"What the hell? Are they fucking stupid? How did I get an 11? I shot an arrow at them I thought they would've hated me? They must've made a mistake. That's not my score," Yoongi began to aggressively rant.
Chiwon chuckled. "They must've liked your attitude. Great job Yoongi."
The whole penthouse erupted in cheers for Yoongi and Chiseo's training scores, mostly Yoongi's though.
Yoongi was caught up in his thoughts. Not once did it ever cross his mind that he would actually get a good training score from Gamemakers, let alone an 11. An 11 as your score was considered a blessing from God that one could only pray to get. He knew what he did could have caused him everything he has came to love, or so he thought. Maybe it was a trick and he really didn't deserve an 11. But if that was the case, what would be the point of showing the entire country a false score?
Yoongi was so inundated with his swarming theories, he failed to notice the burning glare filled with fiery that was sent his way from non other than the vile Chiseo.
Chiseo clears her throat with exaggeration, successfully earning everyone's attention. "Congrats to me of course and congrats to......you Yoongi. I'll be in my room if you need me."
The room fell silent, contrast to how it was a couple of seconds ago.
"I swear that girl really needs to learn some damn manners. She is so self-conceited," Jennie huffed.
"Kim Jennie! Language Missy." Sangnim lightly slapped Jennie's shoulder. "Anyways, I'm very proud of you Yoongi, even though I don't necessarily agree with your idea on how you.....demonstrated yourself, I must say it resulted in all of our favors. Today, marks a new reign for District 12!"
The penthouse went up in radiant cheers, even from the rough, abrasive-hearted Yoongi. It felt nice to be appreciated by something he alone accomplished. When it came to living in District 12, kids and teenagers weren't given many opportunities to impress their elders with any skill set they had. So you could imagine the blossoming feeling of pride that grew in Yoongi's heart.
They didn't celebrated grandly, much to Yoongi's satisfaction. A simple dinner feast and a couple of toast to Yoongi here and there was how the penthouse (minus Chiseo) spent their night. By the time of 11:00, Yoongi was passed out in his bed, the alcohol in his system eating away the remaining energy that kept him awake.
The morning wasn't any better. Yoongi woke up with what felt like the worlds worst hangover. His head throbbed aggressively, each pound of his skull feeling more painful than the last. His rapid heartbeat drumming in his ears was the only thing he could hear.
Keeping his spot in bed, Yoongi hastily looked around his room, desperately trying to find something that would eradicate his disaster of a headache.
To his luck, there was some sort of soup, water, and some pills sitting neatly on the nightstand next to his bed. There was a small folded piece of paper next to the soup, probably waiting to be read by Yoongi.
Dear Yoongi,
I know you must have a major hangover right now so I made you some Haejang-guk (A/N: Korean Hangover soup). It's a Capitol made delicacy that will surely rid you off that awful headache you must have. If that doesn't work, though I'm sure it will, I left some pills and some water. Eat and drink up. You'll need all of your energy for tonight's Tribute Interviews. I'll be in your room at 5:00 to check on you. See you then.
Sincerely, Jennie.
"Thank you so much Jennie." Yoongi grabbed the small silver spoon next to the soup and began to eat, spoonful by spoonful. The soup was still warm, indicating Jennie must have came in and placed the hangover cures on his nightstand not too long ago. In no time, Yoongi had finished the soup. It was absolutely delicious to him. Definitely not something he would have eaten at home. The soup was savory, the ox bone meat tender, and vegetables cooked to perfection. Yoongi made a mental note to thank Jennie later when he saw her.
Taking two pills, Yoongi downed the water and began to feel an immense amount of relief. His headache wasn't completely gone but it was way more manageable than how it was about 10 minutes ago.
Yoongi checked the clock. 3:30 pm.
To make time pass a little faster, Yoongi pulled up something decent on the television to watch. A documentary on forest animals and their habitat was the most interesting thing Yoongi could find, which is saying a lot. Holly didn't seem to want to watch it, finding the remains of Yoongi's soup much more interesting.
5:00 finally came around and boredom was on the verge of mercilessly killing Yoongi.
Knock, Knock, Knock
"Please do come in. I'm about to die of boredom. If you're Chiseo then get the fuck away from my door, " Yoongi said with a dull sigh.
Jennie walked in Yoongi's room with neatly folded clothes in hand and laughed. "Here comes Jennie to save the day! You really should work on saying 'who is it'."
"What you got there?" Yoongi curiously asked, getting up from the bed.
"Aish, be patient."
"No."
"Ugh fine. It's your clothes for the Tribute interview."
"Oh my fucking, are you serious? Another thing I have to dress up for? You know I hate doing this bullshit and putting on a fake smile for everyone. I barely smile around you guys. This shit, it's just not me," Yoongi rebuked.
"I know Yoongi. But you have to do this. This is the last public thing you have to do I promise. All you have to do is sit on stage, they'll ask you questions, smile, and then leave. Simple enough?" Jennie questioned.
"Yea I guess."
"Good. The Interviews start in 2 hours. I just brought these clothes so you can change later. Just be ready by 6:00, that's all I'm telling you."
Jennie left after that.
Yoongi was angry. He was tired of playing dress up for the Capitol. He did admit that the clothing was a little nice, but he'd do anything to get away from them. To get away from the Capitol. The Capitol only reminded him of death and sorrow, and to be apart of that made him feel disgusting and every bit of ire.
Yoongi picked up his outfit for the Interviews and looked it over. Seems simple enough.
To ready for the Interviews, Yoongi got into the shower, hoping the comfort of warm pellets of water would help subside his irritation towards the infuriating place known as the Capitol.
The shower reminded him of home, and how it used to rain heavily throughout the week. Rain was quite common in District 12 even. On days there wasn't rays of radiant sunshine beaming down on the pitiful land to hug warmth around all the living beings that basked in it, heavy water would rain on the area, sometime natural energy discharged through the sky in forms of lightning and thunderous claps of terror filled children's ears with fear. Only the soothing voice of a mother was able to calm a child's cry's for help and sorrow. Something Yoongi's mom did to him very often when he was young of age, singing him to sleep which erased any alarming sound or dreadful thought that has drifted violently through his mind until there was nothing but peace and serenity.
Don't worry mom, I'm coming home soon....
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Sorry this chapter is shorter than usual. I want the next part of the story to be a separate chapter itself, so hopefully that'll be longer than this chapter. As always thanks for reading and hopefully I'll see you guys next Chapter. Bye loves!!❤️💜💙💚🧡💛
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