dog days ↯ bts

act one, scene one.

"how could you forget to wear your summer uniform? it's summer, for god's sake!" hoseok scowls, shaking his head. yoongi gives him the dirtiest look he could muster.

"eat my ass, hoseok. i woke up late and i panicked." he hisses, rubbing the back of his hair. he pretends not to hear the small 'gladly' that hoseok whispers, and walks into school.

8 in the morning and the sun was already beating down restlessly, the sky a cloudless sickly blue. the sliding doors open with a 'whoosh', and hoseok groans as he's met with a gust of warm air.
"the least this shitty school can do is buy some air con. every single summer is a fucking greenhouse."

"language." a nearby teacher snaps. yoongi clicks his tongue at them, sighing. "too right. it's run by that rich kid's dad, huh? how about they spout some cash for our sake? the sick fucks."

hoseok pats his back. "don't worry about it, yoongster. anyway, let's go to the basketball court. namjoon's probably there trying to not look gay."

"good one." yoongi remarks, smiling at the joke.

the school's roof wasn't good at anything. it lets the heat out in winter and keeps it in in the summer. there are large buckets everywhere to catch water droplets where the roof failed to do so. and it was breaking, day by day.

and none of the rooms, it seemed, had air con in them.

*

as expected, namjoon was sitting underneath the basketball hoop, bouncing the ball by his knees, a bored expression on his face. when he sees the two near, he makes no move to come closer.

"it's the brain-joon. how 'ya doin– oi, you've dyed your hair again!" hoseok exclaims. namjoon's hand reaches his head and touches a bluish green strand. "uh, this? what about it?"

yoongi sighs, and reaches into his pocket. he pulls a couple notes and gives it to hoseok, who squeals in triumph. "ha, yeah! i told you he'd dye his hair again!"

"wait, you betted? on my hair?"

"dickhead's always betting on everything," yoongi groans. he pulls on his school shirt and wipes his face with it, clearly ticked off. "hey, can we go somewhere else? i'm boiling."

"like where, yoongers? nowhere has air con." namjoon rolls his eyes.

"whoa, actually." hoseok pulls a key out of his shirt pocket. "i know where!"

both namjoon and yoongi jump. "wait. air con?"

hoseok nods. "mhm! i bullied this guy into giving me the key. remember the three guys that freak me out? the youngest one gave it to me."

"sweet, hoseok." yoongi grins. "where's the room?"

"follow the leader, kiddos." hoseok laughs.

"why am i a kid? i'm older than you."

"shut up."

*

"here we are!" hoseok proudly announces. yoongi looks up at the door and the hairs on the back on his neck stand on end.

the glass door reveals nothing. none of the lights are on, and there seemed to be an emitting darkness sucking in all the light from all around it. even outside the door, yoongi could feel the chilly air that circulated around the room, but it didn't feel natural.

it felt...

too cold.

"come on, let's go in!" namjoon exclaims, but yoongi frowns. "eh, are you sure? this is giving me the creeps."

"eh, it's just a room." hoseok shrugs, taking the key out of his pocket.

"what could possibly happen?"