Exulansis

Chapter 1

".. so I'll see you next Thursday."

Yoongi shoved his hands in the pockets of his torn black coat as he walked down the street. The familiar lights and pavement bore him on his journey home.
He knew this path like the back of his hand.

Even though the small male lives in an old, busted up apartment on the edge of the city, he usually walked through the wealthier residential area as it was typically safer.

Yoongi quickened his pace, noticing how dark it was getting.

Irrational fears are exactly that, irrational. For as long as he could remember, yoongi had always feared the dark.
The idea of being drowned in an abyss of nothing struck him to the core.
Luckily it was dusk, the sky not fully shifted yet.

Yoongi passed all the houses, glancing briefly into the windows as he went.

Families.

Happy families. Or at least, they appear to be happy.
Yoongi wasn't a jealous person, he didn't think he was anyways, but a sting did fill his heart as he saw the warm, loving households in the big fancy homes.

Soon enough, yoongi was walking up the barely stable steps to his apartment.
He cut it close, walking the last few feet with the torch of his phone on.
Kicking open the door and slamming it behind him, yoongi sighed deeply, "dump sweet dump".

The dark-haired male walked into his kitchen, and pulled open every cupboard and drawer.
Empty.
Yoongi groaned, "sleep for dinner.. again".

He then threw himself into the mattress in the corner of the room, not bothering to change his clothes, not like he owned pyjamas anyways, and stared at the garbage he called 'home'.

The light was a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the walls all the same off-cream colour that reminded yoongi of exposed plaster, his floors were simple concrete as he was too broke to even get proper flooring.
All his clothes sat in a neat pile in the corner, beside them was a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. His toothbrush was in a glass beside the kitchen sink.
The apartment didn't even have a bathroom.
There was a two toilets for the building to share on the first floor.
There's been more than one occasion where yoongi has showered in his kitchen sink, which in itself was broken and never had hot water.

A dump. A literal dump. The only good part was that it was clean, he might live in a dump but it doesn't have to smell like one.

Yet, it was all he had to call his own.
He worked three jobs, all of which payed just under minimum wage.
Yoongi was only 18, who would hire some uneducated, talentless, nearly-homeless teenager? Let alone pay them a full wage.

Sleep, my only true friend....

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Meanwhile...

"STOP!! Kook! I swear!" The smaller male screamed after jumping onto the top of the bed, arming himself with one of the many fluffy pillows.
Jungkook entered the bedroom soon after, still chasing his husband.

"Jimin, sweetie, really? A pillow?" The taller male smirked, finding his hyung standing on the bed in his silk pyjamas holding a pillow bravely above his head quite adorable.

"Jeon Jungkook, I swear by every and any god who floats above the clouds, if you take a single step closer to me, I will take this pillow and suffocate you with it" Jimin spoke, his words spitting like fire.

Jungkook took a step backwards, both impressed and shocked by his lovers words.

"Kinky-"

"Ohmygod I'm so done with you! That's it! Divorce! Broken marriage! Your fault! Honestly think of the children!" Jimin dramatically fell backwards, starfishing across the huge bed.