"Father in heaven has a plan for us all"
"Life isn't something one should take for granted"
In which Yoongi takes in an angel faced stranger with no intention of keeping him clean.
Credits to @bangderp for the idea
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The school day ended and it was still pouring down with rain, no sign of stopping. He watched it for a minute, gazing out of the window as he let the beauty of falling water absorb his attention. He didn't know what it was about the rain, it just always appealed to him in one way or another, whether it was sprinkling or storming down. He liked watching it, but he wasn't fond of walking through it. Still, he'd been promised a night of peace and quiet, Jihoon was staying over at a friend's house for band practice, and he intended to spend tonight in a way he'd never done so before... by himself. Jihoon was always there to bother him around the house, complaining about how cold it sometimes was; whatever chores had to be done; who was it that was going to be doing the dishes that night. It was seldom he ever had the house to himself so he decided he was going to treasure it... just as soon as he figured out how to get up from his increasingly comfortable seat in his classroom.
"Yoongi," Jin's voice boomed out as he observed Yoongi's stationary position, after the bell had signalled for classes to diminish. Yoongi groaned in response. "Hello! School's over, we should go home."
"Yeah..." Yoongi wanted to argue, but found even his voice was exhausted after the long hours of class, mind you, he barely spoke during the lessons and he'd hardly even gotten a word in when Jin was lecturing him about his sleeping habits after their maths lesson first thing. "Are you coming over again?" Yoongi asked, in a breathy voice.
"Yeah, why not?" He sounded less annoyed then the last time he'd said he would come over. Namjoon must've made up for not being able to hang out. "Let's go!" He grabbed one of Yoongi's arms and hurled him to a standing position, or more like a 'dead body that had no life left in it' stance. He looked like a dead corpse ready to be cremated. "Move!" Jin pushed the sleepy headed eighteen-year-old out of the classroom and down the corridor. They made it to the shoe lockers before Jin finally asked his daily question. "Jheez, how much sleep did you get last night?" Jin reached into his shoe locker and sat down on the steps of the exit, struggling to pull them on.
"The usual." Yoongi mumbled. "Like two, three hours?" he sighed out his words (too lazy to cover his mouth while yawning), feeling his feet gain at least five pounds more in weight, he felt like he couldn't walk another step, but when Yoongi set eyes on the plummeting rain, he suddenly thought of that homeless guy he sacrificed his umbrella for that same day. He wondered if he had given his umbrella to someone even less fortunate than himself, wondered if he'd eaten a little since the last time he'd seen him, wondered if he was happy being the way he was.
Homeless, penniless, alone. Was he content?
Yoongi felt the need to go and see him, the heavy rainfall not was nothing compared to Yoongi's sudden desperation to see him, the weighty flow only gave him more reason to find him, and so... he ran, leaving Jin a dumbfounded mess when he found that Yoongi was not only speeding through rain, but also because that was the first time he'd ever seen Yoongi run since they were children. Before the hormonal phase every teenager went through, before all the innocence was locked away.
"THE HELL ARE YOU GOING MIN YOONGI!?" Jin got on his feet in half pleasant, half pissed shock. Yoongi was supposed to go home with him today, he craved to cook for someone who actually wanted to eat with him, unlike Namjoon who was too busy with his fake girlfriend.
"I'LL SEE YOU AT HOME!" He hollered back to the slightly elder male. "I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF SOMETHING!" His backpack shook up and down at the speed of his legs and the looseness of his bag straps, not that he noticed, he was far too busy running through rain to realise he was even lugging a heavy school bag on his shoulders. Through street corners and traffic, he ran, not wanting to know whether he was going to get killed racing at speeds he never thought he'd be able to sprint, or possibly get hit by a speeding vehicle. He could've certainly fallen and broken a bone, but Yoongi didn't think, he dashed past every obstacle in his way. He needed to see him, needed to speak to him, even if it was just a glance, or a word.
When he finally got to the area in which the homeless person frequently resided, he spotted him with his head low and the umbrella he'd given up that morning was hovering over him with the support of one of the young boy's small hands, the thin waterproof fabric resting on his shoulder blades. Yoongi put his palms to his knees and took in wet breaths of rain and air, hoping to God he wouldn't pass out when he was so close to his destination. He staggered toward the sleeping figure, taking in more hefty breaths as he walked up to him in a struggle to find time to breathe. He could feel the burn of lactic acid in his thighs, calves and shins. He regretted not attending P.E., if he did he would've known that one needed to stretch before doing any physical activity (sexual activity was an exception though, when you crave it, you don't waste time).
The young-looking man's eyes flickered open at the sound of irregular breathing and footsteps coming toward him. Under the young man's eyelids revealed the chocolatey shade of brown in his irises, his vision was blurry for a second but as he lifted his head and blinked a few times, he made out the high schooler who'd been staring at him for a time once or twice every week day. He smiled, eyes smiling with him as he attempted to greet the kind boy for giving him not one, but two shielding umbrellas since they'd first crossed paths. "Hello." He spoke, but Yoongi only fell to his knees, landing in a puddle of dirty water. "Oh wow." The homeless man was startled, flinching slightly. He reached out hesitantly for the troubled male, hoping he was okay. "Are you o--" Yoongi grabbed his hand suddenly, and used it to hurl his upper body, making his torso rise to lift his soaking blond head of hair, making careful eye contact with the curious looking homeless Korean resident. At least he hoped he was Korean.
"W-would you..." Yoongi started, speaking between irregular breaths, stuttering out the sentence as best as a man with limited breaths could. "...b-by any chance... want to have dinner with me?"
