wayward ✗ myg+pjm

3

            The sound of computer keys being pressed rang though the room along with the sound of low music playing. Yoongi was hard at work with trying to write his new chapter up, he had writers block but after going back a revising some earlier chapters and giving his white board of genius (as he called it) a visit he was back on track with ruining his main character's life. The story he was busy with he had been working on for the last year and after changing it a thousand times he had finally settled on a cast of characters and the plot.

            Pushing his chair back he leaned back stretching his arms out, cracks and pops could be heard as he did so making him grimace slightly. Standing he did a couple stretches to make his body less stiff and not as painful from sitting in funny positions for the last 12 hours. The clock in the corner of his screen told him it was about 10am and so he decided to call it a day and shut his computer off after saving his work and left the dark room. Sitting at the dining room table on his phone a spoon hanging from his mouth was his new nuisance of a roommate, his hair was sticking up in funny ways and his eyes seemed far away as he texted. Noticing the eyes of Yoongi Jimin looked up at the older man and took the spoon from his mouth.

"What?"

Yoongi simply rolled his eyes and continued into the kitchen to find food, and by food he meant some type of junk food that wasn't good for him.

"You know you've got zero real food in this house right? I had to go out and buy some stuff."

Just like Jimin said Yoongi found the fridge to be stocked with stuff besides soda and leftover take out.

"I don't know why you did, you won't be here long." Yoongi grumbled coming out from the kitchen.

Letting out a loud groan and throwing his head back Jimin spun his spoon around in the yogurt in front of him. "Are you still on that? Get over it dude, I live here now." He said while putting the spoon in his mouth.

Before Yoongi could spit out a snarky reply Jimins phone rang.

"Hello? Oh hi Jin, yes I can come in right now. Why? R-really? Thank you! Nonono, you're fine I'm not busy. Okay, okay, thank you I'll see you in a minute." Standing up quickly Jimin rushed to the kitchen where he dropped his bowl into the sink and then to his room where he quickly got ready.

"Where are you going." Yoongi frowned.

"I, for your information, just got a job so there's no getting rid of me now so if you don't mind I'll be going." Opening the door Jimin turned to Yoongi. "Oh and don't bother with the door, I will be back." Jimin smiled before leaving.

"I will be back." Yoongi mocked in a high pitch voice before going to the door and locking it.

            After a few moments of grumbling at the door where the pink haired male once stood Yoongi finally turned and grabbed his bag of shrimp crackers and plopped onto the couch for a moment of relaxation. Ripping the bag open he shoved his hand into it and started piling the food into his mouth unattractively, the residue that was left over on his hands he just rubbed off onto his pant leg. Yoongis mind wondered off to work and he began calculating how much longer he had to work on his story and how much he had left, at least 6 chapters. 6 chapters didn't seem like a lot but it would probably take another month to finish, two if he got stuck on a part again.

"Better get back to it I guess." Balling up the now empty bag and tossing it into the trash Yoongi made his way back into his office only to pause before he crossed over into the room. As quick as he could he locked the front door and ran to Jimins room to lock the window. "Try to get in now." He smiled to himself before going back to the office to work.

            After a good few hours Yoongi was satisfied with his work and saved it a couple times before standing and making his way out of the room and trudged to the kitchen for a drink. It had already gotten dark out and he was sure the need for sleep was going to crash down on him pretty soon. Rubbing his neck he walked back into the dining room only to almost drop his cup in scared surprise.

"How'd you get in? I locked the door and your window!"

Jimin just pulled a string that was attached around his neck from his shirt and slung it around, there was a key on the end. "I found the spare key, plant pots aren't really a good place to hide things Yoongi."

"Wh- how do you know my name?"

"I talked to the landlord earlier, she asked how you were, I said you were an ass and she laughed. Nice woman that is, just like our neighbors."

"We don't have an 'our' anything."

"Oh sir, yes we do. So," Jimin walked to Yoongi getting close to his face," you better get used to it real quick here." The man then walked away and sat down on the couch turning the tv on, Yoongi on the other hand stood completely still with a red face and fast beating heart.