We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

9. DRINK?

Hoseok was parched. His mouth felt like a desert that just got sun burnt. It hurt to swallow and he could hear from a room nearby there was a stream of water. Fresh, crisp, water. The trickling sound mocking him and his form of dehydration. Yoongi had also stated that if he wants a drink, he could join him. Maybe drinking with a monster wasn't his ideal way of spending his last few hours but something about the idea was drawing him in- perhaps his thirst.

So with that in mind, he took shaky steps out of the alleyway that he entered. It was particularly quiet. Everything was still, minus his heartbeat. Which he supposed was a good thing. If his heart kept beating, no matter what rate, he was alive. Contrary to his beliefs that maybe death would be better than this constant worry of fearing for his life.

The centre of the well, was darker than before and glancing up at the only source of light, he noticed it was dark out. The sun had passed to the side for another day and Hoseok wondered if he would ever see sunrise.

Now he was baffled. Which room would Yoongi be in? There were 5 choices and one room he just came out of so he knew for a fact it wouldn't be that one. He sighed internally. With his next inhale, he heard something. A murmur of a voice that was exceptionally quiet. Hoseok looked up expecting to see the shadow of a person resting against the well, yet the voice was closer than that. Searching around in the depths of the well, in the furthermost archway the mumbling voice became louder.

The walk through was eerie. The mumbling voice got louder and louder, speaking it's words which Hoseok couldn't quite make out. Every now and then it would go silent before starting up again at the quiet volume.

The dingy walk left Hoseok standing in another large area. The stoning used to make the wall jutted out to create a distorted work surface that lined the circular area. The surface was clattered in odd shaped cutlery.

In the middle of the room was a giant table. Saying that, Hoseok thought it just looked like a smoothed out rock- which in hindsight, probably was. Polished dark marble standing proudly in the room. What made Hoseok gasp however was the beautiful display of Yoongi.

Porcelain skin, as white as snow, against the black table. A daring contrast of the moon against the night sky. His head leaning over a book and he mumbled words and phrases, reciting the book. However on closer glance, Hoseok noticed a fountain pen in his hand and that Yoongi was, in fact, writing something.

His face, deep in concentration, tongue sticking out at the corner of his dusty pink lips. Eyes downcast and giving the perfect angle for Hoseok to notice his long dark eyelashes. Perfectly curled and creating shadows across his cheeks.

A single step, to make himself known in the room, had Yoongi ripping his head up from his work. His muttering voice falling silent and he squinted towards the boy.

"You fancied a drink in the end?" His voice was much louder as he spoke directly towards Hoseok, standing up and moving the books that were in front of him.

The boy nodded. Watching the monsters every move as he walked to the edge of the room and placed a cup underneath some rocks.

"Mineral water is great here, it's all free." He paused, returned to the table and sat, placing the drink opposite. "You going to sit? Or carry on standing there?"

Again, Hoseok nodded his head sheepishly.

The seat was hard and in need of a cushion and it was all quite cold against his covered clothes. He questioned how Yoongi managed to sit on it bare legged.

The two boys stared at each other for a while. In complete contemplating silence. Yoongi's hands fiddled with the pen he was writing with, twirling it like a baton between his smooth looking skin. Hoseok didn't really know what to say to the male, which was a first. He was usually great at starting conversation, but what could he say?