almost, but not quite.

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FOR yerim to learn his friend's deal or not, devouring jeongguk's continous complaints is starting to grate his patience— and interrupt what little sleep he could get.

"yoongi!"

"what the—" he shoots up from his position, grabbing the baseball bat that is leaning on the side of his bed, and is about to swing it towards the intruder just as the light flicks on.

momentarily becoming blind, he loses his grip on the metal to rub his eyes, letting out another curse.

someone in front of him snorts. "it's me, you shit. no need to get violent."

finally adjusting to the brightness, he squints his eyes and grumbles when he sees none other than jeon jeongguk, looking disheveled and twitchy.

he collapses back in his bed, muttering, "what the fuck are you doing in my house at this hour? don't you know that i hate getting interrupted when i sleep?"

"quit being such a girl," jeongguk replies, getting himself accommodated by plopping down on his favorite bean bag. "anyway, guess what just happened."

yoongi groans; here we go again. "i don't know, mate. but i have a feeling that you'll tell me what had."

"damn right, i will!" he agrees. "that fucking wench..."

he rubs his forehead, mentally checking if there's an advil hidden somewhere in his medicine cabinet. "which one are we talking about?"

"yerim, of course!" jeongguk practically screams, and— fuck, why am i not surprised? "who the hell does she think she is? asking for me to meet up with her tomorrow night? as if i'll lower myself enough to actually acknowledge her invitation."

he covers his snort with a cough. "oh, but you're going to."

jeongguk's face turns into the ugliest grimace he could pull off in confusion. "what the fuck are you talking about?" it doesn't take him five seconds flat to actually get what yoongi had implied, however, but just two. "are you suggesting that i will actually— what? meet up with her to waste my valuable time?"

you're already wasting my valuable sleep, yoongi thinks to himself, but only shrugs. "i didn't say you will, but if you're going to, i don't see what's so wrong about it."

"but... but— i don't want to," jeongguk replies weakly, his brows furrowing.

he rolls his eyes, sighing. "then don't, for fuck's sake. it's not like anyone's pushing you." levelling himself up with his elbows digging on the matress, he asks, "am i pushing you?"

jeongguk can only continue to look at him, and when he feels that the man's inner turmoil is on shambles, he could only sigh in relief as jeongguk stands up, grumbling. "whatever. just fuck off."

so much for saying thanks, he muses once more, but couldn't help but mutter, "but you'll rather fuck her, instead," just when jeongguk opens the veranda door.

"what the fuck did you just said?"

he rolls his eyes behind his closed lids. "i said close the door after you leave." ignoring the slam of wood on wood, yoongi, sadly, finds himself not being able to sleep. "bludgering hell."

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