learning | sope [ON HOLD]

009

when yoongi woke up around midday, hoseok wasn't in the room. he was a little surprised, usually, hoseok would be hunched over his sketchbook drawing or fine lining his latest artwork. hoseok's desk was a mess, colour pencils were scattered everywhere and crumbled up balls of failed masterpieces littered the surface. yoongi liked how hoseok had stuck little doodles he had drawn along the backboard, ones of surreal dogs saying "don't give up!" or something of the sort. it was charming, just like hoseok.

yoongi slid out of bed and stood up, he made his way over to his own desk and sat down. yoongi opened up his laptop, a blank page vacated the screen. he had yet to finish the story about the boy and his cancer, yoongi was stumped for ideas and everything he came up with either didn't make sense or didn't fit the mood of the story. yoongi huffed and looked out of the small, dirty window at the grey sky and wispy clouds. the weather suited his mood very well. he huffed and leant back in his chair, he wished that everything was easy and that he could write a decent story at the snap of his fingers.

writer's block got the best of yoongi, he was sprawled out on his bed texting jungkook. they were laughing about stupid nothings and calling each other out on typos. jungkook was currently trying to persuade yoongi to come to a party happening on saturday. yoongi was having none of it. he refused to go to another party. parties weren't his usual scene and the memories yoongi associated with parties made his nauseous.

the loud music which hurt your ears, sweating bodies moving too close to one another, and how everyone forgets about morality. it was good at the start, he fitted in well and the food was good, the music was at a reasonable noise level. partygoers were tame. yoongi was comfortable, probably because jimin was with him. he looked as stunning as ever, his clothes trendy but not basic, he styled each garment to match the other. he stuck by yoongi's side for most of the time. then it got late. the music's volume raised and the smell of alcohol floated through the air. glistening bodies moved to the music, only inches apart from their dance partner. yoongi thought it was quite beautiful. how no one cared about what their mothers would think about how much clothes covered their body or how intimate they got with their significant other. stars hung in the dark sky and the house was still luminous in the early hours of the morning. he lost jimin. yoongi wandered the hallways filled with couples and their PDA. he checked the door at the end of the hall, the host's bedroom. he felt dizzy. jimin was tangled with the host on the bed. yoongi almost didn't want to interrupt them, they were so engrossed in the moment it was almost mesmerising. disgusting and heartbreaking but mesmerising. jimin's reaction was priceless. flushed red and guilty, his eyes wide and hair messy.

a ping from his phone stopped yoongi's stroll down memory lane, it was from jungkook. yoongi groaned, jungkook was coming to take yoongi to that party whether he likes it or not. he was coming in ten minutes. yoongi looked at the time, only 1530, it was too early to go partying. yoongi shrugged and peeled himself off his bed, opened the closet and threw on the cleanest clothes he could find. he hoped he looked half decent and sat on his bed waiting for jungkook. he knows that jungkook is very punctual and wouldn't be late.

he heard a soft knock at the door and jungkook peeped out from behind the door. hoseok needs to start locking the door. yoongi smiled wryly at jungkook. the two walked down the hallway, it wasn't busy nor was it a ghost town, students lingered conversing about classes and how many nights ramen they've had ramen for dinner since the beginning of the year.

yoongi turned to jungkook, he asked, "jungkook-ah, why did you pick me up so early?"

"we're going shopping," jungkook shrugged and smiled a little.

"why? i don't care about this stupid party," yoongi scoffed.

"pfft. yoongi hyung, you need to look nice, you've been single for way too long. plus, if you didn't care about the party you wouldn't have let me drag you out here."

"i don't need a boyfriend."

"i'm not saying you need a boyfriend, i'm just saying you need to meet some new people."

"i really don't."

"you really do."

yoongi rolled his eyes and sighed. they walked in silence for the rest of the way out of the dormitory building.

jungkook hailed a taxi and the two headed to the nearest shopping centre. the traffic was light, the taxi driver was nice enough to not try and make small talk. jungkook played around with his phone and yoongi looked out the dirty window of the taxi. the sky was still grey and the clouds still dotted the sky. it was a dull but calming day. he would do anything to curl up with a good book in a safe space of his own. maybe a treehouse deep in the woods, or a lighthouse by the seaside, a den with fairy lights on the top floor apartment in the heart of new york.

the taxi stopped out front of the shopping centre and they got out. jungkook wrapped his hand around yoongi's wrist and gently pulled him into the building and to the nearest clothing store. a few guys around yoongi's age were browsing the dress shirts and slacks. jungkook looked at yoongi and smiled, a michevious glint in his eyes, making yoongi a little nervous.

"no one's going to be able to take their eyes off you when i'm done, hyung, " jungkook smirked scanning the clothes racks.

"splendid, " yoongi mutters rolling his eyes.

"i promise you won't regret it, " jungkook sweeps his soft hair away from his sparkling eyes. yoongi's tummy does an unnecessary and unanticipated backflip. yoongi had a crush on hoseok not jungkook...

right?