•you fell from heaven (and it probably hurt)• | YOONSEOK

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Yoongi never thought calling out to a God he didn't believe in would actually work.

Especially if that answer came as a person, on top of him, in the middle of his bath, while he was completely naked.

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He kicked his shoes right off his feet as he stepped into his dim-lit apartment, his jacket already haphazardly thrown onto his couch and pants practically off as the buckle of his belt was already hitting the floor. To say Min Yoongi was happy to be home would be the understatement of the century.

As he made his way to the kitchen to grab some dinner - leftover pizza was still good the 4th time, right? - he fished the paychecks out from his back pocket and ripped them open.

Sigh. Just enough to make it through this month.

He wasn't exactly making a "living" per say. It'd make more sense to say he was making a "survival". But that didn't really make any sense either, and to tell the truth he didn't really care. Because he's still here and he's still breathing and he still has a roof over his head. Even if that roof leaked in the back corner of his bedroom on especially stormy nights.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone screen lighting up.

'Mother.'

Another sigh left his pink chapped lips.

His tongue poked out and he silenced the call.

The microwave started beeping, breaking the silence that fell over his lonely apartment. Well, lonely wouldn't be the right word. He liked the silence. It was more of a friend to him then noise ever was.

He padded into the living room and sank into the cushion of his couch. His fingers found the remote and he turned on the television, but not because he was gonna watch, he just liked it on. The words of another religious sermon grazes his ears, only really catching "prayer" and "help" before turning his attention away. Something caught his eye, and couldn't help glancing at his discarded laptop that laid upside-down on the floor near his feet from when he threw it down in frustration last night - his downstairs neighbors did not appreciate that early morning wake up call.

He stared at it, that dreadful, aching weight pulling at his stomach once more, making him feel like he was falling, falling, falling again into this deep pit of 'failure' he had started digging himself into years ago. He could be a successful producer if he really tried. If their weren't so many demons haunting his creative mind, he wouldn't have to be sitting here in his own self pity, begging them to leave him alone for just one second and let him craft a melody that made sense. He could be so much better if he didn't give up so easily.

Silence. A comforting silence. The TV had somehow turned off.

A bath. A bath would be nice right now. His pizza was getting cold anyways. And he needed to be clean for his shift at work the next morning.

Soon his clothes were off and the warmth of the bath water was consuming his body, consuming his thoughts and maybe even telling him it's fine to relax, even if only for a bit. His head hits the wall and he closes his eyes, allowing his head to dip into the water all the way up to his nose. He sits there and blows air out to make bubbles and he comes back up for air just to do it all over again.

Maybe he was content with his life, maybe he wasn't.

He opens his eyes and stares at his pink and pruned toes as they peeked out of the water before glancing up.

"Is there someone really up there?" he says, to no one but himself, his eyes shifting to a less than grand ceiling.

"Can I just, like, talk to you for a bit? Will you listen?"

He's met with silence. Yep, He's listening.

"So, I've got a fairly decent life right now. I'm not really one to complain. But, I just wanna know..." He pauses, hesitates, looks back down at his toes and puts them into the water. "Is this really it? Am I just gonna be stuck working 2 jobs my whole life? Stuck in this shitty apartment and supporting the only family I have left till I get all pruney and die off? I tried to chase my dream, really I did. But that just didn't work. That's all that was? It wasn't because I wasn't good enough, right?"

His air con turning on was the only answer he got after a long moment of silence.

He sighed.

'I don't know what I expected.'

The water was cold now, just like his pizza, and he was getting fussy about it. So, he decided to start getting out before he fell asleep and drowned in his own tub.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, a bright and blinding one. Blues, greens, yellows, all types of hues filled his tiny bathroom and before he knew it that light was being replaced by something, something heavy. Water sloshed out of the tub and into his nose and he choked a bit and there were now more limbs in the tub than he had counted on himself before he had gotten in and a pair of lips on his neck?

His eyes focused and if it weren't so early in the morning he'd call himself crazy for saying a person had fallen directly on top of him out of thin air. But he hadn't hit that type of high yet, and can soberly confirm there was definitely another man laying on top of him.

Before he could say anything, much less react, the stranger was sitting up, hand on either side of Yoongi and face almost uncomfortably close to his own. He shot back immediately, a blush apparent on his high cheeks.

"Um, hello?", the stranger started.

"I'm Hoseok."