little ¦ yooncentric

pjm - Pale Skin (pt. 2)

Title: Pale Skin laced with Bruises

Chapters: 2/9

By: yoongishi

A/N: I wanted to post on yoongis birthday but i didn't think it'd be good enough lol. so here it is.

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A chill went down Yoongi's neck as he pried his eyes open. Head aching, mouth dry, and eyes slightly stinging from the light peeking through the blinds into the room. This wasn't his home, but it was familiar. He glanced over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. It's blue numbers read: 5:07 A.M.

He removed the blanket from the lower half of his body and carefully sat up, making sure he didn't wake up the man next to him. He noticed money left on a pile of clothes with his phone was placed next to it atop the drawer at the end of the bed. He did his best to put on his clothes even though he was still horrendously dizzy and fatigued, taking a little too long on some buttons of his shirts but still able to end up looking half decent. He trudged across the room and stood in front of the mirror, checking his neck for any hickeys or teeth marks. The guy wasn't exactly known for making noticeable marks but better safe than sorry.

He picked up his phone and turned it on. There were a few messages from Jin, wondering how he was doing and what he wanted for dinner tonight. Yoongi typed in some short responses; I'm fine and anything. He wasn't exactly in the mood for a conversation about dinner or his well-being at the moment. Especially not when his client might be waking soon, and Yoongi is not a definitely not a fan of speaking to his clients the morning after. He quickly scans for anything he might have forgotten and successfully slips out of the house unnoticed.

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A hungover Jimin was not a happy Jimin. Especially when he had been indirectly rejected on his birthday. The silly thought of actually him having a chance with the boy was naïve on his part. After the guy left, Jimin may have had a little too many tequila shots and fancy cocktails. He couldn't help it and neither Hoseok nor Taehyung stopped him anyway. At this point, he couldn't even tell if they were being good or bad friends. Jimin was now sitting in class, squinting at the large projected screen because if he tried to open his eyes any more than he had them now, he was sure he'd go blind. He should have called in but this was the only day the professor was doing an overview of their exam. Jimin internally groaned. It's not like he could comprehend anything anyway. This was was probably just as bad, if not, worse than his previous decision to just stay home.

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"Jimin!" Hoseok called, entering Jimin's last class that was right before his lunch break. How the hell is he still so energetic after seemingly drinking as much as Taehyung? "Hi, Hobi, What's up," He answered lazily, trying to make it obvious that he's not in the mood for any of his hyung's shenanigans.

"I was hoping that we could go out for some food since Taehyung decided to become sick and ditch me." Hoseok pretended to sob, dramatically falling onto Jimin's shoulder. "You're such a troublesome hyung," Jimin snickered. "Please, Jimin? I'll buy you something," He pushed Hoseok away and grabbed his bag that was hanging on the chair. He sighed a little before turning to Hoseok, "Shall we go?" "Ah," Hoseok clutched his chest, acting as if he were extremely moved by Jimin's simple actions, "you're such a kind dongsaeng. Taking care of his lonely hyung," Hoseok wiped away an imaginary tear. Jimin jokingly rolled his eyes, earning a little slap on the arm from Hoseok.

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Yoongi made sure no one was around as he took out the spare key under the mat. He had told Jin many times that this was probably not a good place to hide their key, especially since it could be easily found. Jin was reluctant and told him that it would be fine and not to worry. Yoongi still doesn't know how a robber or murderer hasn't intruded them yet. He unlocked the door, slipped the key back under the mat, and entered the apartment, noticing a pair of shoes that weren't his or Jin's.