reset ; ym

Almost six weeks later, close to midnight

Yoongi swore he had one of the worst days ever.

Not only was class especially exhausting that day and he had a shit ton of work to do (it was already late that evening and he was nowhere near done), but Hoseok had been trying to reach him for the past few days.
Apparently, Jungkook was freaking out over his reaction the other day, Namjoon was pissed and Hoseok worried as fuck.
Yoongi didn't want to deal with that, though, so he didn't answer any of Hoseok's calls and didn't respond to his messages.

It was a really shitty thing to do, and somewhere at the back of his mind, he was aware of that. But he didn't want to deal with the problem either, because the problem included a certain someone that Yoongi had certainly had enough of.

He leaned back and groaned, rubbing his face. The universe probably hated him a lot – he still had to finish another essay, and it was already close to midnight.
He'd have to pull an all-nighter to get all the work done, which would be nothing new for Yoongi.
He got up and walked over to his kitchen to make himself a coffee; if he really wanted to survive that night he'd need at least some caffeine in his blood.

While he waited for the water to start boiling he walked over to the window and opened it.
The cool night air hit a part of his face as he grabbed the cigarette pack and opened it.
Yoongi hated himself for smoking again – it was unhealthy and all that shit, and it was expensive as fuck. But he didn't hate himself enough to actually stop.

He hadn't even smoked half of the cigarette when his phone that was still lying on the table started ringing.
It was probably just Hoseok, so Yoongi only threw it a glance and then ignored it. Maybe he would talk to him tomorrow, or whatever.

After about thirty seconds, the display of Yoongi's phone went black again, the ring tone fell silent.

Yoongi took another drag of his cigarette.

His phone started ringing again. He groaned and thought about just declining the call, but then he thought that if Hoseok called him two times in a row, something must've happened, so Yoongi stubbed out his cigarette and left it in the ashtray that was standing on his window sill, then he walked over to his table and grabbed his phone with a sigh.

He immediately froze when he saw the caller ID.

Jimin.

Yoongi stared at his phone with wide eyes. This had to be a sick joke, Jimin couldn't be serious – Yoongi should just decline the call and ignore him. He knew that would be the right thing to do; that's why he didn't understand what made him accept the call and raise his phone to his ear.

He didn't say anything, just listened to Jimin's breathing on the other end of the line.

"Hyung?" Jimin eventually said. He spoke loudly, too loudly. "Yoongi?"

Yoongi swallowed. "What do you want?" he asked.

Jimin whined. "Yoongi, don't be so rude... I just wanted to hear your voice." Fuck.

"Are you drunk?" Yoongi asked. There definitely was a slur in Jimin's voice, and it would explain the sudden call.

"What? Drunk? Me?" Jimin giggled. Then, the noise suddenly died down.

"Hyung," Jimin whined again, "I miss you so much..."

Yoongi had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself from saying something stupid. Instead, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

"You can't just call me like that," he said, trying his best to stay calm.
"Jimin, you hear me? Go annoy Taehyung or Jungkook or whatever –"

"No," Jimin interrupted him, "They don't get me, they are so mean to me... Hyung, why did you leave me? We were so happy together..."
Yoongi winced. "We were," he mumbled, but Jimin didn't seem to catch it, "Please hang up and don't call me again, Jimin, okay? Where are you, I'll tell Jungkook so he can pick you –"