Hoseok massages his too tight forehead working small circles into his temple with thumb and forefinger, his patience rapidly shortening with each flat note burdening his ears. Slamming his long forgotten book down in frustration and rising to his feet, his long limbs striding over to confront the source of his disturbance. His room mate and lover who appeared to be far too lost in his own world, determined to practice and nail the part of the song he had been working on to no avail lately. The heavy handed musician hadn't even stopped to notice the others presence.
"How long does this have to last?" Hoseok states more than asks the man in front of him and also more notably the cause of his irritations. The blonde male doesn't so much as look at him diminishing his last remnants of tolerance for the guy.
"How long do I have to stand you?" his all too harsh words are once again met with no response and the unrhythmic practice refuses to come at a halt, the icing on the cake.
"I said, how long do I have to stand you!" Hoseok shouts out plucking the organ from the ignorant man's lap and throwing it across the room, the sound of the once precious instrument hitting the hard marble floor of their shared apartment even uglier than any bum notes could possibly sound.
"This is my most favourite organ." the older male whispers refusing to look up at Hoseok
"You gave it to me by yourself." This time the smaller males words ooze defeatedly as he reaches for the music sheets in front of him and standing as he does, this time meeting Hoseok's eyes as he rips the papers before him, throwing the shreds up into the air and allowing them to fall in shards around their feet.
"Essentially you know nothing."
Hoseok is left standing among the discarded disaster-piece of the torn up paper scattered across the cold floor as the older prepares to leave the apartment, himself having been to shock by the outburst to attempt making a move to prevent him from leaving.
Hoseok doesn't know when it started. Yoongi cannot compose songs anymore. For composing, he sacrifices everything. Even him, he often thinks to himself. He isn't sure how many times squabbles like that had happened but it had been many times.
That day however was their six years together anniversary.
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