Torpidity.(A Sope fanfic) #Wattys2018

Chapt 45

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELIES!

(Yoongi)

Yoongi was pumped for the date. Well not exactly pumped since, you know, that seemed desperate.

Over the moon? Yes

Nervous? Yes.

Excited? Yes.

Pumped? No.

After a while of Hoseok blushing and denying and whatnot, he admitted that he had no place he could take the older to, making the elder laugh hysterically. Really, it could be anywhere, if Hoseok was with him. Then why was he fretting?

Even if the comment made Hoseok's adreline work overtime, he insisted inbetween stuttered breaths that he wanted it to be special and Yoongi had just grinned up at him.

Suddenly realization seemed to dawn in his face as the younger suddenly had an epiphany for a great date. He had all but rushed out with a 'wear something comfortable! At 8pm' Leaving Yoongi to be bewildered and mildly pissed at the younger's sudden absence.

But the sudden thought of what the fuck to wear, had Yoongi sprinting out of the park, right after Hoseok. He didn't see the younger anyways after he sprinted out towards his apartment. That didn't worry him though, he would see him later in the evening anyways.

Back at home, Yoongi was this close to have mental breakdown. He had never felt this frustrated over something trivial. And that fact frustrated him more.

Perfect. Frustrated by frustration.

He tugged at his pale hair, worrying over his bottom lips as he paced around and figured out what to wear for the date. Every pair of jeans and shirt or jacket he went through felt either over won, underdressed or overdressed.

Yes, Hoseok had told him to dress comfortably but YoongI's idea of comfortable included overlarge basketball shorts(not an options since it would how off his skinnier than a girl's legs) and sweatpants, maybe with an overlarge shirt with some kind of cynical quote.

Literally what he wore everyday, which was absolutely boring.

He wanted to surprise Hoseok. Like, Yeah bitch, I can look hot.

But How?!

A frustrated scream tore out of his throat as his spiraling thoughts brought no fashion discoveries.

In complete desperation he wondered if he should call Jungkook for help. But then he decided against it, because he knew the endless number of question that was going to be bombarded with and the annoying amount of teasing he was going to receive when he found out. And besides, it wasn't like the younger had a better fashion sense than him. Jungkook's idea of fashion consistently consisted of white shirt, jeans and brown timberlands.

Who else..? He wondered out loud going through his immensely small social circle.

Yoongi's features suddenly lightened up as he thought of his other curly haired dongsaeng.

Fingers fast, he dialed her number and breathed in relief as the call was answered after a couple of rings.

"Oppa," The girl on the other end started, dragging out the vowels like a child, not bothering with common greetings or mannerisms. "I'm busy memorizing my lyrics."

"Its urgent." Yoongi said worrying that she wouldn't have any time for him. "Cant you come over?"

"Are you in the hospital?" the girl screeched from the other end after a pause.