Mind Reader | k.th x j.jk / Vkook

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Sorry, ya boi is a pro at procrastination
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The Other Day, Yoongi's Apartment

I knocked on the door and waited. "One second!" I heard from the other side.

Ow ow ow, owch, pain. My toe...

The door unlocked and revealed my hyung's face, "hey Kook, here make yourself at home." He said as he opened the door fully.

I walked in, took my shoes off and sat on the couch, "stub your toe?" I asked as I looked around, not failing to notice the packet of cigarettes hidden behind the TV.

"Yeah... badly." Yoongi replied with a hiss, he joined me on the couch and sighed, "so yeah. Welcome to my home, it's not great. I'm not Taehyung or Jin with nice, fancy stuff, but it is a house."

"It is a house, in fact I quite like this house," I replied, still looking at the things surrounding me.

After a solid ten minutes of comfortable silence as we watched TV, I spoke up, "wanna play a game?"

"Sure kid, what we playing?" He answered and turned to face me fully, I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

"To keep it basic, you look the person up and down, and you've to guess how they've been doing the past few days, what they've been up to, what they're like, stuff like that." I explained.

He looked somewhat surprised for a moment, before nodding and rubbing his hands. "Alright, hyungs first," he cleared his throat and took a look at me.

"Uhm, very clean... I can tell that for a fact, you seem a bit uneasy, and that's all I've got," he huffed.

"There's not a lot you can say about people just by looking at them," Yoongi grumbled as he folded his arms.

I giggled and bit my lip, here goes.

"Your messy clothes and dirty hair show that you haven't been looking after yourself properly. Your skin is dry, especially on your hands, to the point where it's rubbing off and getting sore. You have concealer on to cover the bags under your eyes," I paused to take a breath

He was staring at me in disbelief.

"Non of your clothes are expensive, all of it is fairly cheap including your cologne and deodorant. Your eyes are a bit blood shot. You have a cut on the side of your left arm." I looked him in the eye, "and you have fags in your pocket."

(For anyone who doesn't know, fags is another word for cigarettes)

His mouth sat open after I said that, I gulped and looked at my feet, "I could smell the smoke when I walked in. Did you have one before I came?"

"I... Yeah. Yeah I-I did," he said and coughed lightly.

"Why, hyung?" I asked and looked back up at him, "you're not the type to do things without reason to."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, "it's nothing kid, really." He insisted.

"No hyung. I've watched you for a while now, you look so miserable when your on your own, or when people are distracted from you. What's going on?"

"It's - it's my house, and work. I'm, uh. Not getting earning any money right now and I can't pay rent. Heh, I can hardly afford food at this point. But it's okay, I'll work it out. Just stressed," he explained.

"Hyung... Why didn't you say anything earlier? We would've helped out." I saw his eyes watering.

"I just. Didn't want the attention from it. You're all doing well, nice homes, good jobs. I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrell, and I just..." he stopped to hick.