Laundromat Machine

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Their hearts laughed, a brief moment of joy in both of their lifes seemed to spread in their mind before the laundromat machine made that one familiar sound, causing Yoongi to stand up, his eyes focused on every single piece that he carefully put in his clothes basket, made out of the dirty white plastic and with a quick nod he wished Jungkook a goodbye.

Yoongi's feet were slowly dragged over the path, the path he knew better than the back of his hand and the smile Jungkook, the strange boy had drawn over his lips seemed to vanish with every step he took towards the blue house.

Nothing was permanent but the blood stains in his life.

He seemed so devoid of anything.

He had forgotten about his wish to see Jungkook the other day again, his mind seemed to be busy writing a script how this new day might start, he opened the door with the key he had received by the boy that was lying in the middle of room, the middle of the small appartment that only had one bathroom and one extra room where he cooked, but now the boy was lying on th couch, a small one that was already loaded with used clothes and his head hung low, he wasn't closing his eyes but he was pressing them together and Yoongi stood there, observing the boy in awe.

,,What took you so long Yoongi?" , the boy started the conversation, his blonde dyed hair falling into his eyes and on top of his end Yoongi could see the black natural hair colour shine through.

Yoongi felt guilt just by the way he looked at the other boy, it hurt his heart on a regular base and he was too blind to understand that the boy he seemed to be so intoxicated with treated him like an utter piece of shit.

But atleast he acknowlegded his existence.

,,I was doing the laundry." , he murmured shly, followed by a plead of apology.

,,I know you're a little clumsy head Yoongi, it's fine, just do me a favour, will you?"

Yoongi nodded, without hesitation, he leaned closer towards the couch and his eyes shimmered, he was willing to run a mile or steal diamonds, anything, even getting beaten up again was fine as long as the other male seemed to still let his gaze stuck on him.

,,Could you lend me a few bugs?"

,,A few?"

,,make it tweenty."

Yoongi's hands immediately ran inside his pockets and he grabbed all the bank notes he could feel between the bunches of coins.

He never seemed to realize how the money he had, the few dollar bills he stole from his dad's salary or stole, seemed to be blown away quicker than a few light leaves in a stormy autumn day.

Sometimes Yoongi even forgot about money, about how much he used to possess and how he earned it. He never remebered, because he prefered to forget the things that made him feel guilty, everyting he fogot but those eyes of pure emptiness when the boy he adored so horribly much looked back at him.

He never saw what Yoongi saw.

Yoongi saw the nights he had been crying over the boy photograph, days they had spendt with puzzling, eating and watching some silly movies until the boy would start talking about some other chick he saw the nights before in clubs. He saw the read messages, he saw the missing replies and the following mornings when he would run over concerened only to find the boy in his own vomit mumbling an apology about how he had just another hangover.

Yoongi saw the uglyness but found it so god damn pretty.

Because he was in love and nothing about his childhood friend Namjoon seemed ugly to him.

He just really wanted to hold him and protect him, he wanted to feel his warmth, while resting the head on his chest.

The memories of better times were permanent to him, when Namjoon helped Yoongi to learn riding his bike and climb trees, when he lend him his shoulder to cry on in may when Yoongi was only twelve and lost his mom and no blood of his own seemed to be able to cover them up. Yoongi could deal with a bleeding nose and a few bruises, as long as Namjoon would stay save.

He didn't care that the other seemed to be addicted to getting in trouble, they all had their addicitions.

Namjoon looked for trouble and Yoongi for the pain.