so far away | yoonkook

afternoon : 43

"your punk ass tried to bribe me into dating my ex so now I'll force you against your will to walk up to the counter and ask for this name... punk ass."

"you just called me that twice." yoongi lowers his head, already embarrassed by how loud seokjin was being.

"but did I stutter, though?"

"if I were you, I'd just do what he says."

"shut up, joon. he's not my boyfriend to follow."

"min fucking yoongi, has anyone ever fucked you up the ass with a steel rod?"

"just do it, lil' bitchass."

"are you fucking kiddi-"

"I'll give you three seconds to decide. make like a man or have me shove my baton so far up your anus, you'll be tasting metal until you're old and grey."

"jesus christ."

"don't drag our savior into this."

with a push from the eldest, yoongi stumbles forward and snaps his head the other way to give seokjin a glare. to counter the younger's action, seokjin merely cocks a brow and mouths a 'one' to start his countdown. yoongi rolls his eyes rather exaggeratedly and huffs loudly, gaining him a kick behind his leg.

"fuck, alright!" he exasperates facing them again while this time, it's namjoon's turn to give him a look. yoongi thinks it doesn't really suit him.

namjoon had always been the baby face. he figures maybe this is why seokjin liked him so much. he liked anyone whom he could pinch and coo at.

yoongi drags his feet across the white tiled floor, not really tired from anything involving his job. it's just that seokjin and namjoon had been prodding him nonstop to visit them since september and he's gotten quite irritated for each time he's answered the phone, the eldest would be nagging on the other end telling him to stop being such a selfish bitch and just come over. now that he was on holiday for christmas season, they've been hauling him around seoul day after day, even opted to take him hiking last monday which lead to the extraneous muscle work.

it's only such a good thing that his boss thinks he's hardworking. he was kind enough to give yoongi an extension for his deadlines. yoongi worked for the paper now and was one of the head journalists in their industry. he'd gotten around to showing his capabilities to earn his perks.

the man even mentioned that he can use up the remaining days until the second week of january. just as long as he doesn't surpass that, he'll still have a cubicle reserved for him in the office.

and yoongi was hoping he'd get to stay a bit longer, just until new year's eve. despite already nearing thirty, he still was a child at heart, believing those traditions people oh, so loved to talk about. kissing under the mistletoe and slow dancing under the firework littered sky until the clock struck twelve. he liked those.

"e-excuse me?" yoongi feels the sweat on his back running cold. he places his hand on top of the reception desk and sees his fingers going clammy.

the nurse looks up and raises both brows, "hospital visit?" her voice is quiet.

"no, no." yoongi shakes his head "I-I was just wondering if," he breathes, feeling nauseated already.

god, this is so hard, he thinks. why did seokjin even think this was a good idea? they haven't seen each other in what felt like ages, haven't contacted each other through any means either. how do they think the guy would react having yoongi visit out of the blue? did they even think this through? were they aiming to get some shits and giggles out of this? who did they think yoongi was, even? a source of entertainment? well, this is not funny. at all.