맞춤형 남자 친구 : CUSTOM BOYFRIEND

"Are you having a cold war with Jung Hoseok?"

Yoongi sits by his piano, his slender fingers alternating between slotting both new and too many times recycled melodies together and penning the sequences onto paper before he can forget them once more his trail of thought cut off when the sounds of electronic cheering cut through the room, once, twice, thrice. The noises are all too distracting for him and he slams his pen down trailing into the living area to find Hoseok sat on the floor the screen presenting his game of Wii tennis as his hand lazily swings the direction of his command in order to play the iconic competitive game. "It has been such a long time since you played this. You said you wouldn't play whilst I'm working, didn't you?" With this remark Hoseok shuts off the game and retires to their shared bedroom suddenly tired from the quibble. By the time Yoongi joins him in the soft but anything but comforting sheets of their bed Hoseok is already asleep, positioned on his side facing away from the side on which Yoongi resides. For a while he ponders if he should inch closer or not to the sleeping form, he watches the almost missable rise and fall of the man's shoulders as his steady breaths lull him into a sleepier state of mind. Gently he grazes his hand over the younger man's arm, wanting just a slither of contact but too afraid to wake him in doing so. He hovers there for a moment before pulling back with a sigh instead using his lonely hand to cover his stinging eyes. On the other side of Hoseok lay the youngest of the men, engulfed in a protective embrace against the toned planes of his warm chest.

The day had come for Yoongi to meet with producer Kim Namjoon to discuss his new songs and as promised Hoseok had accompanied him, insisting that he drive him so he could put his mentality into preparation for the meeting. Yoongi sat in the passenger seat but his mind wasn't on Namjoon or what he would have to say on his music, his eyes much too focused on Hoseok the entirety of the drive, catching the driver stealing glances in the rear view mirror, not on the road behind them but on the empty back seats that seemed a lot more interesting than making conversation with Yoongi, the man looked on in confusion but didn't attempt to address the peculiar behaviour since they had approached the destination.
"Tonight I won't have dinner at home" he begins "I have to have a discussion with Namjoon about editing the song" "Mhm, Right" Hoseok lazily offered in response, his passive attitude stopping Yoongi from pushing open the heavy door further.
"You used to notice this before, didn't you? About me being alone with Namjoon?"
Hoseok contemplates for a moment at this sudden boldness from the man
"Of course I'm worried, won't he keep you to stay too late?" At this Yoongi lowers his gaze a little, continuing his disembarkment from the car slowly before he halts before ducking out of the car entirely "I always invest a lot in things that I love... But you've already changed. I thought you would understand." he finishes, pushing the door shut and ending their short exchange at that. Hoseok watches the man enter the building when a loud ping cuts through the new silence filling the car effectively causing him to jump from being always having been one to be easily startled. He checks his phone which had been the source of the disturbance and is met with a notice 'Your cyber lover has been with you 10 days. Please make a notice of removing this app in time within 30 days.' In the backseat sat his aforementioned cyber lover, his usually bright and happy face downcast in a heart wrenching yet adorable pout as he frowned to himself upon hearing the notice. Hoseok offered the man a sad smile before turning to the road once again and driving off.

Inside the over cooled building Yoongi waited in the café set off to one corner in anticipation, reflecting on his conversation with Hoseok and all the things he wished he hadn't said but knew he needed to. He hadn't notice the tall, slender man approach him until a velvet smooth voice address him "Yoongi Hyung, what's wrong?" as said man took upon himself to sit across from his position at the table the soothing voice continued "I spent the whole of last night listening to your demo versions. Why are your rhythms so disconnected? I could only see effects. There is no love at all." The man adjusts his gaze to one of sympathy whilst he delivers the rest of his blow of a critique "it sounds so.. unpleasant. I don't think I can publish this kind of music. Hyung, there are many newcomers now and their compositions are also well appreciated. Don't play tough with me" The well versed man reaches across the table and places Yoongi's hand within his own "Are you still having a Cold War with Jung Hoseok? Every time you have problems with him your songs are like shit." Yoongi pulls his hand away, standing up all at once, his eyes downcast and averted from Namjoons own soft ones. "We're getting on well, there's nothing wrong already. I'll quickly bring new songs for you." sighing as he finishes his sentence.
"That's good, I trust that you won't disappoint me." Letting the man finish his sentence before he practically ran out of the building was the least he could offer in return of the man taking the time to meet with him even though he didn't have good feelings on his new songs.

Yoongi found himself sitting at the bar he had become accustomed to going to many years ago, a shoddily prepared ready meal half eaten on his plate he pushed aside moments ago in favour of his small glass of liquor to be in front of him, for more convenient access he reasoned before pushing the now empty glass away from himself to slide his phone onto the vacant space his hesitant fingers dancing over his contact list pulling up the number he was in search of and beaming the call function on the screen to him like a shiny red button. He allowed his phone to dial the line for a moment before hitting cancel, offering the device a disappointed look as if it had been the cause of his troubles. 'Ah today is the worst' He seriously needed another drink with that thought resounding to himself. Once he was content in his forgetful state of drunken buzz he left the bar and stumbled towards the direction he believed best to take him home, having to stop momentarily when the dizziness became to much and his stomach felt the urge to rid itself of the burning content.