happier // yoonseok

3: Rock-paper-scissors

"JEON JUNGKOOK, I SWEAR TO GOD THAT IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE BED RIGHT NOW—"

"Hyung! I'm ill!"

"Bullshit! You're just lazy."

Yoongi stood by his roommate's bed and tried to pull him up. The younger man, however, was not cooperative and combated against the older.

"You should be at work! The clock is quarter past eight," Yoongi shouted, letting go from the younger's hand. Jungkook groaned and pulled the cover over his head, trying to fall asleep again.

"All right, I'm going to burn your Timberlands," Yoongi said and walked out of the younger bedroom.

"Hyung, no!" Jungkook shrieked and rushed up from his bed. Sneered to the boy's behavior and walked into the kitchen to drink coffee. Jungkook treated his shoes like babies, and only a threat to them brought younger to behave like a mother bear who protects her cubs.

"You should be at work," Yoongi said again when the younger man sat at the table and looked at him sourly.

"I'm ill," Jungkook said with a husky voice. Yoongi frowned in disbelief and leaned over the table to try the younger's forehead with his hand.

"You are not," he said, pulling his hand away from Jungkook's forehead.

"How do you know? You're not a thermometer," Jungkook asked and tried his own forehead.

"I don't have to have a thermometer to know that you're not ill," Yoongi said with a grin to the younger's sour expression

"But I don't wanna go to work!" Jungkook whined and looked at the ceiling. Yoongi sighed and took a sip from his coffee cup. They had the same argument almost every week when Jungkook complained about his early mornings at the tattoo studio.

"There is no one else there, except Lisa, and she isn't a funny company! I don't do anything, except clean floors, so what's the point? Also, it's Saturday!" Jungkook continued complaining. Yoongi sighed and shook his head. When the younger man had started working in the tattoo studio, he had excepted that he could start making tattoos immediately. The reality, however, was cruel when he got only to clean the studio floor. On the other hand, the division of labor was best for the security of the customers, because in reality Jungkook didn't have any experience in making tattoos, unless one stick 'n' poke tattoo that he made for himself and which escalated into a 'that was close'-blood poisoning and a hospital trail, which Yoongi nor Jungkook wanted to remember.

"And I can't even clean the needles!" Jungkook started his whining again, after a small break.

"Alright!" Yoongi snapped and hit his palms on the table, scaring the younger. "Stay home if going to work is so hard, but you can be sure this is the only time!"

Jungkook stared at the older one with a bit scared expression, but then grinned and stood up. Yoongi rubbed his forehead as Jungkook walked back to his room and probably went back to sleep. The younger man knew how to be an annoying brat, and Yoong didn't know how he had lasted with him for over seven years.

×××

"Hyung!" Jungkook shouted from the living room.

"What now?!" Yoongi shouted, storming out from his room with his headphones halfway off, fearing that something would really had happened.

"I want ice cream," the younger man said, without turning his gaze away from the television. Yoongi stood in the doorway and felt a great desire to break Jungkook's neck.

"If you want ice cream, go and buy it," Yoongi said. The younge man looked at him and pretended to pout.

"But if anyone from the studio sees me, I'll get fired," he said.