place, and soon walked up to the counter to order some coffee. But as he walked, he was intervened by the burning feeling of freshly brewed tea splattered across his hoodie.

And of course, as his usual response to irritation.

"Fuck you, you fucking idiot."

He looked at the boy, expecting it was either a devil spawn or something less than that, and yet my my my did he just saw an angel.

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edited.

i hope this doesn't change much of the first readers' perspective. but i am making this book more liberated, but whatever.