i really hate jung hoseok (not)//yoonseok

02: my bitch don't love me no more

The movie was over, and Yoongi had decided to go home. Not that he particularly wanted to, but Taehyung and Jeongguk we're being particularly lovey-dovey, all while being very nosey about the Hoseok situation. Yoongi didn't wanna talk about it, he just got in a bad mood.

When he arrived at his front door, he took a deep breath of the cold December air. He was, unknowingly so, fiddling with his ear piercing, a habit he had picked up right after getting it. Before unlocking the door, he checked his phone, desperately hoping for an excuse not to go home, but of course, the universe just wasn't on his side.

He kicked off his Adidas sneakers before hanging his jacket, and stretched his arms behind his head. It was about twelve thirty pm.

The twenty-two-year-old was not in the worst of moods, but as soon he stepped into the kitchen, he could hear loud music coming from upstairs.

"God, please have mercy on my soul." He mumbled to himself, hoping that Hoseok wouldn't come out of his room, because frankly, Yoongi wasn't in the mood for an argument. Despite that, he knew that the moment he'd see Hoseok's face, he'd get irritable. The boy was usually collected, but he couldn't keep his shit together around the younger boy, who proved himself to be a nuisance no matter what time of the day.

Yoongi decided on making some coffee, as he was tired from the walk home. It probably wouldn't do him many favors to drink coffee now, when it was already getting late, but he couldn't give less of a shit. It felt as though it would be impossible for him to even make it up the stairs in his current state. Especially with the loud music from the room upstairs.

As if the universe was playing some kind of sick joke on him, in the exact moment Yoongi again thought of Hoseok, the music upstairs stopped, and he could hear a door being opened, and feet on the stairs.

"Sweet Jesus, what'd I ever do to deserve this..." Yoongi pleaded to himself, inaudible, as Jung Hoseok stepped into the kitchen, eyes darting to Yoongi as soon as he emerged from the hallway. He was wearing his signature outfit, ripped, black skinny-jeans and a sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Classic Hoseok, generic fuckboy attire.

"What's up, nerd?" Hoseok asked, as he made his way to the fridge. Yoongi scoffed from where he was standing, by the boiler. Did the guy even realize how much of a cliché he was?

"Good evening to you too..." He mumbled, quiet, but loud enough that he was sure the other could hear it.

Hoseok pulled an array of ingredients out of the fridge and started making himself a sandwich.

"So, no girlfriend over tonight?" Yoongi almost growled, scratching the nape of his neck as he tiptoed to reach the coffee-tin on a shelf that was placed slightly too high for him to reach.

Hoseok clicked his tongue loudly, in annoyance, not stopping his sandwich-making, "Why are you always on my ass, old man?"

Yoongi scoffed, and stood back down, putting the coffee tin on the table, before turning around. Leaning against the counter with the palms of his hands, he looked over at Hoseok, and made a face of distaste. "Yo, listen, brat, I'm not 'on your ass', but I literally do not get any sleep having my room next to yours. Is it impossible for you to quiet down, no matter what the fuck you're doing? Besides, I'm only like three years older than you, give me a break..."

"You're just jealous cause you don't get any..." Hoseok smirked, raising his eyebrows, still not pausing his sandwich-making. Seemed very intense. Yoongi could feel himself growing impatient, just as he has feared. He rolled his eyes, and turned around to grab a mug for his coffee.

"In all the time I've lived here I haven't seen you with any chicks," Hoseok continued on, obviously amused by Yoongi's annoyance. This time he stopped whatever passionate love affair he was having with the bread of this sandwich, and finally looked up, "is it 'cause of your sexual frustration that you're so grumpy all the time?"

"Well, excuse me for not bringing a string of one-night-stands home, I actually have shit to do other than fuck around with a new girl every week" Yoongi chuckled humorlessly and sarcastically.

Hoseok snorted, and returned to his ex-lover, the sandwich, "Whatever you say, grandpa."

"Do you not have anything better to do than have ridiculously, almost comically, loud sex in the middle of the night? Aren't you nineteen and in school? Shouldn't you be sleeping or something?" Yoongi commented as he waited for the boiler to make a noise.

"Excuse me for not wasting my youth." Hoseok said, and that made Yoongi laugh.

"That's- that's the funniest fucking thing I've heard all week," he managed to get out in-between laughs, "I think you're officially the biggest cliché in all of Seoul." The boiler clicked.

"I think you're the most boring twenty-two-year-old in all of Seoul."

"Psh. Whatever kiddo. Talk to me when you're done making love to that sandwich, you're really eyeing the thing. Good luck" Yoongi sighed as he poured the water into his mug. He grabbed it, and shot a final glance at the other boy, before walking out of the room, towards the stairs.

He felt Hoseok's eyes on his back as he left the kitchen.

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Yoongi threw on his biggest, most comfortable Star Wars hoodie, and struggled with peeling off his extremely tight skinny jeans, underneath which he was wearing panties.

Yoongi didn't like boxers, they felt weird on him. He felt a lot more comfortable in underwear targeted at women, it felt more natural. He knew that most guys he had a chance with probably didn't find that the most attractive thing. But honestly, he didn't really give a fuck, what difference did it make, no one was seeing him without pants on anyways. His close friends knew, but it wasn't really a big deal.

Regardless, he slumped down on his bed, nothing but his hoodie and underwear on, sitting against his headboard, legs folded. The boy pulled out his phone, scrolling through his twitter feed. He was just thriving in the silence. He didn't get to enjoy it for long though, as the universe and everything in it was against him.

Really loud music started blasting, presumably on full volume, from the room next to his own, and the walls in the house were thin. Yoongi sighed loudly and turned off his phone, still holding it in his hand. He threw his head back against the headboard and groaned.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he grumbled to himself. It really wasn't easy to just let it go and ignore it. Yoongi was 100 percent sure that Hoseok was doing this to spite him. The music normally wasn't this loud, but the bickering in the kitchen probably led him to it.

He decided to try and ignore it for the first ten minutes, but when the younger boy decided to play Xxxtentacion's "Look At Me" at an ungodly volume, Yoongi had had enough. He stood up, god forbid, and went over to the wall separating him from Hoseok. Then he knocked, pretty violently.

"I'm like: "bitch, who is your mans?", aye"

"Yah, brat, could you keep it down!?" he yelled, after coughing.

He heard the music stop, and he let out a breath. Thank god.

Then it started again, just as he lay down on his bed.

"Can't keep my dick in my pants, aye"

And he'd been wrong before. The volume hadn't been turned to 100.

"My bitch don't love me no more, aye"

Because now it was much louder than before.

"She kick me out, I'm like "vro", aye"

Yoongi threw a pillow over his head, trying to drown out the noise.

Fuck.

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here goes chapter two! btw i love xxxtentacion so much y'all, he's fucking great, go listen tO hIs sHIt pLEesE ( i reccomend 'i spoke to the devil in miami, he told me everything would be fine' and 'what in xxxtarnation!')

love ya! ~