tech support || namgi

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The sun of an early morning in an unfamiliar room crept over Yoongi's pale skin. The light went farther and farther up his skin as the morning went on. It eventually had heated up his eyelids making it mandatory for him to open his eyes. He squinted and blinked his eyes frequently due to the light boring into his eyes. He scrunched up his face and shot up in the bed he was in. 

Yoongi's surroundings were definitely not his apartment and he definitely was friends of a friend with the guy sleeping next to him. His back was tanned and had a few freckles on it. Yoongi stared at his back for a while trying to reclaim what happened last night. Oh yeah. He was totally upset about how his professor was critiquing his work and how he was so stressed with his new music. So what did he decide to do? Sleep with another person he didn't know that well just to make himself recede into another pattern of getting laid and being very depressed. He had bad habits, and sometimes they made themselves very prominent after years of dealing and suppressing them.  Sure, depression was a constant, but sometimes he had really bad slumps. And it didn't help that he sometimes slacked off on his meds. 

Yoongi averted his eyes from his mystery distraction of reality to look at his clothes scattered by the doorway. The clothes also had the bright light shining on them. He basically crawled his way out of the bed, careful to not disturb the dark haired man next to him. He one by one put on the pieces of last nights outfit. Yoongi slipped on his sneakers that were a little too worn because he was frankly scared of the floor in this place. He checked himself in the mirror he had found around the room, even though he didn't care about his appearance. 

He was about to leave when he realized that it would be kind of rude to leave without leaving a note. So Yoongi fished out his wallet to find an old receipt that would work fine for the job. He looked about the room for a pen or some writing material. He found a green highlighter on top of the dresser. He scribbled down some sort of note for the man. The ink had smeared due to the odd texture of the paper.

sorry

-ym

He left the note where he had laid only ten minutes ago. He looked at his phone. There were five reminders he had set for himself. One said that he had work today, awful but semi okay due to the fact that it was later in the evening. It made Yoongi actually roll his eyes into the back of his head making the whites of them contrast with his milky skin. Hey, at least he had some time to work on that kid's- namjin? Oh yeah. Namjoon. Well, Namjoon's computer. He was also a little concerned about the fact that he probably ground up on that kid, since that what his mind thought that was the best thing ever last night. 

He stood up from where he was sitting on the bed, reaching his arms over his head to stretch them out. The bright sunlight poured over his ripped jeans and green light jacket, also everywhere in the room. Yoongi had no idea who's room this was, but he had to say they did a nice job on decorating the place. Leaving his final thoughts of what had happened with the man in the bed and replacing them with finding his car and going back to his apartment, he walked towards the door and left.

The last thing Yoongi expected to see when he opened the door would be a flooded hallway. The second to last thing would be someone waiting for him to sign a mixtape he produced. Somewhere on that list was the boy with computer problems passed out with stains on his tee shirt. And oddly enough that is the sight Yoongi got to see with his own two eyes.

The kid probably didn't have a car, didn't know where he was or how to get back, and would appreciate Yoongi taking him home. So he decides to take him this time only. As much as Yoongi liked sleeping around and going to parties, he was not one to easily let someone into his life, and his closest friends knew that. 

With that, he bent down to get closer to the level of Namjoon, in the process, smelling the liquor waft off of him going into his nose. Yoongi crinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of vodka, bad decisions,  and slight vomit: which was absolutely disgusting. He tapped the boy on the shoulders, who he presumed to be younger than him due to his use of Hyung. When that failed, he shook the boy's shoulder. Even then, it failed to work on him. Yoongi decided to do a trick he learned back home after it, painfully, was used on him. He put his fingernails on the sides of the boy's earlobe and pinched, hard.

Namjoon sharply breathed in from his nose and his eyes flew open. Yoongi raised a finger up to his nose and whispered, "Hey kid, you want me to take you home?" The younger had his eyes transfixed on the floor as he nodded slowly. 

After struggling a lot, Yoongi somehow managed to get Namjoon to get up. He led the boy through the house while keeping a tight grip on his forearm. When they approached the front door, Yoongi looked back at the hungover boy, quickly taking his thumb and rubbing off pizza sauce plastered on to the side of Namjoon's mouth.

"Better. Let's go." 

Yoongi pushed the glass door open slightly smudging the transparent material with the oils on his fingers. Arriving outside, the sun beat down on both of them, contrasting with how chilled the morning air was. It made the older boy's hair gleam with how much bleach he had dumped in it recently. Raising a hand over his eyes while squinting, he looked for where he had thought he parked his car.

Upon approachment, Yoongi stopped, Namjoon followed his lead. He glanced up and down the car, looking for any sorts of vandalism. It wouldn't be the first time this would happen. One time he had found his car with Kraft mac and cheese dripping down the windshield. For this use only, Yoongi kept a roll of paper towels in the trunk. He snapped out of his little 'memory share' and walked over to his side of the car. He opened the door after unlocking it, the cool metal feeling nice on his rather hot hand. He eased into the car, Namjoon mirroring his actions on the other side.

He started the car, the growl of the engine echoing throughout the car. Yoongi looked to his right. Namjoon was staring forward, looking like he was ready breakdown right in front of him. The older smiled as he looked down.

"So where do you live?"

Namjoon looked at Yoongi, jaw slightly trembling. 

And then the tears fell.

-A/N-

hello. im back. and i actually really like this chapter. i finally have a pretty decent outline for the next couple chapters. yay!! im going to camp for the next two weeks so expect me back on the 5th and a chapter out a couple days later.

~hanne(yanni)