wayward ✗ myg+pjm

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             A deep sigh left the lips of Min Yoongi, the color of the air turning a grey color as he flicked the ashes from the tip of the white stick that hung loosely between his pointer and index fingers. The night air was cool making the pale boys cheeks tint a red color as he blew out another collection of smoke from his mouth, dark eyes observing the quiet night. His eyes flicked to the sound of laughing and found a small group of teens walking down the street while playfully pushing one another around, he recognized a couple of them as the sons of his neighbors that lived next to him on both sides. The group of teens moved to the sidewalk as a car passed and they stopped in front of Yoongis home while continuing to talk, as though one of them sensed Yoongis presence he turned and looked at him quickly becoming quiet at the sudden sight of the older man. The boy almost seemed surprised at the figure lurking on his dimly lit porch, the only real indicator that the man was truly there being the faint red glow coming from the end of his cigarette as he held it to his mouth.

"Hi", the boy spoke with a slight waver in his voice, whether it be from nerves or the cold, he didn't know, "I live next door, I don't think we ever caught your name?"

            Yoongi just stayed silent as he watched the rest of his friends stop and look at him expectantly, had he wanted them to know his name he would have told them the day he moved in. He would have dressed up nice, baked some cookies, and showed up on their front door step with a happy welcoming smile and introduced himself. But this of course was not the type of person Min Yoongi was, so without a words he just stubbed his cigarette out on the wood of the banister next to him and flicked the white stub towards the teens in his yard before turning on his heels and going back into his home.

            He really couldn't concern himself with others, it was too much of a hassle and a bother to him and he couldn't care less for friends or even acquaintances. Yoongi could remember being a young child and not caring even then for people that would try introducing themselves to him, they would then sit there waiting for him to reply with his name but they would get nothing and he'd get a scolding from his mother for being rude. In his life, he has probably met hundreds of people but not a single one did he think was worth his breath for an introduction. Of course growing up in the high society he did it was a requirement for you to introduce yourself and brag slightly to make it up higher on the ladder of success, that had been his life up until 10 months ago when he decided to leave the luxurious life of a rich family's son and move into a small rundown house many towns over. He had never liked the life of the rich, didn't enjoy how everything seemed to be handed to you on a silver platter instead of working for it.

            It was at the age of 15 did Yoongi decide he wanted to become a writer, of course his father was heavily against it and began forcing Yoongi to follow him to meetings and lavish parties to get him used to the family business, the one thing that the young boy did not want nor care about was just that. Now, as an adult he had decided he was done and left home to live his life the way he wanted which currently was wearing pajamas 24/7, not sleeping, and not eating right.

            After going back inside he made his way to his office where sat down in his black leather computer chair and went back to his computer. Checking his email he finds one from his landlord, the subjects reading ''IMPORTANT'' in large bold letters. Opening it he let his eyes scan over the message from the woman.

Dear Mr Min,

I'm writing to inform you that the empty room that is in the home you are living in at the moment is being rented out to someone, they will be entering the home on the 23rd and will be living with you from there forth. If you have any questions you know how to contact me.

Yoongi stopped reading for a moment to try and process the words on his screen.

Someone rented the room in his house? A person? Was? Moving? In???

"Are you serious." He let out a loud groan while leaning back in his chair, this was a mess. He had rented this place out in the belief that he would be alone but now the landlord was moving someone in. The only good thing to come out of this was that he didn't have to pay as much rent as he had, not that it was much, but still.

            To spend as long as he had with minimal contact with other humans he had he can't even begin to imagine living with another one again. The thought of someone else being in his personal space had his skin crawling and he could almost sense a headache coming on with the idea of someone else living with him. You see, for years Yoongi has had an anxious habit of not letting people in his own area. Whenever a maid went into his room to clean he would have a small nervous breakdown because someone had been in his own special space and touched things, moved things around even. He couldn't stand it and had lashed out several times at the workers who entered his room, it was something that bothered him to no end and made him frustrated.

            So now Yoongi was having to come to terms with the fact that another human being was going to be living with him, sharing a bathroom with him, and the same air. Shivering at the thought he pushed away from his computer after turning it off and walked out of his office and to his room where he landed face first into the messiness of his covers, looking to the clock on his night stand the time read 5:45am. Rolling onto his back he began to drift into a groggy sleep/awake state where he remained till 3pm when he was suddenly awoken by a knock on the door.